"Babe," she murmured and Spencer smiled with anxiousness. He brushed his finger to her cheek, "Babe."
"Again." Spencer demanded after smooching her lips. He leaned to her almost laying on the bed to embrace her.
"Babe." He kissed her forehead and smiled more reassuringly. "Babe, I'm parched." She mumbled softly. Spencer freed her and looked at the side table, he took the pitcher and poured her water.
"Do you need straw?" Yanarym chuckled at the question.
"I'm not a toddler, I can drink in the glass. And where would you get straw?" She said still laughing, Spencer smiled widened hearing her laughter and seeing her smile. Seriously, he could cry at this view- she's so lively. Unlike the past days where she was laying on the bed unresponsive, pale…
"Right here." He opened the drawer of the side table and it was full of her unnecessary necessities, "Drink slowly." Yanarym slowly shook her head looking at the things that Spencer always provides to baby her.
