Here is another request. It sucks and it's short. Sorry.
"y/n!" You heard your husband, Ben, yell.
Groaning you pulled the covers over your face, your head pounding. "I'm in the bedroom." You replied, trying your best to yell.
You didn't hear a reply, but you a second later Ben came through the door.
"y/n, what's wrong?" He asked sitting on the bed side next to you.
"I'm dying." You huffed.
"Sweety, do you need to go to the doctors?" He asked softly.
"No!" You yell. "I'm not actually dying. It's just the flu." You quickly say. You hated the doctor and the only way you would be going is it you were really dying or pregnant, and you were neither.
"Fine." He chuckled to himself. He kissed your forehead and left the room. A little while later he came back up with a tray in his hand. There was tea with chicken noodle soup.
He placed the tray in front of you. "Thank you Ben." You said, coughing.
"Your welcome babe. It's the least I can do for my wife who nurses me when I'm injured or sick." He said.
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