Chase's POV

"I don't want anymore," Diego whines, putting down his spoon and pouting.

"You don't like it?" I ask. I tasted it before giving it to him and it's actually amazing! Esmée's recipe really is delicious.

Diego turns to face me. "I do! I'm just not hungry anymore."

"You only ate four spoons of soup! There's no way that's enough!" I exclaim. "When was the last time you had a proper meal?"

"Right now," he replies innocently and I roll my eyes, waiting for him to answer my question. He releases a soft laugh before breaking into a fit of coughs. "I didn't really eat much yesterday because that's when I started to feel sick. I'll eat the soup later, promise."

I frown. He really should be having at least one meal and what I put in the bowl is a lot less than what he usually eats. "How about this, if you eat two more spoons of soup I'll give you a kiss on the cheek. For five spoons a kiss on the lips. For ten spoons another head massage and if you eat all your soup I'll give you a full body massage!"

I'm already planning on giving him a full body massage because I know how much he likes them, and the massage should help him relax and fall asleep, but this should do the trick and get him to eat more.

Diego's face lights up and he picks up his spoon and starts eating. I ruffle his hair and continue to play with it as he eats.

"Feed me, please! My arms are tired," Diego whines, like a child about to throw a tantrum.

I giggle and pick up the spoon, deciding to indulge my man child. "DiDi, say aaah," I say, stroking his hair with one hand while holding a spoonful of soup with the other. Diego grins and opens his mouth and I feed him the soup. "Good boy," I coo, giggling loudly.

"Don't you have to work today? Esmée will take care of me, so if you're busy it's okay. You really don't have to take care of me," Diego says, shortly after I feed him his sixth spoonful of soup.

A pout forms on my lips as I look at my sniffling boyfriend. "DiDi, stop trying to push me away. I don't like it. If you're clingy or immature or annoying it doesn't matter. I want to experience all sides of you because you're mine and I'll always take care of you."

He turns towards me and his eyes search mine for a few seconds before a broad smile spreads across his face. "Thank you, Chase." His voice is drenched in gratefulness and his eyes are filled with love and gratitude.

I press a soft kiss to his forehead before feeding him more soup. Diego snuggles against my chest which makes feeding him a little awkward, but he looks so content that I don't have the heart to tell him to sit up properly.

"Do I get my massage now?" Diego inquires, after he's finished taking his medication, and he turns away from me to release a mucus-filled cough. I gently rub his back while he finishes coughing and blowing his nose. "Hmm?" He prompts, giving me a sheepish smile.

I giggle and nod, getting up to move the portable laptop table to the floor while Diego repositions himself in the bed. I climb on top of him, trying not to put too much of my body weight on his butt.

After rubbing some massage oil on my hands, I get to work with Diego's massage, starting with his back. My hands work the muscles on his now shirtless upper body, gently kneading and moving in circles, up and down his back.

Diego releases soft sounds of pleasure mixed with a few coughs as I continue to relax him. I lean over and press a few light kisses to his back, not being able to resist worshipping his chiseled body.

"Chase I made-" Esmée's voice sounds from near the door, and like a thief caught in the act of stealing, I shriek and dive to the floor. A congested laugh sounds as Diego reaches over to ruffle my hair.

"Hi Esmée, Chase was giving me a massage," he reaches over and ruffles my hair, "because he's the sweetest!" He beams, placing one more kiss on my cheek.

I peek towards the door and find Esmée holding a tray and grinning, looking at me like I'm the most adorable creature she's ever laid eyes on. "Chase, it's very sweet that you were massaging Diego. I actually just came to say bye. I made you Creamy Mushroom Chicken pasta so you would have something to eat. You can't skip meals just because you're busy taking care of Diego."

She places the tray on the bed and I lick my lips, when I spot the creamy goodness and hurry over to taste it. "Wow! This is really great!" I exclaim, taking another bite and nodding.

"That makes me really happy," Esmée says grinning from ear to ear. "The clothes are in the dryer, so you'll need to put them away later. I'm leaving you in great hands Diego but don't give Chase too much trouble and you better not get him sick!"

Diego releases a light laugh. "I don't know about not giving him too much trouble but I won't get him sick, I promise!"

Esmée narrows her eyes, and I giggle when I feel Diego hiding his face in my back. "I can handle whatever he throws at me!" I exclaim, reaching over and ruffling Diego's hair.

"Well, you can let me know how that goes," Esmée replies, pulling out her phone and handing it to me.

I giggle and we exchange numbers before I bid her farewell. I give her another quick hug at the door and thank her for coming before locking up and heading back to Diego's room.

He is lying on his back watching television, yawning and sniffling ever so often. When he spots me, his face lights up and he beckons me towards him. I rush over and give him a tight hug before instructing him to lie on his stomach so that I can finish the massage.

Diego falls asleep halfway through the massage, but I decide to still complete the entire thing. Once I'm finished, I tuck Diego in before turning on the television so that I can watch it while I eat the rest of my food.

After I finish the dishes and folding the laundry, I video call Jesse and the phone is answered after two rings by Bryan. "Hi Chase! Jesse is in the bathroom, he should be out soon."

"Hi Bryan! Okay!" I reply, noticing from his background that Bryan is in Jesse's office.

Jesse absolutely loves that he gets to work in the same building as Bryan. I'm still not sure if it's because he gets to spend more time with him or if it's because he gets laid more often. Either way he is loving it.

They often go to work together and pop into each other's offices during breaks. However, they surprisingly rarely eat lunch together, instead they spend that time with their coworkers. Then after work if they're not too tired or don't have much work to finish, they would go on a date.

"Are you at Diego's house?" Bryan questions, raising a lush eyebrow, and I nod in response. Bryan gives me an incredulous look. "He called you over!"

I pout and shake my head. "No but I showed up anyway and found him curled up in bed."

Bryan chuckles lightly, just as Jesse pops up behind him. He practically crawls onto Bryan's lap before pecking his lips. "Hi, baby bro," he says once he's settled.

"I met Esmée!" I exclaim, unable to withhold the reason I called and longer.

Jesse's mouth hangs open and Bryan's eyes widen. "Shit! I completely forgot my mother was going there! I couldn't get away from work and she insisted that she go take care of her second son, so I let her. I know you weren't ready to meet her yet. I'm sorry, I should have called Diego to see if you ended up going to his place!" Bryan looks highly apologetic and a little flustered.

Jesse's experience with the hugging, the sex photo and talks about marriage, left me feeling intimidated. I thought either that she'd immediately squish me into a hug and dive into a very serious conversation topic or that she'd be disappointed and see me as the less interesting twin since I'm not as outgoing as Jesse.

"It was actually nice meeting her! She taught me how to make soup!" I proceed to recount my entire encounter with her while Jesse and Bryan listen intently, chiming in with occasional comments.

"So you'll be staying with Diego for a few days to take care of him?" Jesse inquires. He is giving me a nervous smile, so I immediately know something is up.

My eyebrows knit together in suspension, but I nod, and he continues. "Bryan has to go away for a few days on a business trip, and he asked if I'd like to come, but I wanted to check with you first."

"Of course you should go! Have fun, and Bryan, I hope you'll still spend some time with Jesse even though it's a work trip." I instantly reply and Jesse frowns. "Why are you frowning?"

"You didn't even think about it! What if-"

"No what ifs Jesse. I'll be okay! I can take care of myself, and even if I can't, I have complete faith that Diego will take care of me. Shawn and our brothers will also be here. So even if my world starts to crash and burn, I know that I'm not alone and have people to count on. And you'll only be a phone call away. So go on the trip."

Jesse has spent so much of his life taking care of me, even before the incident, he would always be there for me and put my needs first. Now I think it's time I start pushing him to live his life. I really want him to be happy and a blind man can see that Bryan makes Jesse happy, and he is even warming up to the idea of marrying Bryan some day, though he hasn't mentioned it to Bryan yet.

A smile spreads across his face as it takes on a light pink cast. "You're right, I guess I don't need to be so protective of you."

I giggle and nod before I feel a poke in my side. I release a little squeak and spin around to find my boyfriend laughing and coughing at my reaction. "I'll talk to you later, my big baby just woke up," I say and Jesse and Bryan laugh and nod. "You're supposed to be resting."

Diego pouts when I start pushing him towards his room. "I wanted a cup of coffee," he says sulkily.

"You can't have coffee but I'll bring you a treat if you go back to bed," I respond and peck his cheek.

"Is it you?" He teases and I giggle and shake my head before scurrying away to the kitchen.

I cut up some citrus fruits and make a cup of tea with some honey for flavour before carrying them into the bedroom. Diego is back in bed and watching television. He grins and takes the tea from me, sipping it and smiling happily.

After sitting on the bed, I place the fruits in his lap and snuggle next to my congested boyfriend. We watch television and he of course requests that I feed him his fruit, to which I readily oblige. 

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