"I'm sick." She moaned, sniffling through her nose.
"Aww," I said, running my fingers through her hair.
"My head hurts." She said, sticking out her bottom lip into a pouting face.
"You're so cute when you sick," I said with a laugh.
"I'm not cute, I'm sick." She pouted. "No fair that you're fine." With that, she fake coughed on me.
"Hey, I can't get sick. I have work."
"I do too. And I like work."
"It's okay, you'll get better," I said, kissing her on the forehead.
She just pouted some more.
"You did call in sick for work?" I asked.
"Ya. I can't even move."
"Poor baby," I said, teasing her a bit.
She just grumbled, swatting her hand at me.
"Hope you feel better," I said, walking out of the room
"No, don't leave me." She said, pouting some more.
"Sorry, I have a presentation at work today. I love you, get some rest. And make sure you eat something."
She moaned as she pulled the blankets over her head.
"Bye," I said, but she still didn't respond.
Work was slow. After my presentation, I asked if I could go home early. To my surprise, my boss said yes.
I came home, and the house was quiet. I found her sleeping in the bed. All of the sheets had been thrown off of her. I leaned over and kissed her on the head. She was burning up. I turned on the fan, hoping that might cool her down some.
I put the kettle on to make some tea.
"You're back early."
I turned my head to see her standing there, a blanket wrapped around her. She looked very sleepy and very sick.
"I'm sorry if I woke you."
"The kettle woke me."
"Well, I made you tea."
"Thanks." She said, wandering off to the living room.
I took the two cups of tea and followed her into the living room. I sat down beside her, putting the mugs down on the table.
She curled up beside me, her head resting on my chest.
"I love you." She said sleepily.
"I love you too," I said, kissing her on the top of her head. "Just don't get me sick."
