"Babe, you're obviously sick as fuck. Go sit down already."

Dallas groaned, rolling his eyes with irritation as you insisted on working. He stood behind your form as you began to prepare some lunch, gripping your hips firmly. He slowly pried your body away from the cutting board, slipping his arms around you in a hug from behind.

He didn't care if he got sick or not, as his mind only focused on getting you nice and cozy in bed.

"I can handle lunch, you go and rest."