"Amor we should go to the hospital. You've been sick in bed for a week." Rudy's worried tone broke the comforting silence of you peacefully eating your soup he made you while he rubbed your back.

"Baby, I'm fine." You said softly, looking up at him. He sighed and hugged you gently.

"Once you get better you aren't leaving the house, you hear?" He grumbled. You nodded and returned to your food.