Sick | Brallon

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"Daaaaaalllllooooooonnnnnnnn" Brendon groaned, shifting uncomfortably on my lap.

"What's wrong, Bren?" I looked down at the distressed boy who was curled up on my lap.

"I don't feel good..." He sniffled, burying his face in my neck. His head felt hot in the crook of my neck.

"Stay here, hold on." I placed him onto the couch beside me and got up to walk towards our shared bedroom. I grabbed all of the blankets I could find, along with a few pillows. I hauled the items out into the living room, watching as the boy stared up at me with a sad smile.

"Here. Make yourself comfortable, I'll go make you some soup." I smiled sympethetically at the small boy and left for the kitchen.

I walked back around five minutes later with a bowl of chicken noodle soup in my hands. I carefully set the bowl on the coffee table beside the couch and sat down next to the sick boy.

"C'mere, Breb..." I pulled him from his cocoon of blankets and pillows onto my lap. He readjusted himself and carefully took the bowl off of the table and sat it on his lap.

"Thank you, Dally." He giggled, pecking my nose.

"You're welcome, Breb. I love you." I said, holding him tighter.

"I love you, too." He said, eating his soup.

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A/N: BRALLON FLUFF BECAUSE CUUUUUTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEE
- Jordan

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