You'd gone to bed with a stuffy nose. You'd woken up with a sore throat, a fuzzy head and a wicked case of the chills.
Rolling yourself over, you wrapped yourself even tighter in the sheets, and reached for the box of tissues on the table next to your bed. You winced as you felt your body protest at the movement.
As you grabbed the box, you noticed a note under it. Pulling it closer, you smiled a little.
Beautiful,
I'm running to a meeting, but I'll be back as soon as I can.
Love you,
Logan
Burrowing your head into the pillow, you squeezed your eyes shut and prayed for sleep to take you.
It must have worked, because the next thing you know, you're waking up to the sound of the bedroom door opening. Cracking an eye open, you see him carrying in a tray.
You try to prop yourself up, but all you manage to do is roll over. Logan sits on the edge of the bed next to you, smoothing your hair away from your face. His hand is cold, and it feels incredible on your warm skin.
"Hey Sleepyhead." He smiles down at you, but you can't find the energy to smile back. Mumbling a hello, you sigh as he brings his hand down to rest on your cheek. "How are you feeling? Worse than last night?"
You nod, and he turns to the tray he'd carried in.
"I've got soup from the deli you like, and a pot of tea. I think you should have a little something before you sleep anymore."
You protest, but he pours a cup of tea, and pulls you closer to him, propping you up against his leg, urging you to drink.
"Just a little, and then I promise, you can rest."
You hold the tea, and watch as Logan walks towards the TV. A few seconds later, the credits of your favorite movie start playing, and Logan joins you again on the bed.
"Do you need anything else?"
"Do we have any more blankets?" You wince at the pathetic sound of your voice. "I'm just really, really cold."
"How about I warm you up?" Logan wiggles his eyebrows at you, trying to be smooth, but you shake your head.
"You have too much to do, Logan. I don't want you to get sick, too."
Logan looks down at you and pouts.
"Are you turning down a Henderson cuddle? Is that what's happening right now?"
You try to push him away, but you don't try too hard, because nothing makes you feel better than being in his arms.
Laying down next to you, Logan presses a kiss to your forehead, and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.
The volume of the movie isn't loud, but you've seen it enough times to know exactly what's going on.
As Logan ran his fingers up and down your back, you could feel yourself slipping into an incredibly relaxed state, almost to the point that you forgot how terrible you were feeling.
Closing your eyes, you listened as Logan recounted his meeting, and things that had happened to him while you were sleeping. The last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep was the sound of his voice, telling you how much he loved you, and that he hoped you felt better when you woke up.
You slept like a rock for the rest of the day, only waking up once when Logan gently shook you, wanting you to eat the soup he'd heated up.
The second time you drifted off, you thought to yourself how lucky you were to have a guy like Logan.
When you woke up in the morning to the sound of coughing, you managed to hold in your 'I told you so's' until after you'd gotten him some juice and an extra blanket.
