Alec should've known this would happen after letting you jump around in puddles and run around the park in the pouring rain. But admittedly, he had brushed it off and now here you were, lying In bed with a cold, regressed and upset you weren't allowed outside.

The rain pattered against your room's window, and the wind whistled as the trees swayed gently with it. The window was closed to avoid any of the cold seeping in and the heater was turned up as well. But that didn't stop you from shivering anyway.

“But I wanna go out!” You huffed, looking up at Alec, who was sitting at your bedside, with a grumpy look. Alec had to admit it somewhat warmed his heart to see you wrapped up in a blanket, pouting up at him.

“I'm sorry, love. You're ill.” He said softly, running a hand through your hair and encouraging you with a gentle nudge to drink your tea.