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8. Flu

Flu

Summary: Both Tom and Harrison have the flu and since you're the only one who doesn't have you're stuck being their babysitter.

Warning: fluff, jealous Tom

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You dish up some soup for the two sick boys, Harrison being on the couch and Tom being on the bed. You walk to the couch to give Harrison his bowl with a small smile and walk towards your shared bedroom. You make sure to knock before entering due to him being asleep the last time you checked on him.

You hear a soft 'come in'. You turn the doorknob and enter the dark, stuffy room with the warm bowl of soup in your hands. You see Tom sitting upright with a few too many pillows propping him up. You give him a small smile before entering the room. He looks over towards you with his red, puffy eyes. He gives you a smile that his energy can muster, so not a big one.

"How you feeling, babe?" You ask softly, not wanting to make his headache worse. His arms stretch out towards you, wanting you to come closer. You walk towards him and sit next to his weak body, His hand resting on your thigh.

"I'm feeling a bit better." He breathes out, his voice nasally from his blocked nose.

"I'm happy to hear that, I brought you some soup." You say, raising the bowl eye level so he doesn't have to move his head too much. He smiles at the kind gesture.

"Thank you, darling." He says, his voice raspy. Tingles flutter through your body and his voice. Now is not the time. You shake your head of the dirty thoughts and train your focus on making Tom feel better.

Even though Tom insisted multiple times that he can feed himself, you saw how weak he was, and you didn't want him to mess on himself, so you fed him. Him being difficult here and there. After he finished his soup his eyes started to droop. You slowly get up from your spot and pull the blanket up to his shoulders, making sure that he's comfortable before leaving. You're about to leave when Tom's voice stops you.

"Please stay and cuddle me." He says in his weak tone, sleep taking over by the second. You smile at him and nod. You walk towards your side of the bed to snuggle up against Tom's chest but you her a soft call of your name from Harrison from the lounge.

"I'll tend to Harrison and I'll come and cuddle with you." You say, he nods softly. You peck his forehead before leaving the room. You walk to Harrison to see what it is he needs.

"You called." You announce softly. Harrison looks up to you with his red, watery eyes and your heart breaks. They were so sick and weak, it pains you. Being sick is the worst.

"Yes, please can you get me another blanket and pour me a glass of water." He asks, his voice scratchy from all the coughing. You nod and give him a small smile. You look at the coffee table to see that he's finished eating so you take his bowl and take it to the kitchen. You pour him a glass of water and walk to the coffee table to place it down. You walk to the hallway to the linen cupboard and pull out a big fluffy blanket. You come back to the couch and drape the blanket over him, making sure the blanket is covering everything before leaving for Tom.

You walk to the bedroom and see that Tom has changed his position, he is now lying on his back rather than sitting upright. You smile at him, his appearance looking so innocent and pure. His brown curls a nest on his head, his cheeks rosy and his lips chapped. He looked so adorable.

You walk to your side of the bed and got under the covers, you decided to leave the door open to get some air in the place. You snuggle up against Tom, his chest warmer than usual but still hard and firm. His arm drapes around your waist and pulls you closer to him. He places a soft kiss on your forehead. Your eyes flutter at the soft feeling.

"I love cuddling you." He says before resting his cheek against your head. You wrap your arms around his torso and give it a squeeze.

"Can I have a cuddle too?" You suddenly hear Harrison from the other room yell. You can hear the smirk in his voice, knowing that he said it just to see Tom's reaction. You giggle at his request.

"Don't you even think about it Osterfield, she's mine," Tom shouts back, pulling you even closer to him to prove his point but Harrison isn't even in the room.

"Jealous much, babe?" You ask with a teasing tone. He narrows his eyes at you and you giggle at his obvious jealousy.

"I know I'm yours, just like you are mine." You say gently, looking up at him. Your eyes locking with his brown, sparkly ones. He smiles at your statement and places a kiss on your cheek. You really wanted him to kiss you, but you didn't want to get sick.

You place your head down on his chest again, his steady heartrate lulling you to sleep. Your eyes flutter shut but the last thing you hear is Tom's soft voice in your ear.

"Thank you for taking care of us, I love you."

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From peteparkerspooderman on Tumblr.