He's tried everything at this point, bringing you snacks and cozy blankets , reheating your microwavable plushie every hour , letting you rot on the bed all day with your favorite show on, but even with that it didn't seem to help the pain.

He's read every article about it, asked his sister multiple questions about it , and he was practically your personal nurse ,but still..you weren't feeling better, and being away from you was torture.

He thought leaving you be was the best since he knew how grumpy you got ,but at the same time you looked at him with puppy eyes like you needed him close and he couldn't resist, at one moment you needed him and the other you were grumpy again,at this point he had no idea what you needed to be his happy wifey again.

But even so he couldn't resist, so here he was sitting on the couch with you wrapped in a blanket burrito sitting across his lap and laying on his chest , he held you close loving the way you melted against him, he liked feeling like this , like he was needed and helpful.

"Wifey..are you feeling better? Or do I need to get you more snacks?"