in which, your ill and your girlfriend stays home to look after you despite your protests
“buenos dias!” jenni shouted, smirking as she stretched her arms above her head, yawing as she woke up early for training, ultimately waking you up with her.
“ow, jenni, no,” you grumble, head screaming at you for reprise as you lay on you stomach, bringing the covers back over you which jenni had taken away, and burying your head into the pillow.
jenni wasn’t surprised, though, from the way you were acting last night, she would be surprised if you weren’t a little bit hungover.
however, she failed to realise it wasn’t just the hangover making you groan.
“come on, bebe, you have to wake up,” she sang in your ear, kissing the delicate tattoo behind it, a simple butterfly you had gotten on your eighteenth birthday, as one had pulled the duvet cover away from your grip, the other trailing over the tattoos littering your bare back.
you coughed, pulling away from her touch which made her frown. from the two and a half years you had been dating the spanish woman, you two have a had a fair share of drunken nights out, especially with the team.
last night had been one of them, after a 5-0 victory over real madrid, some of the young barca girs had invited you out to gets some drinks, which had quickly led to you getting drunk, which quickly led you to the club.
still being classed as one of the younger girls on the team, unlike your long term girlfriend, you were easy to get drunk, a light weight, as jenni would call you no matter how many times you denied it.
however, jenni was older, and as much fun as she had drinking and celebrating, she was able to hold a drink much better than you, and didn’t mind watching you have your fun while you could, keeping an eye on you and taking care of you making sure you didn’t over do it.
which, once you did, she quickly took you into her arms, waving bye to the girls who stayed out for a little longer while she whisked you home, carefully tucking you into bed with a kiss on the forehead once she had removed your makeup, gotten you out of your heels and into comfort pjs with a glass of water and tylenol on your bedside.
being the doting and loving girlfriend she was, jenni cared and loved you more than you knew, and was very observant as much as obsessed with you, could tell when even a slight hair on your head on your head was out of place.
so when you wheeved heavily and gulped your water down which didn’t seem to help a little bit as you didn’t immediately move back into the comfort of her arms, she knew something was wrong.
she had gotten your hangover routine down to a tee, on the night you would throw up, usually aiding in your hangover the next morning and she would have to put the tylenol in your mouth and make you drink water as much as you refused, she’d sit with you until it was finished. and then, you’d have a headache throughout the day, but once you were up and moving you’d be okay.
all you needed was to be in her arms, and you’d be fine to go to training. but that didn’t look like the plan today. your face was swollen, cheeks tinged red, you didn’t even make grabby hands at her once in the ten minutes you had been up, in which she had to keep you awake because you kept burying your head in the covers instead of making any move to get up.
she sprung out of bed, quickly panicked by your state as she rushed over to your side of the bed, hand pressed against your forehead. however, it didn’t stay there for long as you pushed her touch away.
“shit, hermosa, your burning up,” she hissed of the feeling against her hand, wracking her eyes over you, seeing a beading sweat as you quickly pushed the covers off you, then quickly shivered, half pulling them back on top of you.
“im fine,” you told her, wrapping your arms around yourself. she tutted in response, shaking her head as she left your side again, pulling a shirt over her head.
“i’ll be back in a second, mi amor,” she quickly rushed off, out of your eye sight as you mumbled, making not another move to comment as you laid back on the bed, closing you eyes trying to drift back off to sleep.
that quickly ended though, as only a few seconds later you were sent into a coughing fit, doubling over and with no water left, and jenni still not back, you were left to aid for yourself somehow with an itch remaining in the back of your thoat.
but you didn’t have any words you could say with the scratching in your throat and you suddenly felt something else creep up making you rush to your en-suite bathroom quickly, kneeling in front of the toilet as you threw your guts up.
jenni carefully entered the bedroom again, this time she had a cold compress in hand, a cold water bottle, and various medicines in the other. “okay, mi vida. i have some paracetamol to help with your headache, a cold compress which will hopefully calm your temperature down and—“
she cut herself up as she placed the stuff on the end of the bed, going over to your side of the bed, waiting for you to look at her with your loving eyes, soft and blue. however she saw none of that not even you.
“in here,” you groaned over the toilet, and she could hear retching as she rushed quickly into the bathroom, kneeling behind you as she fisted your hair into a make shift ponytail.
“sh, let it all out,” she cooed, rubbing your back eagerly. once you believed everything had left you system, you leaned back into her arms, resting your head on her chest allowing her to soothe you softly, pushing a few stray hairs away that had stuck to your forehead.
“i’m okay.” you managed, trying to preserve, not knowing if you were trying to persuade her or yourself that you were in the right shape to make it to training.
but you both knew the answer to that question.
you both telepathically decided you were gonna stay on the floor for a while, as you laid back against her chest, with the combination of her kisses against your shoulder, where her shin rested and your legs against the cold tiled floor, you could finally relax.
eventually, though you had to get up. “hm. what time is it?” you asked as she chuckled, not giving you a proper answer which made you pout.
“don’t worry about it baby,” she mumbled into your hair as you rolled your eyes, standing up on wobbly legs, her hands trailing around your waist to assist you, standing up behind you to guide wherever you wanted to go.
you reached for your toothbrush as you began to brush your teeth, getting rid of the sick that was stained around your mouth. “i have to get ready for training.”
she frowned at tour response, trailing behind you as you walked back into the room, starting to get changed as you reached for your training top.
before you could pull it on, she grabbed it from your grip making you gasp. “hey!” you swatted her arm, motioning for her to give it you back which only made her hold it closer to her chest.
“no, no no, cariño. no training today, your sick.” she smiled down at you sweetly whilst you shook your head, grumpily crossing your arms against your chest.
“i’m fine, jenni. i’m not sick, don’t be ridiculous.” you scoffed, however fate was against you that day, as you suddenly was threw into a coughing fit, stumbling forward as she caught you, holding your body weight up as you doubled over once more.
“come back to bed, mi niña,” she kissed your foe head, despite your slight protests as you recovered, gently taking you into her arms, one arm under your knees and the other on your head as she carried you to the bed bridal style.
she placed you down gently, changing your clothes gently as she knew you must have felt icky in the same clothes as last night, fluffing the pillows behind you making sure you were comfortable before she pulled the thin blanket over you.
“there you go, do you want to have a shower? freshen up?” she asked, pulling your hair into a bun on the top of your head so it wasn’t touching your neck.
you shook your head, exhaustion washing over you. you made grabby hands for her, “just want you,” you pouted making her nod.
not wanting to leave you waiting, she quickly obliged slipping under the covers next to you, pulling you into her chest, arms wrapped around her shoulder. when she was downstairs grabbing your medicine and cold compress, she immediately knew you were well enough for training so she made sure to message ale, apologising for the two of yous absence, which alexia quickly brushed off with a quick no worries and wishing you a get well soon.
you we’re settled for a few mere minutes, before jenni heard sniffles coming from your direction, straight into her chest. at first she just assumed you had a stuffy nose from the cold you seemed to be carrying however that did not appear true when you wiped your eyes. and she felt wetness on her chest.
“mi amor, why are you crying?” she cooed, lifting your head slightly so you were looking at her, eyes blotchy and red as you struggled to catch your breath.
she rubbed your back soothingly, motioning for you to take your time, wiping your tears away with her spare hand.
you sat up, pulling away as you crossed your legs. “it’s just…i feel bad. you should be at training, you have no reason to be here.”
“baby girl, love of my life, you are my reason for being here. and don’t think you can push me away, pretending your not sick and that you don’t need me here, cause i know you do. and i know you would do the same for me.”
you rolled your eyes at that, laying back down because ultimately, you knew it was true.
you’d done anything for jenni hermoso, as she would for you.
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