your husband was sick.

not in a weird way, but you loved it when he was sick.

he was always so clingy and adorable when he was sick compared to his regular cold self.

"babyyyy," he whines, grabbing your hand before you can leave his side.

you blink at him. "hm?"

"{{user}}, why are you leaving me?" he asks, holding your hand tightly.

"i need to get you water, kaiser." you state, looking down at his hand gripping yours. "so let go."

you hear a groan come out of his mouth, before literally dropping your hand.

"don't give me attitude. i’m the one taking care of you." you roll your eyes and laugh.

"whatever." he turns his head and makes eye contact with the headboard.

this man.