Love-Sick Mrs. Hayden

May's POV

It has been almost a week now that I'm married, and no, no matter how many times you would like me to say 'happily', I would never admit that I'm 'happily' married. And that's because of a few valid and quite logical reasons which I'm sure you're very much well aware off and thus no need for me to be mentioning them again and again and again.

Unless of course it's your utmost pleasure to hear me sound in so much distress.

You rascal.

And knowing how troublesome my life have always been, this messed up situation even turned worse, well aside the fact that right now I'm having a bad cold. But before any of that, let me say some things that have been baffling my logic ever since.

Ever since Drew returned and the news of our marriage from Grandpa, something has been bugging me. It was like as if the moment he returned he actually brought something with him. And nope, I definitely don't mean the bra, I mean something else, something I couldn't point out. It's been bugging me.

And this has also nothing to do with my cold which had affected me yesterday afternoon. I know I shouldn't have been outside too long but it was so much fun to be with the snow! So in the end, I played outside too much that I caught myself the virus.

Anyway back to the point where everything in my life turned to the worse, a lot has happened ever since becoming Mrs. Hayden and when I said a lot, I mean A LOT. Both of our parents have gone way over board about this whole marriage stuff.

I'm currently staying at an apartment right now, not in my own house as I would have preferred.

Living in an apartment would be considered fine or sane under normal circumstances but the fact that I'm living here alone with Drew, just the two of us, alone, that's really really something not under the tag of 'normal circumstance'.

This is just too indecent.

We might be married but that didn't change the fact that we're still seventeen and underage to be sharing a single roof. What have this world become!?

And I would never be crazy enough to live alone with a conceited, diabolically arrogant and AMAZINGLY HOT pervert!

Never!

While my wedding was going on that day, apparently my parents had some personnel that moved all my clothes, gadgets and all other belongings from our house to this apartment without my consent. And the next thing I knew after the wedding, I was no longer able to stay at my house, but here instead.

Such supportive parents, very cute.

I even remembered Mom saying something like 'It's preparation Dear when both of you gets older. You don't need to worry though. The room has two separate bedrooms so you can still have separate rooms when you both sleep!'

I sighed, that didn't make any difference at all. They really love playing matchmaker and toying with my life.

It was the sole reason why I spent so much time outside the apartment with the snow. At least I could cover up my face which involuntarily flushes red every now and then. I never thought flustering could become this problematic. But now I'm thankful for this cold because it perfectly hides my blush that happens involuntarily whenever I'm with Drew.

A knock on my door jerked me up. "Yes?" I asked knowing that it would only be Drew.

My husband.

There goes my stupid face again, becoming as mushy red every time I think of Drew as my husband.

I just don't effin' get it. What's there to be so flustered about?

I'm going nuts! Someone snipe me please.

"May? You awake?" He inquired from the other side of the door. "I made you soup for your dinner."

"Uhm, I'm awake now and uhm quite fine too." I stuttered. "Could you just leave the plate by the door? I'll pick it up later."

"No." He answered bluntly.

"And why is that?" I replied and immediately covered myself with my blanket.

"Achoo!"

"See?" He answered. "That's why."

"But I'm fine!" I protested, struggling to breathe through my clogged nose. Unfortunately my box of tissue just ran out, and beside my bed was my trash bin already filled with my used tissues from this stupid cold.

"No you're not."

"Yes I am!" I sounded terrible even though I didn't admit it. I was defiant about it stupidly.

"Achoo!"

"Okay that's it, I'm going in there!" He insisted and opened the door. All I did was cover almost every part of my body with the blanket, exposing only my eyes up to my forehead. He placed the bowl of soup on my bedside table and sat beside me.

"I thought you said you were fine." He exclaimed. He probably thought that I was really in a bad shape to be covering myself this much, which was partially true I guess.

"I am fine!" I retorted and plopped my head out of the covers, completely exposing my head. He then immediately placed his hand on my forehead. I could comically picture out steam puffing out from my ears as soon as he did that. I felt my temperature rose even more by the moment his skin touched mine.

And for the umpteenth time I am thankful for this cold.

"You call this fine!?" He exclaimed, his hand still on my forehead. "You're burning up!"

And just like how ice melted when placed under the heat of the sun my head slowly sank and melted under the covers again. "It's only because you effortlessly touched me." I murmured.

"What was that?" He questioned and reclaimed his hands, which I am quite thankful because God knew what would happen if it continues to raise my temperature up.

But...

Nooo Mr. Warm Hands, don't leave my forehead please.

"Nothing." I answered, thankful he didn't hear me.

"You probably can't manage to feed yourself at that temperature so I guess you'll have to let me feed you." He said casually and reached for the bowl of soup. "I mean if it's okay for you."

I didn't answer 'yes', verbally. I just nodded.

Everything is in painful silence. It is full of tension . Or maybe it is just me. How can he just do this so casually? Is he not embarrassed? Ashamed?

Oh...

I get it.

Why would he be embarrassed? It's not like it's his first time taking care of me right?

Yes, right. Ever since we were both young I got myself into plenty of fights and mishaps, especially with older boys. And every time Drew would rescue me.

If there should be someone here to be embarrassed that should be me, the ever still troublesome girl. The very same troublesome girl that needs to be taken care of still.

And most of all, the most troublesome girl that puts Drew into so much trouble ever since.

Oh man why do I have to be so childish and unlady like?

I sat up, making it more comfortable for him for it was all I could do. I gulped every spoonful. I wasn't able to take a quick glance at him for I did not have the strength and courage to do so and plus looking up makes my head spin like a chopper.

As I gulped, I tried to keep my heart in check if it was still beating appropriately.

And I guessed it right that it was no longer beating appropriately. My heart is beating recklessly and the butterflies in my stomach seemed to grow rampant with their fluttering.

My fingers kept on fidgeting uncontrollably underneath the blanket. And weirdly, I lowered my bangs just too conceal my flushed face even though I was confident enough that he wouldn't notice it because of my cold.

Damn paranoia.

"You seem awfully quiet tonight." He questioned and placed the bowl back on the table.

I gulped the most recent spoon-feed and answered with just a short rapid shake of my head sideways, which was a very bad idea because it made the headache that returned worse.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

I closed my eyes and vehemently nodded, hoping that it would also shove away this twisted emotion stirring up in me.

Then to my biggest surprise, he gently lifted my face. He pierced me with his staggering stare that I've never known before. His eyes were so beautiful. I mean I've always known how beautiful they were but looking at them at this proximity.

Damn.

I didn't know the galaxy, a thing of enormous size, could fit in such gems.

Damn indeed.

I would have shaken him off, but I am out of energy, I could feel every bit of energy slowly draining away from me every second he held my face.

"Then why are you avoiding me? You're not looking at me." He asked again, I saw a tint of worry in his eyes. So I guess he really is worried about me. I really am one troublesome girl.

"I'm sorry." I meekly answered.

"What are you even sorry for?" He slowly let go of my face and positioned himself better. His legs were no longer hanging as he folded them and squatted on my bed.

"For causing you this much trouble." I apologetically answered.

He just stared at me quizzically, motioning me to continue, so I did.

"You know, if I only listened not to be out on the snow too long then maybe I would have not gotten sick." I continued, hanging my head low. "Then, uhm, then you wouldn't have to take care of me."

"I am, apparently, still the troublesome girl from back then."

"What are you talking about?" He scratched his head.

"Huh?" I had the sudden urge to look up at him, so I did. "You didn't get anything I said?"

"Not really." He looked away, standing up. "Because of course I have to take care of you."

"Why would I not?" He added.

I hang my head low. I didn't understand at all what I felt, but, weirdly, at the same time I did.

It is all nostalgic. It is crazy.

The same old Drew, still taking care of me.

The same old prince, protecting this ever so troublesome princess.

He stood up and took the bowl that I didn't know was already empty.

"Grandpa told you right?" I stated, making him pause as he made his way to the door. "That since, uhm, that since, erm, I'm your wife now, uhm." I was stuttering so bad that I wasn't able to finish my sentence. Words weren't able to get out right of my trembling mouth.

"What?" He asked not looking back. "Whether you're my wife or not doesn't matter, because I would normally take care of you." He finished as he started to open the door.

All I did was look up despite the headache and stare at his back, reminiscing the same old image of him when we were younger. Those times when he would show me his back and protect me from my bullies.

"Tomorrow's the start of your second semester right?"

"Yeah." I answered sheepishly.

"Then you better rest now, you can't afford to miss an important day like that." He finished as he closed in the door. "And don't forget to drink your medicine. I placed it beside the glass of water on your table."

With that I immediately pulled over me the covers of my blanket. I placed my left hand on my chest, checking my heart if it had calm down somehow, but it was beating erratically even more.

When I tried to remove my hand from my chest I realized that I was shaking quite terribly, and not just that, I also noticed that my face was warm, even more warmer than it already was, especially the area where his hand had touched, and despite the cold winter season, I was sweating.

Holy.

And most of all, that stunt he just pulled, is he crazy?!

I bet he was able to hear my heart beat race so fast, or even feel the heat I was radiating.

My mind again started to wander. These feelings I was having right now, they happen every time I'm with him. This wasn't here before when we were still young. What could it be?

Ah...

I see, I think I get it now, that thing he brought with him when he returned.

I let my hand out of my cover and reached aimlessly for an extra pillow, and as soon as I was able to get hold of one I immediately pulled it in and covered my face. As if the blankets itself weren't enough to conceal my embarrassment from the previous stunt he did and the realization I just had.

Yeah he would take care of me normally, I guess, ever since when we were young he had obliged himself to do so and now he has trapped himself at that petty childhood promise he made to me when we were still young.

"Stupid prince!" I groaned. "He doesn't need to feel obliged in taking care of me. May it be because of a petty childish promise or because I'm his troublesome wife." I gripped tightly the pillow on my face.

I want him to know that I can take care of myself.

Or rather I don't want him to feel obligated to take care of me.

Right, I don't want that. I want him to take care of me because I'm someone unique to him, someone special to him.

I took a quick glance at the medicine tablet on the table. "He fully knows anyway that I don't like taking medicines."

With that I closed my eyes as I again reached aimlessly for the light switch of my lamp on my left, and as soon as the lights went off, the darkness of the room invited me to drift into a very deep slumber.

...

I woke up feeling a little bit thirsty. I blinked twice before I finally sat up and turned on the light switch of my lamp. I squinted my eyes when the sudden radiance gave my vision a slight disdain. And as I was about to get off of bed I noticed a new pair of medicine tablet, a new box of tissues and a glass of water on the bedside table.

I rubbed my eyes if it was just mere haziness of my vision from sleep, but it wasn't, there were now actually two medicine tablet on the table.

"Drew?" I drowsily muttered, slowly getting off of bed. "You in here?"

Finding out that maybe he just left those things there earlier, I decided to get the glass of water and drank. It was still very dark outside my windows and when I glanced at the wall clock beside it read 2:10AM.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

I sleepily got off of bed and decided to leave the room.

I heard faint noises just at the other side of my door. Could it be that he's still awake?

I slowly and quietly opened the door only to find out that the TV was left open. And when I looked for Drew I found him sleeping on the couch with his watch beside his head, by the looks of it he seemed pretty tired himself.

He was slightly drooling on the sofa.

I knew it was a perfect moment to snap a picture for future blackmailing purposes, but I didn't. I'm a mature and responsible teenager. And like every mature and very responsible teenager, I looked for the remote which was on the floor and switched off the TV.

I can't help but smile. He got a soother expression compared to when he's awake. Probably because he would be teasing me if he was awake, but he's a pretty sweet guy despite his arrogance, narcissism and perverseness.

After using the toilet, I went to his room which was just across mine. When I entered his room, it was messy. His clothes from the previous days were still not arranged and they were scattered in a frenzy fiasco. But I didn't think of it long and only took out his blanket. And it was just a matter of second that I was already out of his room with his blanket.

I sneakily covered his sleeping figure with the blanket I just took out from his room. He moved a little bit in a more comforting position as soon as he felt the warmth of his blanket covering him. As I placed the blanket over him in a way that it wouldn't fall no matter how many times he'd moved, a small piece of paper fell out from his right grip. I didn't notice that it was there the whole time.

I bent down and picked up the piece of paper.

Medicine for cold: One tablet every after four hours.

He must have called his Mom for this. The watch beside him is probably an alarm to keep his track on time for my medicine, even though he knows that I rarely take them.

And for a second time, my heart made a back flip. But unlike the previous days I was not trying to conceal it, maybe because of the fact that he's asleep.

And partly because I am beginning to understand what's happening.

This feeling he brought with him ever since he returned, which I wasn't able to acknowledge before when we were young.

I was just young and naïve back then.

I have always wanted anyone to protect and take care of me when I was young, and Drew was just the only one that would risk injuries just to take care of me. Ash was also there for me whenever I get into trouble, especially ever since Drew went away.

But now that I'm no longer a baby, though I admit that I am still the ever so troublesome Maybelle Maple and now Maybelle Hayden, I still need protection and to be in care of someone.

Andrew Hayden.

My stupid, perverted, arrogant, and conceited prince.

I don't want to be in care of anybody else except him.

I bent down and slowly slipped the paper back to his palm.

"This emotion you brought with you." I whispered and leaned in closer to his ear. "I think you just made me love you cabbage-brain." I added and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Sorry if I can't help but be troublesome. Please give me more than just a simple reason for you to take care of me."

I slowly stood up and shot a smile at him before returning to my own room.

I still couldn't really say that I'm 'happily' married, but I'm definitely happy right now.