It was late afternoon was asleep until I heard coughing from behind me I open my eyes and turned around to see my husband Alex coughing he looked pale and his nose was red
"Are you ok sweetheart" I asked running my hand through his soft brown hair
"Not really babeh I feel terrible" he said and snuggled his head in to my chest
"Do you want me to make some chicken soup"I asked I know he loved chicken soup especially my grandads recipe
"Oh please love that would be amazing" he smiled and rested his head back on the pillow
I went into our kitchen and got started on the soup I decided to put music on but not to loud only so I could hear it I putted on the Beatles I started humming along and swaying my hips while chopping the vegetables
Alex walked in he had a blanket wrapped around him and made his way over to me "oh my baby's unwell" I said and hugged him
"No no y/n I don't want you to get sick as well" he said
"It's ok I'm a tough cookie" causing him to giggle "well you might be tough cookie but I definitely look like a ghost cookie"he said I kissed his cheek and told him to lay on the settee
After I finished the soup I handed a bowl to Alex and had a bowl for myself I couldn't help but think how cute he looked all wrapped up in a blanket resting his legs on my lap
I took my phone out and took a picture and sent it to miles with a caption 'the baby's sick'
"Did you take a picture of me" Alex asked raising his eyebrows at me "you looked cute I couldn't help my self i only sent it to miles" which cause Alex to groan knowing miles would take the piss out of him "what did he say the arsehole" Alex asked
"Don't call your best mate an arsehole he's more of a dick" I joked Alex chuckled
"Anyway he said 'tell the big baby I hope he feels better and not to get on my nerves with your whining and you look like shite'" I tried to copy his accent but failed miserably
"Well when I'm better I'm treating my gorgeous wife to dinner" he said and kissed my head after our soup we cuddled and watch blade runner since it's Alex favourite I laid in the settee with a sick Alex on my chest
"I love you fanks for takin care of meh mrs Turner er" he said and snuggled into me more
"I love you more and the pleasure is all mine taking care of you mr Turner" I kissed his head and we fell asleep like that
I don't know what I did to deserve this man and to be able to look after him when he's sick I love him so much more then he'll ever know
