"Kennedi!" You hear Hunter call from the living room. "I'm up here!" You say as loud as you can.
You're laying down in the bedroom and your stomach is killing you. You've been having cramps all day, and Hunter was at the studio, recording new music but thankfully he's home now.
He walks into the bedroom and lays down next to you, running his hands through your hair. "Are you okay?"
"No, not really. My stomach is killing me Hunter..." you reply. "Okay, well I got you all the things you need. Pamprin, hot tea, a heating pad, and um...some other things too!" He says. "You're the best Hunter," you say with a smile. "No, you're the best and I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to make you some soup and hot tea and I'm going to do everything I can to make you feel better," he says, rubbing your belly.
"Does that include letting me wear your sweaters?" You ask. "How are my sweaters supposed to make you feel better?" He asks with a laugh. "They smell like you and they make me happy..." you reply.
"Okay, well I'll let you wear my sweater later, but right now we need to take care of those stomach cramps," he says, picking you up bridal style and carrying you downstairs. He sits you down on the couch and plugs up your heating pad, placing it under you so you can lay down on your stomach. "How's that?"
"It's good. I'm just a little cold," you reply. "Okay, hold on..." he says, running back upstairs. A few seconds later he comes back downstairs with a blanket in his hands and drapes it over you. "Is that better?"
You smile and nod. "Okay wait! One more thing!" He says, turning on the TV and searching for something to watch. "Wanna watch spongebob?"
"Sure Hayes," you say with a laugh. "Okay, you're all set!" He says, kissing your cheek. "I'm going to make you some homemade soup now!"
He jumps up and goes into the kitchen and starts digging through this Walmart bag and pulls out what looks like a can of soup.
"Hunter, what is that?" You ask. "Uh...nothing..." he replies, laughing and putting on the kiss the cook apron you bought for him. "Why don't you just relax and close your eyes or something?"
You laugh at his comment and close your eyes. For the next few minutes, you hear the sound of cabinets opening and closing and the microwave going.
"Your soup is ready!" You hear Hunter say from the kitchen. You open your eyes and try your best to sit up as Hunter walks into the living room with your bowl of soup and hands it to you.
You look down at the bowl of soup and laugh. "Hunter, I thought you said you were making HOMEMADE soup..."
"It is homemade. I put seasoning in there and everything," he says with a laugh. "Hunter, that's black pepper. I always ask for that. This is Campbell's chicken noodle soup!" You say. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Woman, don't kill my moment. While you were sleeping, I was killing it in the kitchen!"
He starts going on this fake rant about how he was slaving over the stove--well, the microwave while you were chillin out on the couch. It's pretty hilarious. You start to eat your soup as he finishes up his fake rant.
"Are you done?" You ask. "Yeah! I was just getting you back for all those times that you spent an hour telling me about how you slave in the kitchen while I work in the studio," he says, kissing your nose.
"You are such a goofball!" You say with a laugh. "I'm a very lovable goofball..." he says, sitting down beside you. "You really are," you say, kissing his cheek and making him smile.
After you finish your soup, you take a shower and put on one of Hunter's sweaters and a pair of pajama shorts. You head back downstairs and get comfy on the couch, while Hunter sits your hot tea and a lit candle on the coffee table. "Is somebody starting to get sleepy?" He asks.
"Maybe..." you reply with a smile. He turns off the TV and the lights in the living room and sits down next to you on the couch, taking his shirt off. "Is there any room for me?"
"Of course there is," you say with a laugh. You scoot over and he lays down next to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. "How's that?"
"Perfect," you reply. "So...it seems like you're feeling better," he says, running his hands through your hair. "I am feeling much better. Thank you for taking care of me babe," you say with a smile.
"You're welcome. And oh yeah! I have a quick question for you..." he says with a smirk. "Oh no. What is it?" You ask. "Well, you know...I was just wondering if I won the best husband award because I totally killed it today. I mean, not just with the homemade soup, I mean just in general," he says with a laugh.
You give him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips. "You are such a hot mess, you know that?"
"I'm your hot mess!" He yells, making you laugh. "Yes you are, and I absolutely love you," you say with a smile.
"I love you even more," he says before he kisses you again.
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