Collins Brothers Imagines

Being sick sucks (Crawford)

"Uh Crawford, can you make me some soup?" You yell to your boyfriend downstairs that was in the kitchen getting you something to drink.

"I thought you wanted something to drink?"

You sigh and got up, making sure you had your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You hated being sick. The only upside to it was Crawford giving you so much attention that you didn't know what to do with it. He would constantly ask you if you were okay or would ask if you needed anything. You smile at the thought as you walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Crawford head instantly snapped up from the stove and over to you.

"Baby you should not be out of bed. You need to get your rest." He said softly while you went to sit at the kitchen table. You let out a few coughs before answering him.

"I know but I didn't feel like yelling back down to you the reason why I wanted soup instead of water."
He let out a small laugh before walking over to you and trying to kiss you. You moved your face back quickly, which made you almost fall out of your chair. He looked at you with a small frown on your face. You sent him a sad smile back before speaking.

"I don't want to get you sick Crawf."
He sighed before going back over to the stove and stirring your soup.

"You know when you're done being sick you own me a lot of kisses and maybe even more."
You let out a laugh which turned into a fit of coughing. Once you stopped coughing you looked over at him and he was putting your soup into a bowl. He walked over and place the bowl in front of you with a spoon already inside. You smiled at him as he went and sat across from you.
As you were eating your soup you felt him staring at you so your natural response is to look up at him and smile.

"What?" You ask as your voice cracked and you turned a light shade of pink. He let out a small chuckle before shaking his head and continuing to look at you.

"Nothing it's just I didn't think it would be possible for you to still look beautiful even when you're sick."

You smiled at him and turned down to look at your soup while a blush creeped onto your cheeks. You looked back up at him to find him still staring at you. You smiled back as you finished up your soup and got up to place it in the sink. You heard Crawford's chair scrape on the floor as he got up and stood right behind you. You turned around to face him as he placed his hands on either side of you, onto the sink. You watched as he took in your sick face. How you nose was a light shade of pink and how your face was quite paler than usual.

"Let me kiss you." He whined.

"No Crawford. You're going to get sick and then I will feel bad."

"I don't care if I get sick. I really miss your lips and if anything I would get sick anyway because I've been around you this whole time." He replied with a pout. You sighed as he was right you let him lean in without moving and let him kiss you. You let out a sigh of relief as he pressed his lips against yours moving them slowly. He removed his hands from off the sink and onto your waist, lifting you onto the edge of the sink. He deepen the kiss as he dug his fingers into your waist making you laugh and pull away from his lips.

"Well now since you don't care if you get sick, come and cuddle with me upstairs."

He smiled as you hopped off the counter and trotted out of the kitchen.

"Whatever you want baby." He said to no one in particular.

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I liked this one. I find it cute.