"Baby, I don't want to get you sick." You tried telling your husband, Graves, that. You were currently sick, getting yourself a tea to help calm your aching throat. He just scoffed and shook his head.

"Just let me take care of you doll." He grumbled, latching himself onto you like a leech. You sighed in annoyance, glaring him over as you let out a groan.

"I'll be fine." He said again.