Harry blushed lightly in embarrassment as she brought up the question and he sat up, allowing the sheets to fall into his lap. "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't," he replied sheepishly. Quickly, he climbed out of bed after and followed after Ashly. Before she could make it into the bathroom, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her back into his body. "Trying to sneak off already, love?" he whispered playfully in her ear.
"Then don't think of bloody horrible things. If you think something bad is going to happen to me, you're wrong. My body may seem fragile, but I'm stronger than I appear both mentally and physically so don't think of bad things," Lewis sighed with a small shake of his head.
"Lewis Lee, don't get yourself worked up mister," his mother scolded as she walked into the living room with a bowl of soup in her hands. "Now, you should probably have this soup. The doctor told me that you have have solid foods for at least a few days."
Lewis sighed and pushed himself up into a sitting position before taking the bowl of soup from his mother. "Thanks mum. I promise I won't get worked up," he huffed before feeling her lips against the top of his head. Grumbling softly under his breath, he scooped the soup up on the spoon he had and slurped at it. After a few spoonfuls, he looked down at Jazzy, though he said nothing. He was just trying to figure out if she was truly having mood swings or not.
