Being a daycare teacher came with many risks, which mostly consisted of many viruses. Currently at your center, the flu was going around. Having worked there for a decent amount of time, you thought your immune system was a little stronger. But here you were, laying in bed with a fever of 103°. Robby had left for work around 6:30, much before you got up, so he didn’t know and you were hesitant to tell him simply because of who he was.

You hadn’t been able to get out of bed to get anything, so all you could do was wait for Robby to get home. You tried to sleep it off, hoping that it wasn’t the flu but deep down you knew.

Around 7:45, you finally hear the door open and his voice call out for you.

“{{user}}? Where are you, sweetheart?” You hear him say as he walks upstairs, opening the door to your bedroom and sighing when he sees you.

“What’s going on, babe? Don’t feel good?” He says softly, knowing you well enough to be able to tell, walking over and feeling your face, wincing a little when he feels how warm you are.