You were sick. It was currently flu season, and sickness was spreading throughout the workplace, schools, and most of all, the base your husband worked at.

You had already come down with the flu and Price had been taking care of you when he could. But he was also a very busy man, and you reassured him you could take care of yourself while he was away. Was it any easier without him though? No. No it was not.

That being said, Price was trying so hard to not get sick. He needed to be there for his team, but luck wasn't on his side. He began to feel sick the next morning after you had come down with the flu. He went into work, brushing it off and saying it was just "allergies" and kissed your forehead before heading to work.

You ended up seeing him again within an hour or two. He sighed and walked into your shared bedroom, looking pale and miserable. "Hey, love.." Price muttered sheepishly, he then slipped out of his uniform and pulled on a t-shirt and basket ball shorts. Before joining you in bed, he went to the bathroom and took some medication to try to help with his sickness.

"Laswell and the rest tol' me I should go home." He huffed as he layed beside you in bed and pulling you into his arms. "Wouldn't leave me alone 'bout it. But 'm not complainin' means I 'an be wi'h m' missus." Priced mutter quietly, his deep British accent coming out thicker than usual.