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Beckett walked into the room suspiciously with his hands clutched together, rocking back and forth on his feet excitedly.

You were on your computer, working in your bed when he came in, not looking up because you didn’t expect anything. “Hi babe.” You continued typing away but when he didn’t say anything you looked up.

“Oh god, what’d you do?” You said as you saw him.

His smile was probably the biggest you’d ever seen it. “So don’t be mad, ok?” He slowly sat on the bed, moving your computer off of your lap. “I think you need a break from work- and before you protest, I already called and they said yes. So for the next week we’ll be staying in a house by the beach, with absolutely no work involved.”

When he saw your mouth open to protest he immediately kissed you. You whined against his lips until he pulled away.

“I know, I’m an awful boyfriend for worrying about my girlfriend when she’s clearly stressed out from work. How dare I?” His voice was overly sarcastic as the smile on his face only grew bigger.

You wanted to laugh at how happy he looked but chose not to. “You’re so lucky I love you, I hope you know that.” You leaned in, this time the kiss was slow, a small thank you. When the two of you pulled back he started rambling on and on about what the two of you are gonna do all week, showing you the house he got, saying you need to go shopping, and of course use his card, which as always made you argue against that.

Two days later the two of you were bringing bags into a small two bedroom house right by the beach. He’d told you that you were more than welcome to invite friends over if you wanted, but you told him you’d rather just spend the time alone with him since it’s already hard enough to do that during the season.

You loved that Beckett was in the NHL, that he was happy but the time it took away always sucked. So getting to be with him for an entire week with no distractions was amazing.

The first day you spent on the beach all day. And all day Beckett had stubbornly refused to wear sunscreen, claiming that he “doesn’t burn” despite your protests of how white he is. As time went on you saw his cheeks and shoulders starting to turn pink but he was still choosing to be stubborn as you reapplied for the 3rd time.

You spent hours tanning before Beckett begged you to go down to the water. It didn’t take much convincing for you to get up and go with him when you looked up and saw how excited he looked.

Once at the water, you dipped a foot in and immediately backed up. “Beckett, it's freezing. There’s no way in hell I’m going in that.” Your face was scrunched as you looked at him.

You didn’t have much time to process it before he was picking you up and running into the water. You hit his back and flailed your legs but he didn’t slow down. Once deep enough he jumped in, completely submerging the both of you.

When you came to the surface he was laughing loudly. Your teeth jittered as you held your arms around yourself in hopes of warmth. “You’re such an asshole.”

He moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you into his chest. “You love me.” You could hear the smirk in his voice without even having to look at him.

You looked up and winced at the sight of him. “Baby, your face is really red.” Your hand gently touched the skin but he was already shaking his head, looking stubborn as ever.

“I don’t burn.”

Hours later as the sun set, the two of you made your way back to the house. Beckett looked fucking exhausted. You ushered him to go take a cold shower while you cooked something with the groceries you’d stocked up on earlier.

You pulled out ingredients to make a quick pasta you knew Beckett always enjoyed.

It was 30 minutes later when he emerged from the bathroom, low hung basketball shorts and no shirt.

You typically would’ve appreciated the view but right now all you could focus on was how bad the burn was.

Immediately you opened the fridge to find the aloe. You’d snuck a bottle into the cart after hearing about how he never wears sunscreen.

When you turned back to him, you saw his face. The slight pout and sad eyes that avoided your gaze.

“Jesus baby. C'mere." You motioned him over with your hand. You open the bottle and squirt a generous amount on your hands.

As gently as possible you pressed your hands to his skin. You felt him wince. “Sorry. I know.”

His eyes were glued to your face, watching your concern for him. “How come you didn’t burn?” His voice was whiny and small.

At that you let out a small chuckle. “I wore sunscreen and reapplied every hour. You’re too white to be wearing no sunscreen. You’re bound to get a sunburn.”

Your hands reached for his face, smearing a thin layer of aloe across his cheeks.

“You’re never not wearing sunscreen again. This is a pretty gnarly burn Beckett.” You made your way to his back and carefully spread the aloe everywhere.

You heard the small sigh that left his lips. “I should’ve listened,” The mumble was so quiet you almost didn’t catch it. “It hurts really bad.”

“I bet.” You opened the fridge and put the aloe away. “I made pasta but if you’re too tired you can go lay down. But I’d rather you eat and have something in your stomach besides junk.” You pointed to all the chips and snacks he’d packed to take to the beach.

“I’ll eat.” He nodded, eyes already drooping as he sat on the stool. You handed him a bowl, hoping he’d eat some of it before falling asleep. He ate slowly, clearly exhausted and ready for bed.

As he took his last bite you slid him some ibuprofen and a glass of water. “Take it.” You nodded your head towards the pill. “And drink water. It’ll help.”

You rinsed both bowls as he sipped on the water. You watched him, a small frown on your own face at how miserable he looked.

He got up weakly and made his way to the bedroom, you trailing closely behind with more water for him, just in case.

You pulled the blankets back so he could slip into the bed. As he did, you just watched. Your boyfriend currently looked like a child again.

When you put the comforter over his body he whined, reaching out for your arm, in hopes to grab you. It made you laugh and climb into the bed next to him.

He immediately laid on your chest, melting into your body as you ran your fingers through his hair. “You gonna listen to me about the sunscreen next time?” All he gave was a nod, too tired to speak. “Good.” You pressed a soft kiss to his pink cheeks.

You stayed like that all night, knowing you’d most likely be staying in tomorrow too. Or more so, you weren’t letting him go out again when he looked the way he did. When you said it, he didn’t argue, just let out a soft hum as sleep took over his body.