Imagine That (Woody McClain Chronicles)

Caretaker

Quick Note: Sooo hello hi! Thank you for the love! I'm so happy ya'll ejhoy these imagines! I haven't updated because I've been sick as a junkyard dog smh but I'm feeling well enough to write a sappy, fluffy imagine....and Y/n is sick biiiiih. I hope you enjoy this one. Trust me I've got some great ones coming soon! And here we go! Sorry for any typos.

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Queen 👑❤️

Don't forget oranges, babe.😘

Woody read the text then put his phone back in his pocket. He had been scurrying around the grocery store trying to find exactly what his wife needed. She had been sick for the past 5 days and whatever she had wasn't letting up any time soon. She had a pretty crappy immune system so she was sick often but it never got easier for him, seeing her so helpless and...achy. He was always on edge when she got sick. The things he had gone through with her health was enough to drive a weak man crazy...but not Woody. He had put all his work on hold to take care of her. He didn't have any major projects in progress and his queen was sick. Quite frankly, his fans loved the videos he posted picking with her or just being cute.

"Oranges...wait is these oranges or tangerines? Where the damn signs at, man?" Woody looked all around the stocked fruit to see what was what. Finally giving up, he filled a plastic bag with whatever was big, orange, and round, deciding that they all have the same nutrients.

He finally headed to the checkout with a basket full of soup, oranges, bananas, apples and, per Y/n's stern request, olives. After paying for the items, he sped home. He was only gone for 30 minutes but knowing his wife, that was just enough time for her to get bored and start cleaning or write a novel.

"Baby, I'm back!" He called out to her as he walked into their 2 bedroom condo.

"Right where ya left me." She replied faintly.

He walked to the guest bedroom, which is where she insisted on sleeping to keep him from getting sick.

There she was, in all her sick glory, sitting up in the bed with her laptop propped on her lap. She was typing away, periodically stopping to wipe her running nose.

"Awww how you doin, snuffy?" He cooed with a small smile.

Y/n looked at him over the rim of her glasses then chuckled.

"A little better."

Woody sighed. She was really sick if that little comment didn't send her into a level 2 roast session.

"What you doin on this? Why you not restin'?" He scolded, sitting next to her and pushing the laptop to the side.

"One can only rest so much before they become restless, baby. Besides, I'm not having migraines anymore so I thought I'd catch up on some work. Check my emails and whatnot." Y/n was a workaholic and if she didn't have Woody to tell her to sit her ass down somewhere, she'd work herself to death.

Woody felt her forehead with the back of his hand then pressed his lips to the same spot to double check; something his mother used to always do to him and his sister.

"Yeah yeah yeah, you can't never just sit still." He joked. "That fever still hangin' around baby, let's take some more medicine." He reached for the bottle of Tylenol on the night stand.

"Nooo, that makes me sleepy, I don't wanna go to sleep, I wanna stay up and do hoodrat things." Y/n groaned.

Woody laughed. "What? Woman, if you don't take this medicine." He handed her two pills and the half bottle of Coke sitting on the nightstand. Y/n pouted at him before popping the pills in her mouth. And sipping the Coke.