Cameron's P.O.V.
"I want chocolate milk." Sierra says to me. Shawn is out grocery shopping and I stayed here with Sierra. She's come over to house to see how everything looks with all of our stuff moved in and just to visit. She should be leaving soon. We've been moved in here for about two weeks now. I'm feeling a little under the weather today but I think I'm fine.

"Is normal milk ok?" I ask. "I'd have to actually put the chocolate syrup in and stir it and everything. And I'm not really feeling that well."

"Well that's what I want." she says laughing. I hear the bag of chips in her lap crumble.

"Are there any chips left?" I yell from the kitchen. I retrieve the milk and chocolate. I literally just bought those chips yesterday.

"Nope." she yells. I hear loud footsteps and soon she's standing in the kitchen. The giant bulge she calls her belly sticks three feet out of her body. She's 8 and a half months pregnant. And boy does she show.

"Here." I say, handing her the chocolate milk I just made. She walks over to me, by the sink, and takes the glass. She takes a sip.

"Eww." she says, sounding muffled. Her face scrunches up in disgust, as she spits it into the sink. "I can't drink this garbage." she says, drying her mouth with her sleeve. "There's too much chocolate." she says setting the glass down.

"Sierra I understand you're pregnant but you don't need to be such a...." I stop myself. One lesson I've learned thus far in this pregnancy is you really never wanna piss off a pregnant woman.

"A what?!" she yells squaring up on me. "Were you gonna say bitch?"

"Sierra no I was-"

"No I bet you were gonna call me fat." What the hell? Fat doesn't even fit into the end of my sentence. "Am I really that fat?" she starts crying. Oh my God, pregnancy hormones are freaking scary. Damnit Cameron. You don't have the time, energy, or strength to deal with this right now.

"No Sierra I promise." I say.

"You promise?" she wines. Oh my lord.

"Yes Sierra, you look fine."

"Aww Cameron I love you." she pulls me into a tight hug.

"I love you t-"

"Ugh get off of me!" she yells. "You're sick!" She grabs the chocolate milk, walking to the living room. God am I glad to actually be gay. I'm not to supposed to have to deal with a pregnant woman. That's straight couples problem! I walk to the medicine cabinet. There's no medicine, of course. I pull out my phone. I'll just text Shawn.

Cameron: Hey if you're still at the store can you buy me some medicine? I think I'm sick.

Shawn: Aww. I already left but I'll go back.

Cameron: No it's fine😞You can just come home😞I'll be in bed.

Shawn: I've already turned around💜I'm not gonna let you just be sick. What do you want?

Cameron: Thank you baby💜 and I think I have the stomach flu🤢

Shawn: I'll get you something☺️😘. Are you running a temp?

Cameron: I don't know🤷🏻‍♂️we don't have a thermometer.

Shawn: I'll buy one of those too☺️ Anything else you can think of why I'm out?

Cameron: Not that I can think of. Love you baby boy💜 thank you😘

Shawn: Anything for you Cameron. I'll be home in half an hour.

Cameron: I'll probably be asleep.

Shawn: Kk

I put my phone back in my sweat pants' pocket. "I'm taking a nap Sierra." I yell. I grab a glass and fill it up with sink water.

"Ok. I'll come wake you up if I need anything." I roll my eyes.

"Shawn'll be home in 30 minutes."

"Ok." she yells. I walk through the kitchen, through the dining room, up the stairs, down the hallway, and into our bedroom. I lay down on my side of the bed. It was very much easier to maneuver around the small apartment, compared to this very large house. I pull the blankets up over myself. This nap better make me feel better.

*****

"Baby......... baby." I open my eyes to a Shawn sitting on the bed next to me. My stomach. Owww. I think I'm gonna be sick. I quickly throw the blankets off my body and run to the bathroom connected to our bedroom. I lift the toilet seat and move my face, hovering above it. I feel a hand rub my back.

"Get out of here Shawn." I say weakly. "I don't want you to see me like this." He crouches down next to me.

"In sickness and in health Cameron. I'm not going anywhere." That's when I start blowing chunks into the toilet. When did I even eat chicken last? This is so disgusting; I absolutely hate puking. My throat burns as more and more food mush pushes up out of my throat. "I'll be right back. The medicine is on the bed." I feel his hand leave my back as he gets up and leaves the room. I focus myself on the task at hand: throwing up. Maybe if I just throw everything up then I'll stop because there'll be nothing left to throw up. Yah, of course! So I just gotta get this over with. I hear Shawn return, holding a grey plastic grocery bag. He unties it and pulls out a bottle. "Here, take these." he says. He stands up, walking to the sink.

"What is it?" I ask weakly. Throwing up really takes a lot of your energy out of you.

"Just take it." he says smiling. He walks back to me from the sink, holding a cup filled with water. "It'll make you feel better." He hands me the cup and pills. I feel the back of his ice cold hand press against my forehead. "Woahhh, you're definitely running a temperature." he says. He pulls a thermometer out of the bag. "I need to take your temperature." I sit there limply as he cleans my mouth off with a wash cloth. I feel the thermometer enter my mouth. After a few seconds it makes a beeping sound. "Oh God Cameron. This says you're running a 103.4 temperature. Here." I feel his arms wrap under my arm pits, lifting me up. I let him lift me, stepping with him as we get closer to the large jacuzzi size bathtub. "You need to take a cold bath to get that temperature down." he says seriously.

"I don't want to Shawn." I complain weakly. "Please, my stomach hurts and I just wanna lay in bed."

"No Cameron. Your temperature is dangerously high and we need to get it down before you get hurt." I give up, as he starts taking off my clothes. I raise my hands up like a child as he pulls my shirt off over my head. He leaves me alone for a second, starting the water and pushing down the drain plug. He moves back to me, pulling down my sweat pants. I move my feet up so he can pull them away. I feel his freezing hands wrap around the hem of my underwear and pull them down too. After I'm standing butt naked, he helps me into the bathtub. I feel extremely cold. I'm sure my size is extremely small right now. I don't really care that much though. It's just my Shawn. He almost has to carry me bridal style in. As my feet touch the water, the icy liquid feels like a million sharp knifes against my skin.

"Noooo!" I scream. "It's too cold. I don't want this." He's still holding me, lowering me into the tub. Soon the water is all around my legs and ass, more knives stabbing into me. "Please." I start crying. I feel his hands on my cheeks.

"Cameron I'm not doing this to hurt you baby. You need this to get better. Please, it's honestly not that bad." I feel his hands leave my face and wrap around my right hand. I grab ahold of his with all the strength I have. "I love you." he says. His face expresses true sadness.

"I love you too." I cry. After a few minutes he turns the water off. I feel his dry hand press against my forehead.

"Just a few more minutes." he says. The water no longer hurts, it's just freezing cold. Some of the pain in my stomach is gone but not all of it. "I'm just grabbing the thermometer." he says as he lets go of my hand, leaving my side. He returns in a few seconds. "Open up." he says. I use the small amount of strength I have, opening my mouth. I feel the thermometer slide in, resting under my tongue. After a few seconds it makes a beeping sound and he pulls it out. "99.9" he says. He pulls up the drain plug. "Let's get you dried off baby." he says. His arms go back under my arm pits, mostly lifting me up. I help a little bit, but really truly I feel weak. The cold air pierces my skin, freezing more than the water did. Small droplets of water slide down my body, returning to the pool of water I'm standing in. I feel a towel move around my body as Shawn dries me off. "Step out." he says. I step out of the tub, with his help, and he starts drying off my legs. His hands, covered by the towel, moves up and down my leg. Soon I feel them over my ass cheeks. If I wasn't so sick this would be a major turn on. "I'm about to dry you off there." he says, motioning towards my dick. A small laugh escapes my lips. "What's so funny?" he asks smiling.

"You." I say weakly. "You're so sweet to me." I say honestly. I feel the towel press against my v-line and move down to my crotch. The towel moves around each side of my balls, up and down my length, and through the small bush of pubic hair I have.

"You're all dry." he says. I feel my teeth start to chatter as the cool air seems to feel even colder. "Come on, let's get you back in bed." He walks me to the bedroom and lays my back down. He walks over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of my underwear and pajama bottoms. He walks back over, sliding then onto my body. After pulling the pajama bottoms up and making sure I was comfortable, he leans down pecking a kiss on my forehead. "Now get better." he says. He turns around to leave and I grab his wrist.

"Wait." I say tiredly and weekly. He turns away from the doorway, looking at me.

"Do you need something else?" he asks cutely.

"No..... just thank you Shawn."

"For what?" he laughs.

"For taking care of me." I say weekly.

"I'll always take of you baby." he says smiling. "I live to make sure you're ok." He leans down giving me a hug. I hug back with what strength I have.

"Would you lie down with me?" I ask with a puppy dog face. "At least till I fall asleep?" He lets go of my hand, moving around the bed. He crawls in next to me.

"Of course baby." he says. I move myself into his chest, melting into his strong arms. I feel him tighten his grip around me, getting comfortable with me cuddling into him.

"Thank you Shawn." I say. My eyes start to become heavy.

"I'll always be here to cuddle you Cameron." he says cutely. I feel him kiss my head. "Now get some sleep baby." I finally cave in, my eyes shutting and not opening back up. Just like that, I fall away from reality and dip back into blissful sleep, all the while in Shawn's warm arms.