Charles' POV
I sat up quickly. My heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour and a few years rolled down my cheek. Eric sat up, "what happened love?" He asked urgently.
"Oh it's nothing, go back to sleep Eric." I mumbled.
God he would think that I'm such a baby if I told him.
"Charles, you are crying, it's obviously not nothing. You can tell me anything." He murmured, wiping my tears with his thumb.
"I had a nightmare."
Eric lent over and carefully picked me up before placing me back down right next to him. I rolled over so that I was facing Eric then wrapped my arms around him and cried. I wish I could move my legs so I could get into a better position.
"Shhhh love, it's ok" he whispered soothingly.
I suddenly found myself feeling more comfortable but I didn't know what had happened. After a moment, I realised Eric had moved my leg so that I could hug him better.
After my tears had subsided, Eric asked "did you want to talk about your nightmare, it might make you feel better?"
"I dreamt that I would never be able to walk again and because of that I lost you." I mumbled.
Eric's arms squeezed me tightly - but comfortingly. As I rested my head in the crook of his neck he murmured "don't worry love, you WILL be able to walk again, you are too stubborn not to make yourself do it. And you would NEVER lose because of you being in a wheelchair."
I sniffed slightly, "thank you Eri."
Eric kissed my cheek then murmured "it's not a problem Charlie."
I smiled slightly then fell asleep, wrapped in Eric's warm embrace.
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[11:08am] 23/12/22
Charles: morning darling
Eric: good morning my love, are you feeling better?
Charles: yes thanks
Eric: that's good
Eric: do you want me to get you into your wheelchair?
Charles: yes please <3
Eric: I'll be right there
Charles: thank you
Eric: you're welcome x
[12:57pm]
Eric: I'm going to get food for Christmas dinner, is there anything specific you want
Charles: could you get a chicken instead of a turkey? And could you also get lamb and some gammon?
Eric: of course
Charles: and do you think you could get me some ingredients
Eric: yes, what do you need
Charles: brown sugar, flour, syrup and unsalted butter
Eric: what are you going to make?
Charles: gingerbread men
Eric: yummy, I can't wait to try them
Charles: can you help me make them, this stupid wheelchair causes some problems
Eric: of course I'll help you
Charles: yay
Eric: are your siblings coming over on boxing Day?
Charles: I think Eleanor might come over and the girls
Eric: what do you want me to cook?
Charles: cold meat and mash with salad will be lovely
Eric: that makes my job a lot easier
Charles: Thank you so much for doing this Eric
Eric: it's my pleasure Charles, besides I like to cook
Charles: still thank you
Eric: I'm leaving now, do you need me to do anything before I go?
Charles: give me a kiss
Eric: happily
Charles: <3
[3:24pm]
Eric: I'm back
Charles: Eric!
[3:26pm]
Eric: what are you doing Charles?
Charles: oh erm nothing much
Eric: you've gone bright red
Charles: well I saw you walk through the door
Charles: you look so handsome
Eric: Charles you may be excellent at flirting however you aren't great at lying
Charles: why do you think I'm lying, you look extremely Handsome
Eric: why thank you
Eric: I meant, you are lying about why you are red
Charles: I'm afraid I can't tell you
Eric: why's that?
Charles: it's a surprise
Eric: alright I won't ask anymore
Charles: thank you
Charles: now come here
Eric: why?
Charles: because I want to kiss the most handsome man in the world
Eric: I'm afraid you can't kiss yourself
Charles: no I can't, but I can kiss you
Eric: well then it looks as though I get to kiss the most handsome man in the world
Charles: I love you
Eric: I love you too
Charles: <3
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The Unknown Number
RomanceWhen Charles accidentally sent a message to a wrong number, a friendship is formed. Little did he know, that friendship would turn into being something much more.
