When you close the front door shut after you, the first thing you hear is faint sounds. You think nothing of it and walk into the cozinha to put the groceries away. For all you know, it could be Justin watching a movie or your cachorro, filhote de cachorro snoring. While humming Small Bump por Ed Sheeran to yourself, you put the last bit of today’s shopping away into the refrigerator. “Babe?” You call quietly as you take of your red flats. When you don’t get an answer, you peak into the living room only to find it empty. Your brows meet on your forehead as you make your way upstairs, still looking for your boyfriend. “Justin?” You call again while your eyes trace the empty bedroom. Where could he be? The silence is broken when you suddenly hear groans and small whimpers from the bathroom. You slowly follow the sound and spot Justin hunched over the toilet, vomiting. Immediately, you fall to your knees beside him and draw comforting circles on his back. When he is done, you help him back to the cama and tuck him into the covers.

“Justin, what’s wrong?” You ask worriedly, not liking the idea of your boyfriend being sick. You hated seeing him like that. Justin closes his eyes for a brief segundo before re-opening them. “I have a stomach ache. I think I ate something bad,” he explains weakly and you nod. “Do you want anything?” Justin shakes his head and buries himself into the warmth of the covers around him. “I don’t think I can keep it down. Lay with me, please?” Justin pouts and with that irresistible face - you can’t say no. Nodding, you silently pull off your black casaco, casaco de lã and climb into cama beside him. He’s lying on his back, staring at the ceiling while you’re lying on your side as you look at him. He whimpers softly and once again his eyes fall shut. Feeling your coração swell at his condition, you scoot closer to him. You gently sneak your hand under the covers and mover it around until you find the hem of Justin’s t-shirt. A sigh slips out between his lips as you slowly begin to make soothing circles on his lower stomach. You smile as you look at him, happy that you could help. It doesn’t take long until Justin is sound asleep beside you but you still continue with your gentle massage.