#x poc reader

He was under the impression that you were recording a snack review video for your followers. Technically, that wasn't a lie. You really had bought a bunch of weird snacks to try. It just wasn't the whole truth. "Okay baby, just sit there and look cute. Remember, this is for PR," you said while adjusting your phone one last time and making sure both of you were in frame.

Jermajesty nodded from the couch, his eyes following you as you moved around the living room. "I know how to review food, angel," he replied dramatically. "I've been on your little videos enough times."

He reached out and tapped your waist, silently telling you to sit closer. You immediately shot him a warning look. "Behave."

"I'm literally sitting here."

"Yeah, and I know you."

A smirk pulled at his lips but he raised his hands in surrender.

You settled onto your knees on the carpet while he lounged behind you on the couch. His arm stretched across the back cushion, looking way too comfortable for somebody who was about to get played.

You flashed your camera ready smile.

"Heyyyy my lovely followers!" you greeted. "Today we're gonna be reviewing..." You paused dramatically before grabbing the first snack bag.

"These little fruit things dipped in yogurt. At least that's what the picture says because its not in english." You held the bag up close enough for the camera to see.

Behind you, Jermajesty looked over your shoulder. "That already look nasty."

"You haven't even tried it."

"I can tell."

"You cannot."

"I absolutely can." You rolled your eyes. Your followers loved when he appeared in videos because the two of you argued like a married couple.

"Oh!" you said suddenly. "And today I have a guest." You reached over and pulled the camera slightly so Jermajesty was fully visible.

"A very recurring guest, might I add."

"Because I'm everybody's favorite."

"Debatable."

"It's facts."

You ignored him calling him a stupid ass. "My current boyfriend!" The words left your mouth casually, but your eyes immediately dropped to the screen so you could watch his reaction. Jermajesty blinked.

For a second he genuinely looked confused, like his brain had completely stopped processing. You assumed he knew already you were pranking him as you did it so often. Then his tongue slid across his bottom lip and his eyes slowly shifted toward you.

The confusion disappeared. Now he just looked annoyed.

"Say that shit again," he muttered jaw clenched so tightly you swore you could see veins popping in his head. You almost laughed. "What?"

His stare narrowed. "What'd you just call me?" You tilted your head innocently.

"I was introducing you."

"Nah, run that back." You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from smiling. "My current boyfriend?"

The room got quiet. Jermajesty sat forward on the couch. "Current?" You shrugged. "Yeah. My current boyfriend."

"Current."

"Mhm."

"Like there's gonna be another one after me?" You fought to keep a straight face. "I didn't say all that." His eyebrows shot up. "You definitely implied all that."

"I literally introduced you."

"You introduced me like I'm a placeholder." The camera shook slightly from how hard you were trying not to laugh.

Jermajesty pointed at himself.

"Current boyfriend is crazy. Like what happened to 'love of my life'? What happened to 'my man'? What happened to all that energy?"

"Oh my God."

"Nah, don't 'oh my God' me. Current boyfriend sounds like you got applications lined up."

"You are so dramatic."

"I'm dramatic?" He sat up straighter. "You're on the internet talking about some current boyfriend. Current means replaceable." The smile finally escaped.

Jermajesty immediately pointed at you. "See. There it is. You laughing. You playing in my face."

"Babe, it is not that serious."

"It sound serious."

"It was a joke."

"To who?"

"To me."

"Well I ain't laughing."

His expression stayed completely straight he was deadass. "Anyway," you said, grabbing the snack bag. "Let's get back to the review."

Jermajesty folded his arms. "Nah. Before we continue, I just wanna let the viewers know that apparently I'm on a ninety-day trial period."

You doubled over, wheezing so hard your stomach cramped. The snack review was toast. You wiped a real tear from your cheek, still gasping. "Okay, cut that. Sorry about him. He's unemployed and bitter, swear."

 Jermajesty’s head whipped toward you, his eyes narrowing with a predatory kind of amusement. "That's not what you said yesterday."

 Your smile locked in place. You froze mid-unwrapping the bag, turned your head to stare at him with the widest eyes ever. "...What, The unemployed part? Because I did say that last week." You knew damn well he wasn’t talking about that but you tried to salvage, your heart was genuinely beating out your chest.

 He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, looking smug as hell. "Don’t act stupid. Deadass. You were moaning a whole different script twenty-four hours ago. Talking 'bout" He cleared his throat, pausing for dramatic effect like he was about to drop some straight bullshit. "'Jermajesty, don't stop.'"

 Your mouth dropped open. In a panic, you snatched your phone off the table, the screen still recording. "I'm close, baby. Don't stop."

 The silence that followed was embarrassing. The air in the room thickened. You whisper-shouted, your voice cracking in a way that betrayed how flustered you actually were, "Oh my God, are you serious right now? I should kick your ass."

 He shrugged. "Dead serious, angel."

 You smacked your teeth, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "On everybody's soul, he's lying, like I’d NEVER say something that corny." It was crazy how you were calling him a liar while you were actively lying to the camera.

 His grin stretched wider, revealing a glimpse of teeth. That was never a good sign, that was the look he got right before he did something that made you beat him up. "Nah, I saved it. Got the receipts in 4K."

 He waved his phone like proof in a trial. You felt your soul physically exit your body because you knew his dumb ass definitely had proof on there in fact you didn’t doubt it. 

 "Oh my God, this is exactly why I never invite you to record!" You stabbed the stop button with a vengeance. The red light died, but the damage was already done. "It was just a prank, babe. You did the most. You're actually doing too much."

 You rolled your eyes so hard they almost locked in the back of your head. Jermajesty stayed planted, watching you with that same lazy, heavy-lidded smirk. You couldn't tell if he was suprised or knew since the beginning.

 "You look sexy when you pout, baby," he said, his voice dropping an octave, turning into a low rumble. "Shouldn't roll your eyes though. They might get stuck." He flicked your forehead with his finger. 

 Before you could clap back, he scooted. He didn't move fast, but he moved with purpose, his face suddenly filling your entire vision. One hand shot out, catching your chin in a grip that was firm possessive, but not rough. His thumb dragged slowly across your bottom lip, pulling the skin down to reveal the wet pink of your inner lip.

 His eyes flicked down to your mouth, lingering on the smudge of gloss, then snapped back up to yours. "Much better."

You slapped his hand away, the contact sending a jolt of warmth through you, and shot to your feet. "Absolutely not. Get away from me."

 You jabbed a finger in his face, trying to play the role of the victim. Which you were, no one could tell you otherwise.  "Sit on this couch and think about your actions," you commanded, though it sounded more like a plea.

 Jermajesty hummed low in his throat, hands up in a fake gesture of surrender. He sank deeper into the cushions, legs spreading wide in a blatant display of dominance. He looked way too relaxed for someone who had just been scolded; his eyes dragged over your curves, tracing the line of your hips like he was already mapping out exactly how he was going to take you for round two.

 "Love you, baby," he called after you, his voice dripping with confidence as you turned to walk away. You huffed, refusing to look back. "Yeah, right." Then, barely a breath, a secret just for the room: "Love you too."

 He heard it. You knew he heard it. 

When she reached him she leaned on his chest, pressing her stomach to his and wrapping her arms around his waist, melting into him. This was one of her favorite things, just standing with him.

And normally it was his too.

But this time he went ridged underneath her hands, spine ramrod straight. He tried to pull in his stomach, praying that she wouldn't notice his odd behavior. Praying that she wouldn't notice anything.

Unfortunately for him, his wife noticed everything about him.

"Simon," she pulled back slowly, just enough that she could see his face but still held him in her arms. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, dove." He cleared his throat, avoiding her eyes. "Why do you ask?"

She eyed him suspiciously, then sank back into the hug, watching him in the mirror. "Okay."

He exhaled, glad that she was gonna drop it. At least, that's what he thought.

She slowly unwrapped her arms, sliding her hands to meet his soft sides. Simon tensed back up, reaching to grab her hands and gently put them back around him.

"What're you doing baby?" She asked, closely observing his expression.

"Just really love hugging you, 'sall." He murmured into her hair, still avoiding her eyes.

Y/N pulled away again, cradling his face in one hand and running her fingers through his hair with the other. Simon sighed, closing his eyes and sinking into her touch.

"Well I'm flattered Si," she whispered, "But I know that's not quite the whole reason."

He froze, still not opening his eyes.

"Talk to me," she pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Let me carry this with you."

Simon could feel his resolve melting away with every time her hands ran through his hair. Maybe he would share this with her, as embarrassing as it may be. His sweet wife had never been the type to make fun of him.

He opened his eyes and stood up straight, keeping his arms wrapped around her but watching himself closely in the mirror.

"Do you, uh-" he cleared his throat. "Do you think I've gotten too soft since retiring?"

She tilted her head up at him, "What do you mean?"

Simon pulled away from her fully and gestured to his gut.

"Look at me, when we got together I was damn near bloody chiselled, and now," he took to squishing his stomach, then turning to look at her.

"Look how tight my pants are now." He pulled at the waistband. "I can barely get 'em zipped anymore."

Simon plopped himself onto the edge of the bed, putting his elbows on his knees and staring at her feet.

"Guess I'm just worried I'm not quite the man you fell in love with anymore."

It was silent in the room for a few moments, the only reason he knew she hadn't left was because he'd been watching her feet. He could feel something welling up in his chest, fear, sadness, and resignation.

An ugly combination.

But slowly, her feet started moving. And soon enough, his wife was standing right in front of him.

"You're right Simon, you aren't quite the same man I fell in love with."

His head snapped up, the same time he felt a crack in his chest, but before he could get a word out she had his face cradled in her palms.

"And I'm not quite the same woman you fell in love with. That's what happens when you spend years of your life with someone." Y/N gazed down at him with such adoration that he could feel her love radiating into his chest.

"And yes love, you are much softer than you were at first, and I'm mighty proud of that."

His head tilted in confusion.

"I've worked real hard at getting you nice and plump." She squeezed his side. "Now that you're able to relax, I wanted to make sure that you were eating enough. Have to keep my husband nice and full."

Simon blinked at her. "Dove, are you telling me that you've been fattening me up on purpose?"

She blushes violently, glancing away from him as her ears burned. "That's not the point, Simon."

He stood up in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I think that's very much the point, sweet wife." He chuckled to himself. "Here I was worried you wouldn't be attracted to me anymore, when this had been your sneaky little scheme all along."

She shook her head, burying her face into his chest. "I can't help that I like you soft." She murmured. "Means that you finally feel safe. And besides," she pulled back and looked at him directly.

"You don't mind that I'm soft, do you?"

Simon scoffed immediately, like the very notion was preposterous. "Absolutely not." He grasped her waist, squeezing appreciatively. "I love my wife with some softness on her. Just gives me more to love."

Y/N hummed with a smile, burying her face back into his chest. "And I love you Simon, no matter how soft you are."

a/n

Growing up had not exactly been the most fun. In your defense neither you or the two boys had made it easy. When you were little, you would try to follow Myron around all the time wanting to see what the older children were doing. He would get annoyed with you and your constant questions, rightfully so. You weren’t much younger than the boys, just only two years, but to Myron you might as well have been an infant. So he’d get mad, you would cry, his mother would tell him to be nice to you and the cycle would repeat day in and day out.

However, being young and small could only protect you for so long. Once you were old enough to not quite be considered too young anymore, Myron was finally able to start getting you back for all the times you got him in trouble. The teasing was relentless, and what made it worse was when he became best friends with Little Puma who joined him. They put bugs in your hair sometimes, other times in your food. Sometimes they jump out and scare you. They’d cover you in mud or push you in the river for the fun of it. You had become fearful of running into them when you were by yourself.

Your only saving grace was White Sun. She was older than all of you meaning she was in charge and both boys had to listen to her. Their mothers had said so. White Sun though has always been incredibly kind to you and looked after you like a sister. Every time they had done something to you White Sun would help you. She would dry your eyes after you finished crying and help you get cleaned up. Then she would sing to you while she’d rebraided your hair. She also had no problem going to her mother if the boys were just picking you a little too much for her liking.

When you grew up a little more it got better, well mostly. You had lost interest in wanting to follow around Myron all the time. Instead you had made friends with the girls your age and wanted to spend all your time with them. It was the best thing to happen to Myron and you. The two of you had pretty much stopped fighting and bickering altogether and were finally able to be cousins in peace. Nightly suppers with your families had become fun. The two of you would joke with each other and got along well together. There was no more yelling and shoving. Both of you had seemed to grow out of it and your mothers could not be happier at the peace and quiet.

The only person who didn’t seem to grow out of it was Little Puma. It wasn’t as bad as it was when you were kids, but the boy got on your nerves. Luckily, he mostly followed Myron’s lead, and Myron didn’t find it as entertaining to annoy you anymore. So if Myron shook his head you would come out unscathed from their terror. Most of the time Myron had something else he wanted to do instead. The problem was when Myron was not around, but you were, leaving you to be a prime target. Little Puma teased you incessantly about anything he could think of. There was one time a neighboring clan had come to stay with yours. There was a boy around your age who you found cute. You had been confiding in White Sun and some of your friends about him. Your friends were convinced he liked you and had encouraged you to talk to him. Unbeknownst to all of you, Little Puma had heard you speaking about it. For the whole time the clan had visited, he would do everything in his power to tease you about your crush. And he must have told the other boy something, because for the rest of the visit that boy never glanced your way again. Little Puma was trouble and you did your best to stay away from him.

Him and Myron have remained close, their friendship never faltering, meaning he was still around all the time even now. You would hate to admit it but he's gotten to be quite attractive. Sometimes only sometimes you’d catch yourself looking at him when he was around. You couldn’t help yourself. The only thing that killed it for you was that he still teased you. Sure, he did not tease you like he used to, but he still loved to get under your skin. When you would come back from gathering with the other girls he’d always claim something was wrong with yours. You never picked the ripe one he’d say after taking some blackberries from your basket. Or when you would wander off alone to have some time to yourself he’d always badger you about not helping. Little Puma had his opinion on everything. And to him everything you did was wrong.

This is why you savored the buffalo hunts. The men were gone for the whole day, so no Little Puma to criticize you. By the time the men returned from hunting, he was usually too tired to be a pest. However, the hunting season had just ended for the warm season and you all had just made the long walk back no more than two weeks ago.

The next hunt would not be for a couple more months now. So now you had to return to everyday life trying to survive Little Puma. You had managed at first as there had been a lot of work to do. One way to hide was by working alongside your mother and Myron’s mother. He could not bother you with them around.

That is until a sickness seemed to be reaching every family in the village. Many people had become bed-ridden and were unable to work. Their bodies burned to the touch and their throats became filled with thorns. Luckily your mother seemed to be doing okay and you were feeling normal. The only down side was being spread thin to help finish the usual amount of work.

You pick up one of your large baskets and hold it by your side. Turning around to face the way you came, you give your friend a sad smile and wave to her before walking down the path to head out of the village. She waves back to you with a similar expression. She’s claimed to be feeling okay just a bit hot and asked to switch with you today so she could stay out of the heat. You were more than happy to oblige her and were now heading down to the river to pick some berries and vegetables. She would be staying back to help your mother. You worry slightly afraid she might fall ill but you brush it off since you know your mother would tend to her if needed.

The sun may not be at the highest point, but you notice how warm it is as you continue along the path to the creek. It was not too far of a walk but it seemed longer now that you were by yourself. Normally you’d have a few friends to walk with and the time would pass by faster as you all chatted. Now it was just you as everyone else had fallen ill. Technically there were a couple of other places that you could go to collect that were a bit closer. But the coolness of the water though had sounded most appealing. So you could sacrifice the time if it meant getting to splash some water on your face to beat the heat. You begin to get a little uncomfortable as the sun continues to warm you. Bringing a hand to your cheek it feels like it’s burning. Adjusting the empty basket in your arms you hold it over your head and that seems to do the trick. Instantly your face cools down and you let out a small sigh of relief.

Finally, the creek came into view. You come around and decide to pick some blackberries first as the bushes offer more shade. Setting the basket down onto the grass you kneel down and begin picking the berries off the shrub. You make sure to examine each one before you pluck it off and gently place it in the basket. You will not give Little Puma the satisfaction of saying the berries aren’t ripe enough or that you smushed them. Quickly wiping the sweat on your forehead you finish filling up about a quarter of the basket with berries. The rest of the space you will leave for the beans and maybe some squash if you can find any on the way back.

The sweat begins to build up on your neck and slowly starts running down your spine. Your hand reaches for your waist and you realize you forgot to bring water with you. A grunt of annoyance slips from your mouth. At least you were smart enough to be by the creek. Moving from your crouched position into a standing one you stumble for just a moment suddenly becoming light headed. You shake it off and walk down through the tall shrubs and grass to the bank of the creek. Your skirt barely protects your knees from the rocks as you kneel so you cup the water in your hands and splash it onto your face. The coolness instantly hits you giving you a relief you didn’t know you needed. You take more and this time bring it to your neck the best you can. You don’t mind the feeling of it sliding your back finally not feeling so hot. Your hands cup another handful of water as you bring it to your lips. The cold water hits your stomach in the best way possible as you drink. Once you’ve gotten your fill, you feel much better and stand up not feeling dizzy this time.

You head back over to your basket and move it from the berries over to where the bean stalks are. Back to work you go as you begin filling the rest of the basket with beans. You still maintain your meticulous exam of every single bean you touch. Your focus from the beans is broken though at the idea of getting more water. You were suddenly beginning to feel hot again. Not wanting to stop working, you ignore your thirst and keep collecting food. You’ll have some more before you get up to leave, you tell yourself.

At last your basket is full of food to bring back home. Satisfied you stand up slowly before bending back down to grab a hold of your full basket. Your arms begin to shake when you try picking it up to your arms. You stop to give yourself a moment and take a deep breath before trying again. Everything in your arms begins to scream in pain when you try to lift it up once more. You set the basket down and kneel next to it. Your lungs feel tight and you try to get more air in. Your eyes look through the grass and bushes to where the creek is and you think maybe it’s the lack of water. You stand up, but not as slow as you should have and it’s a mistake.

You sway slowly back and forth and each step feels so heavy as you make your way to the creek. It’s right there in front of you, but at the same time you feel like it’s so far. Your vision begins to get blurry and you try to rub your eyes to clear it. Nothing works though, you keep trying to make your way down to the bank. The rocks under your feet cause you to stumble more as you no longer have the strength to fully pick up each step. The water is right there and you know you’ll feel good. However it’s no use, black dots slowly start to take over your vision and you take one last step before collapsing on the bank.

Little Puma walks through the village, his eyes scanning everywhere. There’s no trace of you anywhere. He already checked to see if you were helping the sick, but he came up empty handed. You were not with your aunt either. Now there was no way he was going to ask anybody if they’ve seen you around, but he was stumped. You were getting much better at hiding from him, it only took you long enough. He was amused with himself at the thought of getting to scare you when he found you.

Someone says your mother’s name and he looks up to see where they were pointing and smirks to himself. If you weren’t in your other spots then you would be for sure with your mother. A frown takes over his face as he makes his way to your mother whose back is towards him. She’s there preparing a hide and so is one of the girls you're always spending time with. But you are nowhere in sight, and you could not have taken off without him seeing you. Your mother turns around and seems to be relieved when she sees him, which Little Puma finds off. She waves him over and he has no choice but to come listen.

“Have you seen my daughter around? She went to go harvest and I have not seen her come back yet. It’s been too long, she should have come back by now.” your mother asks him. Little Puma begins to shake his head, but he’s not worried. Knowing you, you’re probably being lazy and sleeping under a tree staying out of the sun.

“No I haven’t. What time did she leave?” He tells himself he doesn’t care but he should still ask. Your mothers face seems to pale at his response.

“This morning. No one has seen her since. She went all by herself because all the other girls were sick. You have to go look for her please.” She begs him. Little Puma still thinks you’re probably just staying away on purpose. One thing he doesn’t like to hear is that you were all alone it bothers him. However, you were too hard headed to ever listen when he’s told you not to do that.

“I will go look for her. Did she mention where she was heading?” He does not really want to agree, but he cannot tell your mother no.

“No, she just took her basket and left.” Little Puma resists the urge to be annoyed in front of your mother. First you went by yourself and you didn't even mention what direction you went. He would lecture you once he finds you. Reassuring your mother one more time that you would be fine, he leaves to grab his horse and heads out to start looking for you.

With his back to the sun he has just finished checking the second spot he thought to look and so far nothing. There were about three more possible places to look for you and he was starting to get annoyed.

His horse walked along the path towards the creek. If he found you sleeping under the trees he was going to throw you in the river. He makes his way around to the bushes where he’s seen you gather before. Next to the stalks of beans he sees your basket filled with food just sitting in the grass. You're nowhere in sight and it scares him. Jumping off his horse he spins around trying to spot you anywhere. A pit grows in his stomach. Something is very wrong. He just knows it. Little Puma runs away from the bushes and heads to the tree line where the woods get thick. He checks the bottom of every trunk and he doesn't see you anywhere. Now feeling desperate he shouts out your name into the woods. No response, but he still calls out for you again. When you don’t respond for the second time he heads back to where your basket is and looks around the area once more.

Then he spots it right in front of your basket. The tall bushes are slightly trampled. With the trail as his only clue he pushes through the tall grass. Once he steps out now on the bed of the creek his heart plummets to his stomach immediately. There you are face down in the rocks unresponsive.

No. No. No. No.

That is the only thing running through his mind when he sees you. If anything happens to you he will never forgive himself. In a flash he’s at your side in an instant turning you over. A large gash is on your forehead over your left eyebrow. The blood that trickled from the wound is already dried onto your face. His eyes scan the area he doesn’t see any other tracks from animals or people. The only visible wound seems to be the one on your forehead, the rest of you seems undisturbed. He doesn’t understand what happened. His hand cups your face and your cheek is hot to the touch. His hand moves down to your arm and he realizes your entire body is burning. Pulling your unconscious body into his lap he shakes you gently while saying your name. When you don’t even stir a wave of panic washes over him.

“Why did you come out here by yourself? You should’ve asked somebody. I would’ve come with you.” He scolds you quietly but it falls on deaf ears. His head moves down to your mouth and he can’t help to let out a sigh of relief when he hears the faintest breath released from your body.

From his belt he pulls off a medium sized pouch filled with water. Gently, he pours a little into your mouth, but nothing. He tries again using a little more this time and he pours the water over the rest of your face hoping to cool you down. With the sleeve of his shirt he wipes some of the dirt and blood that covers your face, the water having loosened it. You're still much too warm, he thinks.

“You will not take her from me. ” He mutters to the open air, he refuses to let the sky take you back today.

With the rest of his water he pours the rest of it along your face and neck. When you still do not wake he knows he has to get you help in the village. One arm stays underneath your shoulder blades and the other hooks under your knees. He brings your entire body to his chest before he stands and carries you away from the stream through the long grass back to his horse. It takes him a few minutes, but he manages to get you on the horse, before getting on himself. From there he repositions you so you’re secured in his arms. Both your legs are hanging off the side of his horse, with your head nestled under his neck. “Stay with me.” He murmurs softly into the crown of your head. His lips leave a soft kiss to your hair, he steers his horse to head back towards home. Not wanting you to fall out he sets a decent pace so you can get help.

The two of you are back in the village in no time. He pulls to your family’s longhouse and shouts for help. Myron and your aunt come out first, both of them wearing matching shocked expressions. Little Puma lowers you down to Myron, your aunt cries out seeing your face. He jumps down and hands his horse off to a younger boy, before taking your body back from Myron. Your aunt tells Myron to go find your mother before leading Little Puma into the home. She tells him to lay you down and all he can do is listen to her.

Maybe it’s because you're still unconscious or maybe it’s because he feels useless, but Little Puma has never felt so lost in his life. In every single thing he does it’s with the sole purpose of making sure that’ll you’ll be taken care of. When the men hunt his only goal is to make sure that you’ll have something to eat. And when the cooler weather comes he’ll make sure they’re successful so you’ll be warm in the winter. Every time you’d take off by yourself he was terrified at the idea of even something remotely small happening to you and he wouldn’t be there to help. However, he couldn’t tell you that so it turned into a lecture. Sure, some of your bickering was because he just liked seeing you get annoyed with him. Most of it though was because he can’t bring himself to tell you he cares. Then there was that boy, he hated that boy with a hot white rage. Little Puma found him useless and a terrible hunter. That boy was never going to be able to take care of you, certainly not how Little Puma could. So he got rid of him the only way he knew how, by threatening to beat him within an inch of his life if he saw him even look in your direction. Maybe he should’ve told you these things but it doesn’t seem to matter now. All he knows is he’ll do better once you wake.

Your mother and Myron enter the house and your mother immediately moves over to your aunt to help tend to you.

“Myron, take Little Puma out of here to get cleaned up.” Your aunt shouts without even looking over at the two of them. Little Puma wants to interject, but Myron is already pulling him out. He complies knowing he’ll come back to you as soon as he’s done.

Your eyes slowly blink open to be met with the darker space of home. Everything feels hot still and your throat feels like you’ve swallowed a blade. An unwavering ache runs throughout your entire body. There’s something warm and tight around your hand, but you don’t have the strength to move it. A little bit of light is shining through the roof, you must have been asleep for half the day. How did you get back? The only thing you can really focus on is how all you want is some water right now. You manage to get your head turned to look to the right of you. Where you find Little Puma sitting on a stool next to you. His hand is the very tight thing keeping yours enclosed. His eyes are shut and his lips are slightly parted as he sleeps quietly next to you.

The dryness in your mouth keeps you from speaking to him. From what you can hear, it seems to be only the two of you in here. Water is still your first priority so you decide to try to sit up. Everything hurts as you try to sit up from where you’re laying. Your movement disturbs Little Puma who begins to stir next to you. His eyes open a little bit before landing on you. Once he realizes you’re awake he shoots up from where he’s sitting to kneel down next to you instead.

“You’re awake, but you should lay back down.” He puts a little pressure on your shoulder to get you to lay down, but you shake your head no. Your eyes settle on a cup next to his stool. Little Puma’s eyes sees what you’re staring at and immediately grabs it for you. He brings the cup to your lips and tilts it just a little. His other hand settles on your lower back to support your body. You don’t say anything about it because you need it. As soon as the water hits you it washes away the sluggish spell that was over you. You still feel weak, but you’re much better than before. You keep drinking though not wanting to feel the pain in your throat, but Little Puma takes it away.

“Not too much at once.” He tells you, but you want more. You’re a little surprised he’s here with you right now. Maybe Myron or your mom needed a break.

“How did I get home?” You ask him, your voice is a little raspy from the pain. He lets out a smooth exhale.

“I found you by the creek. You should’ve told someone where you had gone. I don’t know how many times I’ve told you that.” He reminds you, but it’s not like how he usually tells you. It’s much calmer and kind. It still annoys you a little.

“Spare me please, I'm not feeling great right now.” You grumble as you stare up at him. His mouth moves into a thin line. He stands for a moment staring down at you.

“You could have died. What if I hadn’t found you? What if no one found you? What then? Where does that leave me?” He doesn’t raise his voice once at you, which makes you a little more unsettled.

“Without someone to torment.” You snark at him which probably wasn’t your best choice. Little Puma rolls his eyes at you, but you can see he’s upset.

“You think I could live with myself if you had died? That would’ve killed me” he says while pointing to his chest. “I can't lose you. Ever.” He sits back down next to you and his head drops down. Which you’re glad for as your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. You’re a little lost for words at his confession. Maybe this is all a hallucination from this illness you think to yourself. Because this cannot be the same Little Puma who used to tell you that you processed hides wrong.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?” You ask him quietly. He lifts his head back up, his eyes settling onto yours.

“I think Myron might have killed me if I told him how much I cared for you. The only way I could talk to you was by teasing you. ” Your heart skips hearing him say it again. It doesn’t stop you from settling back to your old ways.

“You’re a child, you know that right?” You tease him, and when he smiles back at you a warmth fills your chest.

“Yeah yeah. But don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at me.” He shoots back while nudging you with his shoulder. Your cheeks flush a bright red and all you can do is turn your head away from him. Little Puma laughs at your reaction which causes you to laugh too.

“Want some more water?” He asks you and all you can do is nod your head again. More water is poured into the cup, but Little Puma still guides it to your mouth. After having some more a yawn escapes your mouth. “I’ll go let your family know you’re awake. You rest, I'll be right back.” A kiss is placed on your forehead before he gets up and heads out to find your family. He leaves you there mouth agape as you watch his back. When everyone comes back in no one says anything when Little Puma takes a seat right next to your side. His hand immediately goes to grab your hand that is closest to him as your mother and aunt dote over you.

As you heal at home for the next couple days your time is filled with sleeping and talking to Little Puma. He comes in every day any chance he gets to come check on you. Your mother and aunt remind him that you need to rest but he still comes by. When it’s just the two of you he’ll sneak a kiss here and there not that you’re complaining. Myron catches you guys once, but he doesn’t say anything. Just smirks at you two before leaving. Even though you’re feeling better and like getting up to move around he insists on bringing everything to you. His excuse is he doesn't want you to overdo it.

When you’re finally fully recovered the two of you are glued at the hip. He offers to go with you anywhere you need and you don’t protest. Now when you gather food he always tells you that you collect the best ones when he takes some from your basket. He still teases you occasionally, but now the two of you laugh after together.

The two of you are sitting side by side under a tree near the plains. You’ve finally managed to convince him to take a break and enjoy the peace. Your head is on his shoulder as the two of you stare at the open field. His arm is gently around your waist keeping you close.

“Almost ready to go?” He murmurs into your ear while placing a warm kiss on your cheek.

“Just a little longer?” You ask your eyes closing shut.