Emi arrived home, carrying a bag of groceries for her and her family. As she reached for the doorknob, her hand stood in place upon hearing a loud cough coming from inside. The redheaded woman opened the door, seeing her daughter run up to her looking a little scared. "What's wrong, Alas?" "It's Papa! He doesn't look good!" Emi followed Alas=Ramus into the living room, where she saw her husband watching over their year old son. The said man held a fist to his mouth, coughing into it.
"Sadao!", exclaimed Emi. Maou looked up to see his wife, giving her a smile that showed off his pale skin and baggy eyes. Those were enough to prove Emi right. "You're sick." "Aw come on. What oh so cruel act have I done now, hero?", joked Maou. "Not that kind of sick, idiot. Like sick as in you should be in bed right now." "I'm perfectly fine...", said Maou, before coughing again. His wife gave him a stern look. "Go. To. Bed." "But..." "No buts. You are not infecting me or our kids. So go walk to that bedroom, and get into bed." Maou sighed and stood up, walking towards the bedroom. He looked back at Alas, hoping to she would side with him, but she only put her hands on her hips and frowned at him.
The young man sighed and continued his trek to bed, opening the door with a cough. "Alas, watch over your brother. I'm going to take care of your dad." The little girl nodded and walked over to her baby brother. Emi walked over to the kitchen, taking out all the ingredients needed to make soup for her sickly husband. She could hear the said man coughing from their bedroom.
She had a look of empathy on her face, and turned on the kettle. She remembered back when she became sick, and how her father took care of her until she could recover. Then there was the time their roles were reversed, and Emi had to take care of her father. She was still just a kid, so she struggled, but she also managed.
Now was the time to put all those times of doctoring to good use for Emi's other loved one. She put the soup mix into a bowl, just in time for the kettle to finish boiling. She poured the boiling water in the bowl, watching the soup mix dissolve in it and changing its color.
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Maou lied in bed, feeling completely under the weather. He had completely accepted the fact that he was indeed sick. He could hear the sound of the door opening and a unmistakable figure walking in. "Hi Honey", he said weakly with a smile on his face. "Hi Sweetheart", Emi said back, sitting beside Maou with a bowl of soup in her hands. She scooped some up with the spoon, blew it a bit to cool it down, and hovered it in front of her lover's face. He opened his mouth and leaned his head forward, taking the food in his mouth.
Emi noticed the look on her husband's face. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Just wondering how you'll feel." "About?" "Knowing you were right about me being sick?" Emi smirked. "Of course I am. I'm always right." "Except about me being a pure evil demon." Emi's eyes widened, then she pouted.
"But yes, except for that, you're normally always right", said Maou. Emi chuckled, and so did Maou before he coughed again. His wife took another spoonful of soup and offered it to him, which he accepted again. "How does it feel?", asked Emi. "Being sick?", asked Maou. "Being treated like a king again", his wife corrected him. He chuckled. "I haven't ever been sick during my time as a demon lord, so this is pretty new to me."
"Oh? I get to see a new side to the great Sadao Maou?", joked Emi. Maou shrugged. "Guess you do." The couple shared a light laughter together. Maou looked at the love of his life, and leaned in to kiss her, until Emi pushed him back. "Don't even think about it." Maou groaned, until seeing his wife kiss her index finger and middle finger, then placed them on his lips. "That will have to do." Maou gave his lover a smile. "Now eat your soup. It's going to get cold."
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Emi was in bed, groaning with a sickly expression on her face. Her husband stood by her, completely healthy, unlike her at the moment. "Funny. I'm pretty sure you told me not to infect you. I don't recall doing anything to cause this." Emi glared at Maou, and let out a cough.
"How about I go make that world famous soup of yours, hm?", asked Maou. His wife gave him a soft smile, and watched as he kissed his fingers and placed them on her lips. "Be right back." Maou walked out the room, while Emi snuggled into bed.
