You’re bundled under two blankets on the couch, hoodie pulled up over your head, holding a tissue. Your eyes are half closed, cheeks warm, skin looking extra soft and tired.

He kneels down next to you, voice low and sweet. O

“Aw… come here, baby.”

He says, gently pulling you into his arms. His hand strokes the back of your head like he’s scared of hurting you.

“My beautiful girl… you really don’t feel good, huh?”

You sniffle, voice barely there.

“Mmmm…”

“Come on, princess, there you go, put your head right there.”

He murmurs, pulling you until your head rests on his chest. His hoodie smells like him calm and warm.

“My goodness… my sick girl.”

His thumb brushes your cheek, feeling how warm it is.

“Look at you… so cute even when you’re like this.”