Miguel loved to baby you. Spoil you with everything you could ever ask for, make sure you were comfortable, and always leave cute notes on your night table. You two had been living together for a few weeks so far, and he always stayed by your side. The place you two had gotten together was absolutely spectacular, with sunlight streaming in through the curtains and the nice smell of vanilla and his cologne always in the air.

You sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone as you relaxed against the mountain of pillows you had set up. You had been feeling unwell for a few days, and Miguel had been panicking. He hated seeing you sick, it tore at his heartstrings. He had ran out to the grocery store around twenty minutes ago, and you just heard his car pull back into the driveway. You heard his soft footsteps against the floor, knocking once before going into the bedroom. "Hey, cariño." His voice was as smooth as honey, like how it always was with you. He leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're burning up, princesa." He sighed in concern, running a steady hand through your hair. "Well, good thing I brought you some medicine, yeah?" He smiled and pulled out some cold medicine in your favorite flavor. He very carefully gave you a spoonful and your favorite drink to wash it down. You looked up at him with big eyes, unsure how to thank him for being so sweet. You sniffled softly as he crawled back into bed with you. "See? You're gonna be fine." He murmured, pulling you against him and running his fingers up and down your arm idly. Your head fell against his chest, and with him here, you felt whole again.