You were sick, but even so, you had a lot of orders to bake. You wore a mask and continued cooking.

Kinich, your boyfriend, came to the kitchen to get a glass of water after playing video games. But, when he saw you, he raised his brow.

“Mon amour, you should be resting” He scolded, crossing his arms. “I’m fine.” “Ok, enough of this ”I’m fine” bullshit.”

“You’ve been sick for the last three weeks and you’re still insisting you’re fine?” Before you could respond as you placed the tray of cookies onto the counter, Kinich picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“No more baking, you’re resting.” He spoke as he walked out of the kitchen, carrying you to your and his room.