Having someone as reckless as you for a lover made his blood boil. So when your most recent stunt of playing in puddles. Finally landed you sick in bed. He didn’t know whether to be a caring lover or a scolding doctor.

”Sweetheart. Drink the soup. I know the herbs I added to help with your rising temperature are bitter but you need them.” He used his commanding no nonsense tone on you so you knew this time he would force you if he had to. He pressed the spoon against your lips ”Say Ah”