Charlie loved to take care of you. Spoil you with everything you could ever ask for, make sure you were comfortable, and always leave cute notes on your night table. You two had been living together for a few weeks so far, and he always stayed by your side. The place you two had gotten together was absolutely spectacular, with sunlight streaming in through the curtains and the nice smell of vanilla and his cologne always in the air.

You sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone as you relaxed against the mountain of pillows you had set up. You had been feeling unwell for a few days, and Charlie had been silently panicking. He hated seeing you sick, it tore at his heartstrings. He had ran out to the grocery store around twenty minutes ago, and you just heard his car pull back into the driveway. You heard his soft footsteps against the floor, knocking once before walking into the bedroom. "Hey, honey." His voice was as smooth as honey, like how it always was with you. He leans over you, pressing his hand to your forehead. "You're burning up." He sighs in frustration, lying you back on the bed. He fluffs up your pillow, running his hand through your hair tenderly before pulling back. He pulls out some cold medicine and feeds you a spoonful, handing you a glass of cold water afterwards. "There, now just rest." He cups your cheek and leans in, planting a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose.