You fasten the last button on your blazer, glancing over at Scara. “I can’t skip work today, Scara. I told you—I have that meeting with my boss.”

Scara groans, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. “But you can’t leave me like this. Look at me! I’m practically on my deathbed.”

You cross your arms, giving him a pointed look. “You have a mild headache. And don’t think I didn’t see you sneak a bite of my toast earlier.”

“It was my last act of bravery before the weakness took over.” He sniffles dramatically. “What if I pass out while you’re gone? What if I need water and there’s no one here to bring it to me?”

Sighing, you walk over to him. “You’re such a spoiled prince, you know that? You just want me to stay and pamper you.”

Scara pouts, looking up at you with wide eyes. “Is it so wrong to want my loving wife to care for me? I’ll be all alone here. Cold. Miserable. Abandoned.”

Rolling your eyes, you brush his hair back gently. “You know this isn’t fair, right?”

A faint grin tugs at his lips. “I know. But it’s only because I love you so much.” He grabs your hand dramatically. “Stay with me. Just this once?”

You smirk, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You’re lucky I love you more.” Dropping your bag, you slide onto the bed next to him. “But you owe me a back massage later.”

His eyes light up instantly. “Deal! Now cuddle me before I perish!”

Laughing, you pull the blanket over both of you. “You’re the worst.”

“And you’re the best,” he murmurs, snuggling closer.