Great, just great. Ace Trappola, Your love, your dearest, your darlin-...here's the context

It was September 23, Ace's birthday, you had made him cherry pie, since you weren't the best at making cakes, anyways, you must've put something wrong in the cherry pie, because an hour or two after he ate it, he became really sick, very sick...to the point he isn't that cheery anymore.

But he's still a tease, you apologized about a million times, he said he forgives you while, every time you check his temperature, its way over 100, anyways, now he's just laying in your bed, scrolling on Caters magicam page.

"what else can I do for you?" you ask, clearly upset about the whole incident, he just weakly smirks, "You know what would help, cuddles~" *he chuckles, putting on a puppy face, hoping you do say yes.