Joey stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself and walking into their bedroom only to find Lauren curled up in bed, when not five minutes earlier he'd left her to get dressed ready for the Christmas Eve get together they had planned with their friends.
"Are you feeling okay Lo?" he asked, concerned she was getting sick again. He walked over and crouched down at her side.
"I'm fine."
Joey waited, but she didn't say anything else.
"So why are you back in bed?"
She groaned. "Because it's cold outside JoJo! Do we have to go?"
Joey tilted his head to the side. "We said we were going weeks ago honey."
She reached out for his hand, hoping that would tempt him to stay with her. "Can't we just cuddle in bed all day?"
She could practically see his resolve weakening. "You were sick last week," he mused.
"Exactly! I don't want to get sick again."
Joey shook his head disapprovingly, but he quickly towel dried his hair, sent a quick text to say they weren't going to make it, and then climbed into bed next to her. She smiled happily at him and he wrapped his arms around her, the two of them promptly falling asleep. They woke up just in time to order in food for dinner, and then went back to napping.
Lauren woke hours later with no idea what time it was, but feeling Joey tracing his fingertips over her skin. She blearily opened her eyes to check the time, and groaned.
"It's 4am Joey, go back to sleep." She rolled over to look at him, and he smiled apologetically at her.
"It's Christmas, Lo," he said.
She closed her eyes. "Nope." Joey snorted.
"The other day you wanted to open your presents early," he grumbled.
"I also want to sleep," she said, pressing her face into his chest.
"We slept all day," he whispered, but he ran a hand over her hair and settled down to let her sleep a while longer.
