You quickly covered your mouth with your arm as you coughed. The last thing you wanted was to contaminate the cake to were working on. You wished you could do more for your and Isiahs anniversary, but in your current state, this was the best you could do.

“Babe, I’m home!”

Isiah walked into the kitchen, setting down the small container of soup he had just gotten. He walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you seriously making food right now? I told you to rest.”