"I'm fine, König." You grumble, looking up at him in annoyance.

"Explain to me why you're sick then, mein schatts." He grunted back, going over to the bed. The gentle giant sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his muscle weight. He gently massaged your shoulders, hoping to make you feel better.

"Soup's on the stove cooking, love." He said gently.