Pete x Way
Fluff

~ Sick ~

It was already past midnight, when Pete's eyes opened and he suddenly felt the immediate urge to quench his thirst. It was December, the coldest month of the year and even though this billionaire's room was warmer than the summers, he didn't want to come out of his blanket. Anyways, who does? But thirst is a menace. So he had to put his foot out of his beloved blanket.

But suddenly he realised something. Way, his husband, was not in bed.

Now Pete started panicking. Where did he go? He turned on the lights and frantically looked around  the room. No! Way wasn't there. Pete quickly put on his slippers and ran to check the washroom. No one. Where the hell is he? Immediately, he ran downstairs, his heart throbbing faster against his ribs in anxiety. It was all dark down there and he couldn't see anything. He was about to switch on the lights when he noticed a faint ray of light coming from the gap in kitchen door, which was left ajar.

I had turned the kitchen lights off before coming to bed. Then...who switched it on?....Way?

Pete slowly went closer to the door, trying not to make any noise. He slowly wrapped his fingers around the door knob and pushed the door open. As he came inside, he quickly looked around and saw....no one. At first, he couldn't understand what was going on, so he went inside. He once again looked around to see no one. Pete's fears increased ten folds, and even though it was the month of December, the poor man was sweating profusely in deep panic. Then where is Way?

He was about to leave the kitchen when suddenly something caught his attention. A low sniffling and a muffled sob. Pete definitely knew their was no other human in their household and insects and flies don't sob. Hence, there was only one answer to this.

And he quickly found it.

Crouching down at the farthest most corner of the kitchen, with his legs to his chest, hands tightly wrapped around and head buried between his knees was his adorable husband Way. Pete was confused, because at one glance, Way didn't look like he was up to something. Usually when it was him stealing chocolates or sweets or ice creams from the fridge at midnight, he would be found sitting cutely under the table of the kitchen, with chocolate or cream smeared all over his face. Pete, who was so used to this, couldn't even think of anything else. Is he trying to hide it this time?

Pete slowly approached him, not very sure of whether Way was okay or not. Perhaps he's scared that I caught him for the nth time? He sat down on the floor and slowly raised his hand, touching Way's shoulder slightly and gently shaking him.

"Baby what are you doing here, mn?"

No response. Pete tried to call him again but was amazed at the silent treatment. Neither did Way say anything bor was he sobbing anymore. He didn't even raise his head. What's wrong with him?

Pete was about to call him fir the fifth time, but before he could say anything else, Way finally looked up, and by scanning the expression on his face, within a minute, Pete froze.

"Way baby what happened-"

Way's face was full of tears, his eyes glistening with water and a painful expression on his face. He was now clutching his stomach and his sobs grew louder. Before Pete could proceed saying, Way mumbled something between his sobs.

"St-Stomach a-ache..."

"B-But how?"

Suddenly Way got up from the floor and without saying anything to Pete, bolted outside the door and dashed into the downstairs washroom. Pete got up too and a sudden wave of anxiety hit his stomach as he sensed something very obvious.

Way was sick.

But how?

Pete closed the kitchen door and stood near the washroom. As soon as Way came out, he quickly held him, lest the poor boy fell. Way looked too exhausted and really sick, his eyes drooping and his entire face pale and contorted in pain. He was sweating fall over and looked very tired.

"W-Way what happened....h-how-"

"S-Sick...b-bed..." was the only thing Way mumbled before closing his eyes, resting himself against Pete, his hands feebly clutching his tshirt. Without wasting a single moment, Pete quickly picked up Way and went upstairs.

He laid Way on their bed and paced around the room for a while to get the medicine box. He quickly took out a pill and gave it to Way to ease his pain a bit. Way looked exactly like a breathing corpse, yet somehow with Pete's help, he took the medicine and collapsed back on the bed, slightly coughing and muttering incoherent words.

Pete couldn't sleep the entire night. He stayed awake beside Way on his bed, trying to nurse him as best as he could and impatiently waiting for the morning light. Neither could Way sleep soundly. He had to go to the washroom thrice during the rest of the night and after a lot of effort, he finally fell asleep in the dawn, close at 5.

How did this happen?

* * *

"You ate spicy food again?"

"..."

"That too those abnormally spicy seafood?"

"P-Pete-"

"Even after telling you so many times not to?"

"Just a little-"

"But that little amount has made you bed ridden right now, Way," said Pete, as he stopped pacing up and down the room like a hurricane and finally came and sat on the chair beside Way's bed, looking daggers at him. It was past 10 a.m in the morning. The doctor had come for a check up at sharp 8 and Pete was glad that he wasn't late. He had informed that due to a lot of intake of spicy stuff at the same time, Way, whose tolerance for spicy food was the worst, got a stomach indigestion. He had advised Pete to give him all the required medicines, only bland food with no oil and spice and a lot of rest for the following days. The doctor had assured him that there was nothing to be feared about Way's condition, but Pete was still furious.

"The only reason I allowed you go there with your mates was just because you had oromised me you won't eat anything spicy, and you didn't listen," Pete said, looking really angry, "And now look at yourself."

Way could do nothing but stare helplessly at Pete from his bed, his eyes already glassy with tears.

"You never listen to me, do you?" he spat, lost in his wrath, "Just because the rest of them were eating spicy didn't mean you had to eat too, did it? You could have just told Alan to order something sweet for you. He never forced you to eat spicy shits, did he? I'm really disappointed in you Way, really."

A single tear trickled down Way's eyes, which unfortunately went unnoticed by Pete, and ge continued his scolding.

"No more get together parties for you for the next three months," Pete declared, as ge got up from the chair and didn't even care to look back at the sick boy on the bed.

"B-But-"

"I said what I said Way and you're going to follow it," Pete growled, making Way shiver under his blankets, "I don't care anymore you know. If you don't listen to me, why should I?"

With that Pete left, closing the door with a loud bang at which Way flinched. Poor Way couldn't help but burst out crying as soon as he left at the scolding, wrapping himself up in the blankets, sobbing hard. He couldn't imagine Pete could scold him so much, the man who had never raised his voice on him throughout the four years of their marriage. Way curled himself into a tiny ball, sobbing his sorrows out. He was hurt to the core, yet deep down inside, he knew Pete was upset because he cared for him. But why did he have to become this rude? Why?

The afternoons rolled by and Way didn't want to see Pete anymore. Any moment Pete came, Way would scream and start crying and yell at him to stay away. Pete, knowing that he's already sick, quickly gave up and asked the maids to feed him his afternoon meal and all the other medicines, and retired back to his online works.

* * *

It was almost 8 in the evening when Way felt a little better and decided to take a walk down the corridor of the house to get some fresh air. He put on his slippers and slowly came outside his room. He felt a little dizzy after so much of dehydration from his body, but the chilly yet comforting air swirling around in the corridor made him feel a little better.

As Way drew closer to the main balcony he stopped. What it is? Someone was there at the balcony, talking.

Way tiptoed closer, careful enough not to make a single noise. He slowly peeked a little and immediately recognized the silhouette to be Pete. Who else would it be? Way was so angry on Pete that he didn't care who he was talking to, but then suddenly he heard his name being mentioned and that stopped him to listen.

"Bro it's about Way...I'm sorry but I can't attend it," he heard Pete say in the phone.

"Perhaps I could if it was next week...but it's literally tomorrow. Dude it's not possible."

Who is he talking to? And why am I involved in it?

"Tin I told you," he paused, "Way's not well. There's no one to take care of him, bro. I'm not gonna leave him with the maids and definitely not with his friends...no...no...and he won't be able to take care of himself....He's really sick bro...."

Oh really Pete? After all that you said me in the morning?

"No bro...not this party! I'll surely come to the next one."

But Pete loves parties.

"Way's way important to me...and he's terribly sick right now...bro...I know you want me to come to your anniversary but I'm so sorry dude...I know....I know...I'll definitely come to meet you next week for sure...mn...and I'll bring Way too, okay? But now...yeah yeah...as I said bro Way's important to me than anything else in this world...yeah...you know right...you've got a wife you'll know well...shut up...shut the fuck up...nah...hell nah...I love Way more...."

Way couldn't help but feel a little guilty as a sharp pang hit his chest. His eyes watered with tears as he realised, no matter how much he scolds him, he does it all because he cares for him. After all, Pete loved him more than anything.

Pete had ended the call and he turned around. He was about to go but before he could take his first step, in the partly illuminated verandah, he saw his Way standing quietly in his baggy pyjamas, his eyes watery and face a little red.

"Way- W-Why did you get up from your bed?" Pete cried as he somehow put his phone inside his trouser pocket and ran towards him, quickly opening his jacket and making Way wear it, "It's cold here. You'll catch a cold Way-"

Before he could complete his sentence, he felt a pair of arms around his waist, a head softly rest on his chest and a series of sobs audible.

"W-Way..."

"I'm-I'm s-sorry..." he mumbled while sobbing, "I-I didn't listen to you and-and-"

"No no honey stop," Pete quickly replied, as he cupped Way's face with his palms, rubbing the tears off with his thumb, "First of all I'm so sorry for lashing out on you like that. I-I was worried, baby. You know...I-I really was. I don't like seeing you all sick. And you know that. I'm-I'm really-"

"It's ok honey," whispered Way, giving a quick peck on his lips and immediately making Pete shy, "I'm sorry too for not listening to you and you've got every right to scold me. But Pete, you're missing a party because of me."

"So you heard it all?" Pete questioned to which Way just nodded his head, "No honey, it doesn't matter to me. It's just one mere party, huh! I don't even care."

"But it's your bestie-"

"Way, you heard it all right, you are the most important thing to me out of everything and I'm definitely not going to leave you at home in this state and go enjoy somewhere hell no! I'm staying here and taking care of of you."

Way's eyes welled up again. "Oh Pete! You're literally the best husband ever! I'm so blessed."

"Aww...and aren't you the sassiest, naughtiest, bossy wifey, hm?" Pete replied, pinching him on his nose, making Way giggle, "Now let's go feed you up, and," noticing Way's scrunched up face at the mention of 'dinner', he immediately added, "We'll watch a movie on Netflix later, okie pookie?"

Way's face instantly lit up like a Christmas tree at the mention of movie. "Yes! Yes! Let's go."

The two of them were walking down the stairs to the dining hall when suddenly Way screamed out.

"Shit!"

"What happened, love?" Pete questioned, looking a little confused.

"It's Sonic's baby's birthday tomorrow!" he practically screamed, "He's turning 3 and WE STILL HAVEN'T BOUGHT THE GIFTS!"

"It's North's baby too-"

"And what will we wear?"

"Way calm down-"

"What will I wear?"

"We'll think about it tomo-"

"And my shoes?"

"Way-"

"We still don't know what chocolate he likes or what kind of toys are his favorite. Gosh! Pete what will we do now? Say something!"

Yeah! It's gonna be a long night.

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I'm so sorry i had to make you wait so long for this chapter Depp_head_143. This chapter was her idea and i hope you like it<3.

This chapter is also for busyreading_00 my strong gurlie<3 I'm sure you'll love this version of Way more, and i too do (ykyk)

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