Well, 90 chapters of this book already! I only started this book less than 4 months ago, but it feels like forever. Before this chapter, I wanna thank all my readers, old and new, for supporting me and giving me such a large amount of L.O.V.E. Yes, this book isn't extremely popular, but I love my little You Ain't Bad family! :D

However.. I doubt I'll be updating any stories tomorrow, because tomorrow is the second anniversary of my dad's death. Please understand♥

PS. I'm not sure if the writing in this chapter is larger than normal, my laptop is seriously trippin'! :/ I'll proof read it later, after I've posted. If I keep the draft much longer, my laptop will probably delete it for the FOURTH time, and I don't want that :p

*the next day*

I slept on the sofa last night, so Michael could have some sleep without me being there to distract him. Bless him, he was sick twice after the party. It's obviously because he has never had so much to drink, and his body probably wasn't used to it. And the party.. that ended at 1:00 this morning! I've never stayed awake for a party so long in my life.

"Michael?" I call lowly, entering the bedroom to see him still asleep. I sigh, seeing his chest rise and fall with every breath he takes. He still looks sick, he'll probably have a hangover today. God, I wonder how he'll cope with that.

I walk over to him and shake his body gently, making him stir. He opens his eyes slowly and looks up at me.

"Morning Michael," I whisper, stroking his shoulder.

"How--how long have you been awake?" Michael asks, sitting up a little. "And I missed you here last night."

"I slept downstairs so you could have some rest, sweetheart. Do you remember being sick.. three times last night?"

"Uh.. yeah. I do. Ugh, my head is dying!" he groans, clutching his head and leaning back onto the pillows.

"I'll get you some paracetamol," I tell him. He nods and smiles faintly.

"Thank you baby."

I begin to walk out the room, when I hear Ryder shout.

"Mum! Muuum!"

"Yes, hold on, I'm coming!" I shout loudly back, making Michael wince.

"Headache," he reminds me weakly.

"Sorry. See you in a few," I leave the room and go to Ryder, who looks worse than Michael, if that's even possible.

"Ryder, what's up with you?" I ask.

"Great party last night, mum," he starts. "But I think I may have had too much to drink."

"Your father did that, too. You don't look so good, maybe you should go to bed for a while."

"Yeah, I think I will. Thanks for the party, mum.." he mutters, before walking slowly to his room.

Ugh, both my oldest boys got drunk last night. I check the time; 9:37am.

I head downstairs and see Electra.. with Kyle.

"Morning, mum," Electra greets me. I look at Kyle.

"Hey sweetheart," I say cautiously. "What's Kyle doing here so early?"

"Oh, he just came around to say hi," Electra explains. "He's only been here a few minutes."

"Right, ok. Ryder and your dad are sick, so don't make too much noise today, alright?" I ask politely.

"Sure, mum. What's wrong with dad, though?"

"He just had a little too much to drink, that's all. He'll be fine before we know it."

"Hmm, ok mum."

"Have you seen Dexter this morning?" I ask.

"I think he's in his room," Leccy replies.

"Well, alright. I'll go check on him." I walk from the living room, and back upstairs.

"Hey, Dex," I greet, walking into his bedroom. He looks up from his laptop.

"Oh, hey mum. Great party last night. When will I see uncle Tito's sons again? Y'know, Taj, TJ and Taryll?"

"Hmm, some other time, Dex," I reply. "I'm sure it'll be soon."

"Becky!" I hear Michael call.

"Oh, gotta go baby. See you later. Try not to make much noise today, as your father and Ryder are both sick."

"Ok mum. See you in a bit."

I leave the room and walk to the bathroom cabinet, and find some paracetamol. The only reason we have them in the bathroom is for emergencies, but I can't be bothered to go back downstairs now.

"Here you go, Michael," I say, walking into our bedroom and handing him the tablets. He takes them quickly and swallows them down with orange juice.

"Thanks," he mutters. He takes one of his pillows and slams it over his head to block out natural light, and I hear him groan in pain. "God, I hate this."

"I know," I stroke his arm gently, and he lifts the pillow from his head slowly. "But you were so funny last night. I wish you coulda seen how you act when you're drunk."

"I dread to think," Michael frowns.

"Wait, actually," I smirk, bringing out my phone. "I videoed some of the stuff you did."

"Oh god, what?" he asks nervously.

"You started dancing, and it was so funny to watch," I try to hide my amusement.

"Do I have to watch this?" he asks.

"Yeah, but I'll let you watch it when you're better. I wouldn't put you through such torture while you're sick," I reason with him.

"Thank you," he says quietly, a faint smile forming on his lips.

"So, seeing as you didn't let me last night, can I kiss you now?" I ask.

"I'm sure you can," he smiles, and I lean down and kiss his lips gently.

He closes his eyes and falls back on the bed, and I hover over him. I don't wanna lean my entire body on him for fear of making him sick, all the pressure on his body and whatnot, so I just hover. I run my fingers through his hair softly and he caresses my chin with his thumb. Despite being sick, he is still sure as hell a good kisser.

The kiss starts to get intense, his hands roaming over my body.

"This is some good medication," he smiles. "I'm forgetting I even have a headache and a massive hangover."

"Good," I reply, separating my lips from Michael's and taking a breath while I speak.

"I love you," he tells me, his tone of voice instantly turning forlorn-sounding.

"Love you too," I reply.

He strokes my cheek and looks me in the eyes. I normally love his eyes, but because he's sick, they've gone a little more shallow than normal. Oh well, they're still pretty much damn perfect.

"You're making me feel a lot better," he says.

"Good, that's what I'm here for," I smile. He pulls me closer to him.

"You can lean on me if you want. I'm sure I won't be sick again," he assures me, and I lower my body down a little, so my front just touches his.

"That's alright. It feels fine," he says. I nod and we then lock lips again in another tender kiss. He runs his hand down my spine, stopping at the small of my back. I feel him smile against my lips and the kiss becomes more intense than before. I could kiss these lips all day, seriously. All day, every day, for the rest of my li--

"Mum!" I hear Ryder call.

"Ugh," I pull away from Michael, and get off the bed. "I'll be right back, Michael."

"Ok." His voice has gone weak again. It's like physical contact with me makes him better, but as soon as we part, he suddenly gets sick again. Strange.

"Yes, Ryder?" I ask, finding him in the bathroom.

"I feel like crap, seriously, I really do.." he complains. I sit by his side, he's sitting on the side of the bath.

"Well, at least you know not to drink so much next time," I say.

"Yeah, I've learned that n--"

He stops mid-sentence, and crawls over to the toilet. Next thing I know, I hear him retching, and I find myself holding his hair back away from his face. That's one of the perks of having long hair. Risk of getting sick in it. Fun.

"Oh, Ryder.." I sigh. "Now that's you and Michael that have been sick. You should really think about how bad you're gonna suffer before you drink."

Ryder lifts his head, and looks up at me sadly.

"You think I didn't realise how bad I was gonna be? I drank too much, on my first time ever drinking. I knew this would happen."

"Then why did you do it?" I ask.

"I dunno.. cos everyone else was, I guess. I felt left out."

"Hmm, ok, go get changed, then go back to bed. Alright?"

"Yeah, ok." He leaves the room silently, and I walk back into Michael.

"Ryder's just been sick," I tell him.

"Did he do the same thing as me?" Michael asks.

"Yeah. You're both silly," I smile, sitting by him on the bed and drawing circles on his chest with my forefinger.

"Not silly.. it was just.. Brooke. I can't stop thinking about what my moment of attraction to her could have led to.. I feel so bad about everything, and I still feel like you don't forgive me for it yet."

"Well, I did, remember? But I did say, if you ever do it again, we're done? I still partly blame Brooke for it, she coulda pulled away any time she wanted, you both could have."

"Yeah, I know.. tell you what, when I'm feeling better, I'll make it up to you, ok? I promise I will."

"You don't have t--"

"No, but I want to. You're my wife, and you deserve to be treated like a Queen. So, that's what I'll do."

"So sweet," I smile, leaning my head on his chest. "I can't wait for you to get better."

"Same here, sweetheart. I hate this," Michael groans, taking me into his embrace.

"It's your first hangover, isn't it?" I ask. Michael nods.

"Sure is. And boy, do I know never to drink so much again. I've learnt my lesson, only took me til I was 46 to get there," he laughs faintly, but then groans. "God, this headache isn't giving up, is it?"

"That's life, honey," I smile. "The meds will kick in soon, though."

"Yeah. And it's our wedding anniversary in 8 days," Michael smiles.

"It sure is. Our sixteenth one, married. Jeesh."

"Yep. I'm gonna make it wonderful for us both. It's not a big anniversary, like ten or twenty years, but it represents another year of happiness I've had from my beautiful wife, the most important woman I know."

"Such a sweet man," I smile, feeling his forehead to see how hot it is. "Gosh, you're burning right up."

"Oh, I know. It's a pain in the ass," Michael replies. "But at least I have you to make me better, Nurse Becky."

I smile sweetly, "yep. Doctor Becky is always here to help. In fact, why don't I give you some more meds now? Your hangover is getting worse."

"That would be wonderful. Thank you, Nurse."

"That's ok," I reply, unbuttoning his shirt little by little. "It's my job to keep you happy."

Author's note: Yeah, that ending.. at least I tried :p it's a shorter chapter yay! Heehee.. ;) also, sorry if the writing size is.. odd.. my laptop is in a bad mood xD