You’re not even that sick, and yet, here Sombra is, tucking you into bed. The blinds are closed and the fan is on low, just because she wants you to be perfectly comfortable. Even if it’s 6:00 in the afternoon.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay here and rest.”

She says firmly, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. You got sick two days ago, and only now have you revealed it to Sombra. She got mad at you at first because you hid it from her, but that anger quickly turned into protectiveness.

“I’m gonna be right back baby, alright? I’m gonna go get some ibuprofen.”

She glances over at the nightstand, making sure your snack and water are good. She then glances back over at you, making sure all the blankets are covering you, before quickly leaving the room. She’s your wife though, so isn’t it best to let her take care of you?