Y/n's POV
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I was surrounded with over a million sticky tissues and empty water bottles. A humidifier to my left and and a few bottles of pills. Allergies were killing me alive. I was congested and no matter what I did, my sinuses only seemed to be getting worse. Splitting headaches, dry throat..
Just then, my boyfriend, Shawn, walked in from work.
"Hey, love. How are you feeling?" He asked me.
"Terrible, I feel worse than this morning." I said back in a voice too stopped up to understand.
He came over to the bed to give me a light kiss but I tilted my head back, leaning away from him.
"No, I don't want you to get sick too." I said lightly shoving him away.
"I don't care, my baby doesn't feel good." He said, lightly hugging me.
I show a warm smile while I play with his loose, curly hair.
"Would you like me to make you some soup, hun?" He asked.
I nodded my head and smiled.
I felt like shit, absolute shit.. but Shawn had always made me feel like I was on top of the world. No matter how awful I felt, no matter how low to the ground I was one second.. he always brought me back up again. I felt so lucky and blessed to have him in my life.
I wouldn't change it for anything.
Minutes passed and he came back with a bowel of hot soup cupped in his warm palms.
He sat it on the night stand and fluffed my pillow.
"Can I get you anything else, baby?" He asked me.
"Yes."
"Anything, love. Your wish is my command." He said while stroking my messy hair.
I patted the empty section of the bed next to me.
"You. All I need is you." I said while smiling at his soft, vulnerable face.
He walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in. His arms wrapped around my body like I was a pillow.
There, he left soft, angel like kisses behind my ear while I blew on the hot soup to cool it down a bit.
"Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky." I whispered to him. "Sometimes I wonder the same thing, Y/n." He whispered back to me.
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I finished up my soup and I fell asleep there.
There in his arms as he fell asleep in mine.
The next morning was filled of sneezing, coughing, and groaning in misery.. but at least I wasn't alone in the sickness that time.
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