Scott woke up sweating and feeling nauseous. His stomach rolled and he bolted from his bed, praying that he didn't wake up his boy who was sleeping peacefully next to him, and dropped in front it the toilet in time to throw up. He heard footsteps and a concerned voice asking "What's wrong, baby?" Scott croaked out "Nothing, honey. Go back to bed. I'm sorry I woke you up." Mitch padded closer and placed his hand on Scott's forehead, unsurprised to feel it burning up.
"You have a fever babe. Go lie down." Mitch ordered. Scott frowned. "But we have work. I can't be sick, and we have to go in" he argued, but Mitch wasn't having it. "Scott Richard Hoying, your health is more important than work. You will listen to me, you will lie down and you will focus on getting better and let me take care of you." Mitch scolded him firmly. Scott pouted and trudged back to his bed, Mitch following behind to tuck him in.
Mitch tucked Scott in, then searched for his phone. He found it and called Esther and explained that he and Scott wouldn't be in due to Scott being sick. He hung up and turned towards Scott and firmly said "I'm going to make you some soup. You better not move from this bed mister." Scott opened his mouth to argue but closed it when Mitch shot a hard stare at him. When Mitch was certain that Scott wouldn't moved he turned and went to make his sick boy some soup.
He rummaged through the drawers and cabinets, hoping that they had some soup. He finally found some chicken noodle soup in the fridge, and went about making it. After he made it he tried a sip, surprised that it tasted pretty good, considering the fact that he lacks culinary skills. Mitch took the bowl of soup to the half asleep Scott. "I have some soup, Baby." He said, gently shaking the blond awake.
Scott rolled over. "Don't want soup. Tummy feels like it's going to throw up. No soup." He groaned. Mitch shook his head. "You need to eat something, otherwise you won't get better." Mitch inaudibly groaned when Scott shook his head. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "How about you only eat half the bowl now, and we'll save the rest for later?" He compromised. Scott agreed to that, and reluctantly started eating. When he finished he handed the bowl to Mitch who got up and walked away to put the leftovers away.
Scott called his name just as he was about to leave and he turned around. "Scotty, need anything else?" He asked. Scott shook his head. "Just wanted to say thank you so much for taking care of me, even though I've been kind of difficult today. Love you." Mitch walked over and kissed Scott's head. "I'll always take care of my baby. No matter how difficult he's being. Now go to sleep and relax." He said, planting a last kiss on Scott's head before heading out and letting Scott get some well deserved rest.
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