Sickly in Love - James Vowles

Requested by: Anon

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Pairing: James Vowles x Wife!reader

Warning: fluff, bad English, comfort, mentions of fainting

Word count: 593

James tried convincing me that I didn’t need to go, but I did. It was a very important race and I could see how important it was for him. It was always important to have me around, but he’s been getting more and more anxious with the races. I insisted I would go, he insisted I wouldn’t and now we are in the car on the way to the paddock. In my hands I had a box of tissues and some medication: “Honey, you’re staying in my office, I’ll warm it up to help with the fever.” He said already worried about me: “James, sweetheart… I’ve had the flu before, I’ll be okay, I want to watch the race by your side.” I say leaving the car once he parked, feeling a little light headed so I lean on the car, he comes around worried, checking my fever with the back of his hand and getting a tissue to clean my runny nose as I tried to not pass out: “Honey… I told you, you didn’t need to come, it’ll be another common race.” He tried to convince me to go back to the hotel.

Mycroft looked over at you. You were sitting in his armchair, looking rather pleased with yourself, as you continued to read your book. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and began to question why it was he put up with you.

‘Mycroft stop whinging, if you wanted your seat, you should have been home quicker.’

Ah, so that was why. You were mad at him for being late again. He couldn’t blame you either, he had been late every day of the week thus far.

‘I was striving for continuity, I know you enjoy that.’

You didn’t dignify that statement with even a glance, and Mycroft’s smirk faded. You must be really mad at him then.

He looked you over, picking up on every small detail of you, the minute features of your posture and deduced that he was most certainly in trouble. Honestly why he decided to date you in the first place was a mystery to him. He could just as easily have left things alone and he wouldn’t have to worry about getting home on time. But, he supposed, as much as he liked to put down feelings and emotions, he couldn’t deny that he cared very deeply for you. He worried for you just as much as he worried about his brother, and so he sucked up his pride and walked over to you, ready to apologise.

‘You don’t have to say sorry Mycroft, I understand why you have to work so hard.’

He blinked at you, a little taken aback by the look in your eyes. You spoke with such sincerity, but he knew that you were upset with him. He knew how to read you after all, just as you could read him.

‘Tomorrow afternoon.’

Now it was your turn to look suprised, and you closed your book as you moved to give him your full attention.

‘I have an appointment at the Globe Theatre, they’re putting on Hamlet again and I was wondering if my wife would be free to join me?’

He looked at you and you could see the silent apology in his eyes, and you grinned at him.

‘I am most certain she will be.’

He smirked.

‘And do you believe she will accept my offer.’

You stood and hooked an arm around his pulling yourself into his side.