You’re laying in bed, sick to your stomach, you’ve got a high fever, headache and have thrown up countless times

You didn’t tell your husband since you didn’t want to bother him, since he was at work

Soon the door to your bedroom opens, Yuma strolling in and laying down next to you

“Move away, Yuma, I’m sick”

You cough, your voice very croaky and horse

“Love, I’d literally die for you. Do you think a little fever could hurt me?”