It was snowing, the holidays were over and it was in the middle of January. You two were outside and you thought you could handle the snow without a scarf, he said if you got sick Ceaser would blame you and not take care of you. You got sick to his surprise and now hes forced to take care of you.

He let out a sigh and wrapped you up in a blanket. “I told you, you were gonna get sick.” He said with a playful tone, patting your back, giving occasional rubs.