So, I've been learning Dutch (because I'm going to visit Scribbler this summer). Which is possibly entirely unnecessary, but my brain likes a challenge. Apparently my muses also like a challenge. Although I'm only in week 3 of my course, they decided I really needed to practise my Dutch by writing fanfic in Dutch....

I had to take some sneak peaks ahead to weeks 4 and 5 for some things and also needed something from week 8, although I didn't realize that until I got the fic betaed. But I proudly give you (with huge thanks to Scribbler for her patience in answering questions about her language, suggesting the title and betaing the Dutch version for me and thereby vastly improving it):

Iemand in de watten leggen/A Little TLC

In het Nederlands: Iemand in de watten leggen

Het dienblad is zwaar maar Jake stopt in de deur van de slaapkamer. Hij kijkt een ogenblik naar Heather. Hij is bezorgd om haar. Ze is ziek. Ze heeft hoofdpijn en koorts.

Ze draait zich om en ziet hem. “Jake?”

“Hé. Ik heb je iets te eten gemaakt.”

Ze fronst. “Ik denk niet….”

“Het is kippensoep en chocoladegebak,” probeert hij haar te verleiden.

“Nou!” Ze gaat rechtop zitten. “Dat is niet zo slecht.”

Jake zet het dienblad op haar knieën. Ze pakt de lepel en proeft van de soep. “Mmm. Je bent erg vriendelijk.”

Hij gaat naast haar op het bed zitten en streelt haar haar. “Je bent mooi.”

Ze geeft hem een ongelovige blik. “Zelfs als ik ziek ben?” Hij knikt. Ze lacht. “Je bent een leugenaar, maar ik hou van je.”

Hij kust haar haar. “Ik ook van jou.”

In English: A little TLC

The tray is heavy but Jake stops in the door of the bedroom. He watches Heather for a moment. She is sick. She has a headache and a temperature.

She turns and sees him. “Jake?”

“Hey. I made you something to eat.”

She frowns. “I don’t think…”

“It’s chicken soup and chocolate cake,” he tempts.

“Oh well.” She sits up. “That’s not so bad.”

Jake puts the tray on her knees. She picks up the spoon and tastes the soup. “Mmm. You’re very kind.”

He sits on the bed next to her and strokes her hair. “You’re beautiful.”

She gives him a doubtful look. “Even when sick?” He nods. She laughs. “You’re a liar, but I love you.”

He kisses her hair. “I love you too.”

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