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💞Ship:DNF 💞

📖Story type:Fluff📖

⚠️TW: Mention of thunder & throwing up⚠️

📮Words: 592📮

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"The food was good thank you babe!" Dream looked up from his plate. "It's ok I'm glad you liked it." "Hey you ok? You look really pale." Dream looked me dead in the eyes (pro-lined eye contact 👀) "Yeah I'm fine, I just don't feel that well.." "Hey it's ok, just take it easy. Don't eat anymore if you think your going to throw up." Dream slowly pushed his plate away from him and sat back. "Stay here ok? I'll sort everything out." I grabbed mine and Dreams plates and took them to the kitchen.

As I was washing up the plates, my phone bussed on the marble counter. I quickly dried my hands and put the last thing away, I looked at the notification. It was the weather app, it said it was going to thunderstorm tonight. "Oh shit." "G-George!" I heard Dream yell for me so I ran into the living room. I saw Dream crying. "Hey hey! What's up?!" I walked up to him and saw he had been sick on the floor. "I-I'm sorry- I-I didn't t-try to..." "Hey, it's ok. You can't help where you throw up. And besides you wouldn't have been able to help throwing up on the carpet, you don't have a sick bucket." I gently rubbed Dreams back to keep him calm. He didn't like being sick. He hates vomit. I could see his leg shaking like mad. (ayo that be me tho at school) "One second babe." I came back with a bucket for Dream to be sick in. I pulled him onto my lap and carried on rubbing his back. "Shh it's gonna be ok.."

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"Shh it's gonna be ok.." George started rubbing my back again. "G-George..?" "Yeah baby?" I looked up at George. "Before you came in the living room, I h-heard you say 'oh shit'. Why did you say that..?" (FWI Dream doesn't really like people swearing or swears himself in this story :)) "Oh uh- It's just, the weather app sent me a notification saying it was going to thunder-" as George went to finish his sentence, a boom of thunder came down. "AHH GEORGE!" I quickly clung onto George tightly. "Shh it's ok Dream baby."

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"Shh it's ok Dream baby." Dream clung on tightly as another boom of thunder struck. "Do you want to go upstairs and try to sleep?" "Yeah..." I hoisted Dream up and carried him to our room. "Can you find my noise cancelling headphones please...?" "Of course I can." (Yeah he doesn't do well with loud noises so George bought him some noise cancelling headphones.) "Here you go baby." "Thank-Thank you." Dream flinched because another lightening thing had struck. "Put them on baby. Then we can sleep." "Ok.. Thank you." Dream looked up and smiled at me. "It's ok babe. Do you have your sick bucket?" Dream reached down to the side of the bed and showed me his sick bucket. "Yeah I've got it." "Ok good. Now cm'ere!" I clambered across the bed to Dream and lunged at him. "Ah George!" I started tickling Dream making him laugh. "G-George stop! I-I want to s-sleep! Hahaha!" I chuckled and stopped tickling Dream. "Ok ok. Now come here and sleep." Dream scooted over into my outstretched arms and we fell asleep half an hour later

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