"i'm going to work!" you say, arguing with your boyfriend. you're given a light shove and fall back into bed. you hadn't been feeling good all night, catching a temperature just after midnight.
you hated staying at home when you were sick though, it was so much more boring. you wanted to go into work regardless of how you felt.
you coughed as you tried to get up again, but your body falling back against the pillow due to your lack of strength.
"no, you're not. you're sick, y/n! come on, just take the day off." he says, crawling into the bed beside you. you try to stand up again but he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back into bed, into his lap.
you groaned, accepting your fate and laying your head back against his chest. "i'll make you some breakfast, pick out something to watch, alright? just please don't pick one of those weird dating shows." he said, a light laugh leaving his lips
he'd come home to the stone house to pick you up and walked in on you and olive watching the bachelor in the living room. as he walked out, he said and you quote, "i'm not doing this tonight." with his hands raised.
you scrolled through netflix, looking at your different options. you settled for a tv series that looked interesting, already knowing you'd be stuck in bed all day. you could smell the bacon frying from the kitchen, the smell making it's way into your bedroom.
a few minutes later, eagan walked back in with a plate of bacon and eggs, and a cup of coffee for you. thankfully, he'd picked up on some cooking tips, even a few from zeke. the food smelt incredible.
"thank you." you whisper as he presses a kiss to your lips. he crawled back in bed next to you, flicking on the tv show you picked out. the rest of the day flew by, watching tv together and ordering chinese take-out for dinner.
"maybe i should get sick more often." you joke at the end of the night, laying next to him as he had an arm around you.
he laughed before pulling you closer, falling asleep next to you. you pressed a few soft kisses to his jaw and one soft one to his lips before falling asleep yourself, feeling 10x better than you had this morning.
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