Wes Tucker One Shots

Your Sick

A/N This is in light of the fact that I've been sick since Christmas and feel like death right now. Also I'm writing this on my phone so sorry for any errors.

You had been feeling a little under the weather for a few days, but it was just a small thing. A little runny nose, a cough here and there, but you thought nothing of it, and anyways, you didn't want to worry anyone, so you kept it to yourself.

But today when you woke up, your head was pounding and your throat was on fire, and every large movement made your stomach turn. Wes was still asleep beside you, he didn't have work until noon, but you needed to get ready for work right now.

You get up quietly, making sure to not wake up Wes, but your head is throbbing, and the room is spinning. "Gah!" You say, squinting and putting your hand on your head.

"Y/N?" It was Wesley.

"Oh, uh, morning babe." You say, turning away so he can't see the pain on your face.

He sits up on his elbows, "You feeling okay?"

You slip on your work shirt, still trying to pretend everything is fine. "I'm okay, go back to bed."

"No you're not, come here."

"Really! I'm fine, I need to get ready!" You say, but you still walk over to him.

He puts his hand on your forehead. "No you don't. You're burning up, get back into bed."

"I need to go to work babe! I already missed a day this month, we need the money." You plead.

He pushes you onto the bed, "You need rest! We can get money once you're okay. We aren't in any financial crisis. Just go yo sleep babe."

You head hurts to much to fight anymore so you get under the Covers, and wes starts cuddling you. "Don't, you're gonna get sick."

"I don't care, I love you too much to not cuddle." He plants a kiss on your forehead. "Now go to sleep."