“This is what you get for wanting to dance outside during a thunderstorm.” Soap teasingly scolded you, pulling the thermometer from your mouth and checking your temperature, seeing you had a fever.

“Don’t worry, darling, your knight in shining armour is here to nurse you back to health.” He chuckled, earning an unamused look from you.

“Don’t look at me like that, you know you love my dramatic flare.” He nudged you gently. “Now, what do you need? Blankets, medicine, food, or some classic TLC?”