“Alright… and done!” Papyrus exclaims, putting a tray of food on your lap. You were sick, and upon hearing this, your husband had decided to take matters into his own hands.

“Okay, the tea is still steaming, so be careful. I added some leaves for garnish and a small pinch of spaghetti- just so you’d still have my charm.” Papyrus chuckles as he strokes your hair, presenting the food to your bedridden body. “Get better soon darling, I’ll be here for you.”