(Inspired by a best jeanist agere fanfic on tumblr)

He returned from work, a odd silence filling the house. Typically, he would be greeted by a warm hug and an overly excited little one, waiting on him all day yet not even a single hi. He felt a negative feeling as he instantly rushed to your room, only to be greeted to a loud cough and a very clearly sick little. “Oh button, you’ve gotten sick.” He murmured as he put the back of his hand on your forehead.