When I said that I was going home, I didn't expect Zak to follow.. But here I was, stood at my front door hand on hip whilst he stood there, grinning like a fool.

"You gotta be kidding me." I say seeing the overnight bag.

"Nope. Hope you got snacks, I'm hungry." He says, muscling his way in and disappearing into the kitchen.

Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream..

I close the front door and go after the sounds of my cupboards opening and closing, followed by the oohs and ahhs.
Stepping into the kitchen, I find Zak disappearing into the pantry.

"Hey, how come you haven't done this in my house?" He asks, stepping back into view with a basket in his hand. "You got a little labels and everything.."

I came home for privacy, whilst I throw up and slob about, now I have a six foot plus giant ransacking my pantry asking...

"Can I have a snack basket too?" He asks. Then there is the gasp "You got a nut selection too?!"

"Really?" I ask him as he comes back out holding the jar of raw almonds.

"You gotta label maker, haven't you? This is seriously over-organised. But I love it. I'm taking these too." He says walking out the kitchen and into the lounge.

"Zak.." I sigh walking after him.

With a high sigh, he flops down on the couch "What a day."

I frown "You spend most of the day in the office, with me. Whilst I slept."

"I know, it was hard work being a cuddle buddy. You owe me. So I'm here, to collect on that."

"I owe you?"

"Uh-huh. Gracie is at my moms tonight, so I'm here with you. To be the little spoon." He announces.

Is he freakin' joking right now?

I step forward to take the jar out of his hand because it's stressing me out that he hasn't washed his hands. Failing to see his bag on the floor, I walk into it and nearly fall over.

"Whoops." He says, reaching down and sliding it out the way. "Come."

"Give me them." I answer, pulling the jar from his hands and going into the kitchen. Returning with a small bowl for him. "There, we use bowls and why is Gracie at your moms?"

He crunches down some more almonds before looking back up. "Oh, because my mom insisted that I come and spend the night to make sure you are okay."

"I'm fine."

"Hell yeah you are." He responds, quirking a brow that makes me suppress a stupid smile. He sits up and puts the bowl on the coffee table. "She was worried and I got a ear bending when she learnt that you were coming home alone. Bacon also informed her that you haven't been feeling great, so I also got into trouble for that..."

"I'm have a gag order put on him." I sigh, sitting on the arm of the chair. "Look, I love that you've came to check on me.. But staying over?"

He looks around my home. "Yeah, this is cosy. I like it."

I try to see what he is seeing, but fail.

Because he looks too large for my living room, which makes me think, how the freakin' hell is he going to fit in my bed!

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Turns out, he wasn't joking on being the little spoon.

This big ass man who I thought was the prince of darkness is an absolute baby. Who actually sulked until I fell into my role of big spoon. Now he was on his back, flat out, star fished across my bed, catching flies.

For as long as I can remember, I haven't been able to sleep with the blind completely shut, I've always had to have some light coming into my room. Which pretty much defaults the idea of a black out blind.

Using the little light that came in, I could see him, zonked out. Alright for some, I guess.

The idea of an oversized t-shirt and baggy pj pants was thrown out the window when he arrived. Not that he told me what I could wear, but I felt that I needed to look somewhat attractive...

My silky pj top and shorts didn't go unnoticed when I came out the bathroom from brushing my teeth. He was definitely a confidence booster, as well as a plan interrupter but I think I can forgive him, if I could just get some sleep in. It was my own fault for sleeping at the museum, dozing in and out whilst being tucked into his side or having my head on his lap whilst he played with my hair and watched the cameras.

I was lucky.. Seriously lucky to have him.  Even if he is taking up most of the bed...

I should probably look at investing in a bigger bed, should he come around more often. Looking up, I can see his feet near the bottom of the bed.

Yep. A bigger bed is needed.

Two hours later, I am downstairs in the kitchen pantry. Reorganising and making a label.

Zak's Snacks.

I always keep spare jars and baskets so finding him one of each isn't hard, but making the room and having a pantry with a nice flow is. I find it easier to shop and not overspend or buy, when I can see the volume in the jars. For example, I have to pick up some dried fruit, more cereal, sugar and sprinkles for baking, as well as pasta and make more cookies because the jars are empty.

After shifting things around a few times, I have the perfect shelf for him and smile at the basket and jar sat beside each other waiting to be filled.

I've already spent some time looking online for a new bed, but it helps to go and try them. So if he is insistent on sticking to me, tomorrow he is going to be laying on a ton of beds until I find one big enough to fit him and me.

Because having an arm over the face is not great, which is what happened until I got up.

Backing out the pantry, I close the door quietly hoping that my shifting around hasn't woke him.

"I-"

I let out a yelp in fright and spin to see him stood in his boxers, because someone doesn't have pjs... Apparently.

"Seriously?!" I snap, holding my chest.

"Me? It's..." He looks around the kitchen. "It's 3.40am. What are you doing? I woke up and you were gone."

The sight of his crumpled expression and wild hair makes my annoyed exterior crumble. "I couldn't sleep. Come on, back to bed."

"You coming too?"

"I am." I tell him, turning him and giving him a small push towards the stairs.

"What were you doing?"

"Organising."

"At this hour?"

"You now have a basket and jar." I inform him, which causes him to stop on the middle of the stairs and for him to turn. With a dead ass serious face, he asks... At 3.40am in the morning...

"I got a special label too?"

I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the sound of his voice. "Yes, you have a special label. From a label maker. Now let's get back to bed. You're exhausted."

"Nice.." He nods before turning back around and heading upstairs.

Sighing at the sight of him, I put my wild side to bed and remind myself that he is here to look after me, not to be jumped on because he has some tight fitting boxers that do his ass some justice.

I gotta thank the brand and designers for them...
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"Can we not just take my car?" I ask Zak, as he steps out the front door.

Dripping with sex appeal so much that I want to change my mind about shopping today. His black shirt fitted him perfectly, showing the muscle in his biceps.

"Nope."

"But-" I gesture to my car.

"I like mine. Plus you're not driving, my little narcoleptic."

"It's not that bad." I try to defend myself.

"You fell asleep putting your shoes on. We were suppose to leave an hour ago."

Okay fine maybe it was bad. But I had to give these tablets a shot before I threw in the towel.

"Fine. Take your car." I huff, stomping my way over to the Bentley.

Before I can open the door, Zak does it for me and waits until I get in before he says "You look ravishing today."

I look down at myself before cocking a brow "Now I know you're winding me up."

He closes the door and rounds the car getting in "No I'm not. I like this colour on you. The baby blue makes your skin tone and features stand out. You look cute."

"I have to try and keep up with Mr Sex Appeal." I reply, smoothing my hair out and looking over at him.

"You don't have to try. Now, let's get breakfast and head to the shops."

Zak takes me to the cafe where he got me the most amazing French toast. We eat in and plan out our route for the day. He was taking the day off, but I was hoping to convince him to pop in the museum and show his face. People travelled all over to meet him, I felt bad for taking up all his time.

Our first furniture store was a bust, but we still walked around looking at pieces of furniture. The second store was better, they had beds but none of them took my fancy. However Zak picked out a few bits for delivery so it wasn't a wasted trip.

The third store had beds and I wasted no time in finding one and demanding Zak laid on it.

"Wait, it's your bed, why do I need to lay out on it?" He asks, looking up at the store ceiling.

"Because you're hanging off my bed. It's about time I bought a new one anyway. I just want to make sure you fit."

He stretches out. "Big enough for me."

I grin "This one it is."

When the sales person comes over, I find myself getting annoyed as they addressed Zak rather than me. It took for Zak to tell the person that I was buying, for them to address me. Finally..

The bed has a nice padded headboard and I forget the sales person is here, especially when Zak grabs the headboard. Lucid images of us this morning flood into my mind instantly.

Maybe bringing him was a bad idea...

Once I came back to the land of the living, I pay for the bed and arrange a delivery before leaving the store with Zak.

We stop briefly as a wave of sickness comes over me, making me curse the medication silently.

"Why do you want a new bed?" He asks, when we finally head towards a clothing store.

Someone needs pj pants, or nobody is gonna get sleep.

"I told you. Mine is too small for you and I needed a bigger one."

"But I like your bed. It's real comfy too. I was out of it last night."

"I know." I smile. "The mattress is the same brand, just bigger."

"So it's still going to be a cloud of amazing, smelling of you?"

"Kind of. It won't smell like me just yet."

"Then I don't want it." He answers in full diva mode, strutting off into the store.

He soon comes back when he realises that I'm not following.

"We buying more silky PJs?" He whispers.

"That and some pants for you. It's hard enough trying to sleep whilst on these tablets, without you and those boxers."

He smirks. "You're lucky I put them on. I normally sleep naked."

"I've noticed."

"So do you, sleep stripper."

This morning we both ended up in bed, not a scrap of clothes between us. Mine was through sleep, Zak's was through choice.

It also led to a fantastic good morning...

"Would you consider shorts?" I ask him going into the men section.

"If I have to."

"Well you don't have to. Obviously." I tell him, pausing to see him looking at the clothes.

"I probably should though, Bacon busts my ass when I stride out my room in boxers. But it's my house so.." He shrugs.

We find him a pair of sleep shorts, baggy and long enough for his likening. But before we can head out, I'm being steered into the women's section and having silky pj sets held up against me.

"Hmm." He says, tilting his head before putting it back. "Nope. Next one."

In the end, I end up with four new sets of pjs, that I picked out and he approved of.

We almost fall out at the cash register as he pays for mine too, the only reason I didn't was because there was a queue of people behind. I also didn't want to be that woman who always kicks off.

"I'm paying you back." I tell him, breathing slowly as nausea hits me again.

"Nope. You got me a new bed, for your house. I have bought these, for you."

"Why? I don't want you buying me things."

"Well tough." He responds. "I buy things for the people I care about. Get used to it. Besides, two sets are coming to my house for when you stay over. You gonna barf?"

I scoff a laugh "No, I think I'm going to be okay. Just a wave of it."

Trailing around the stores a little longer, I admit it.

"I'm glad you're here." I tell him in the antique store.

He smiles "Took you long enough. I know you wanna be sick in peace and curl up feeling sorry for yourself until this passes, but I don't want you going through it alone. I'll take the baggy pjs you had on your bed and hold your hair up when you want to be sick. I just want to be there. Stop trying to push me away."

"I-..." He stuns me into silence because I didn't think I was doing that. 

"That's the last thing I wanted to do." I tell him, stopping him from walking any further in the store. "I'm serious. I'm just bad when the medication changes. It's embarrassing and I didn't want you to think I was a baby for wanting to vegetate at home, snuggled in bed watching a boxset I've seen a hundred times."

"I know sweetie." He sighs pulling me into him. "But I want to be up in that bed and watching those boxsets too... As long as it isn't Star Wars."

I laugh "You're still caught up on Kylo Ren huh?"

"Don't get me started..." He mumbles leaning down to give me a kiss before guiding me down through the antique store.

Zak can't help but give me a lesson in antiques as well as explain what he is looking for. A few bits take his fancy and after some haggling, he buys the items that he wants for the museum, before we decide to head to the grocery store and back to mine.

He has way too much fun deciding what snacks he wants in his basket and jar too. So much fun that I have to start throwing ideas at him, because he was standing in the aisle having hard time buying only a few items.  I advised, nuts, dried fruit, crackers, chips, dips and maybe a bit of candy.

He settled on the chips, three packs of dried fruit and candy. Before sneaking in some crackers.

As Zak is loading the car and I'm holding the cart, I can feel myself going.

"Zak.."

"Yes sweetheart- oh!" He says. I only just feel his arms going around my body as I drop off.

I wake to a large warm hand on my thigh and the Bentley humming along quietly underneath me.

"Welcome back." Zak says, seeing me waking up.

"Sorry." I mumble, rolling my head against the headrest to look at him.

"Don't be. A guy asked if you were okay, I think he saw you kinda drop."

"Oh."

"He was pretty cool actually, he helped me put the shopping in the trunk whilst I got you in the car."

"What a nice guy." I reply.

"He was, fan of the show too."

I reach down and hold his hand over my thigh. "I'm lucky to have you. Always so helpful and caring."

"I've had my moments." He says as we turn onto my street.

"I've had more. But let it be known, you're amazing. I will be big spoon whenever you want me too, okay?" I tell him.

"Fuck me. What does she want?" He asks quietly.

"Who?" I ask.

I look at him and then follow his line of vision. After a great day, minus the sleep attack, I was now faced with a new problem..

Mia standing on my doorstep, looking pissed.