God damn it work! You thought as your word document failed to load for a third time.

Nothing was going your way today.

You woke up this morning with a severe cold making your eyes water and nose that runs 24/7 and a really, really sore throat, making you just want to not do anything.

But you needed to work since there was a huge deadline really soon and if you didn't, the chances of handing in this project before the deadline was basically non-existant.

So, after saying goodbye to your adorably cute boyfriend (U/n), who is oblivious to your current state, (since you didn't want him to worry) you got into your car and made your way to work.

The day was tough and your work wasn't making your day any better.

I swear if this document doesn't open I will murder someone one my way home... you think as the document (finally) opens.

I still want to murder someone though... oh well, I'll save murder for later you think, getting to work.

Done! you think (since your throat is sore to the point where you think breathing is going to kill you) as you look over to the clock.

8:27 pm huh. 2 hours and 27 minutes overtime, great.

(U/n) is probaly waiting for me to get home and eat dinner, even though I told him to...

*ring ring*

Your phone went off and it was a call from your one and only, (U/n).

Wow, such great timing, you think, answering the call.

"Hello (Y/n)?" "Hey *cough cough* hey baby..." "(Y/n)! Are you not well?"

"*cough* yeah baby I might have a cold. *cough* Everything hurts."

"Can you drive back? Or should I get a taxi to the company and drive you back? Or..."

"I'm fine I'll be able to drive back so I'll be back soon, alright, love?"

"Alright... But if you really feel like passing out then tell me and I'll come pick you up, promise?"

"*cough cough* promise. Then I'll see you in 20 minutes (U/n)." "Okay (Y/n) see you..."

You hung up and started to make your way out of the building.

Once I get home, I'm gonna cuddle the death out of (U/n) and make sure he doesn't go anywhere.

"Welcome home (Y/n)! How are you feeling? I reheated the soup that I made, you should have some. After you should take some medicine and go to bed. You'll get better faster if you-" I blabbered as I started making my way to the kitchen.

"Wait *cough* (U/n)."

"Y-yes?" I stuttered as I turn around to face (Y/n), not sure why my sick boyfriend stopped me.

I was really worried at this point.

On the phone, it sounded as if someone had forced him to inhale helium (which makes your voice sound high pitched, for the people who didn't know) and someone had put a clamp over his nose.

The next moment, (Y/n) flopped himself onto me, dropping his messenger bag in the process.

"Um, (Y/n), are you alright?"

"No, I'm *cough* not alright. *sniff* I really missed your hugs, baby. Just let me hug *cough cough* you. I don't need anything else. Okay, (U/n)?"

I hugged him for a bit before dragging him towards the dinner table.

"(Y/n), you still need to eat dinner and take your medicine..." I worriedly stated.

"Mmm... then can we *sniff* cuddle later?"

How cute...

"Of course we can! As long as I can help you feel better, I'll do it!" I say, dragging him towards the dinner table and seating him down in his seat.

Afterwards I move and sit next to him, so I can help him if he needs anything.

"(U/n)... can you *cough* feed me please? I'm *sniff* really tired and I don't *cough cough* wanna move. Pretty please?"

"S-sure!" I stammer.

He only gets this needy and demanding when he is really tired or sick, or else he would be the one to feed and pamper me.

"Here, you should drink some of this soup. It'll help you feel better" I say as I held a spoon up to his mouth.

"C'mon say 'ahh'." And my loving boyfriend obediently follows.

"Ahh~ *gulp*. Hey baby *cough*, your soup tastes so good right now. *sniff* Maybe it's becuase of appitie loss or something, cause *cough cough* everything I've eaten up to know tastes like water."

"Hehe, thanks (Y/n). But you know I'm not the best cook..." I say, with a quiet voice while looking towards the ground.

"(U/n). Look at me. Yes *cough* you aren't the best cook in the world, but to me, everything you make *cough* tastes like heaven. And I want you to *cough cough* know that. Okay?"

"Yeah. Okay. As long as you enjoy my food, I guess nothing else matters!" I say enthousiasticly.

"Here (Y/n), let me continue feeding you. You still have an entire bowl of soup and medicine to eat" I state.

"Then *cough* can we cuddle?" He asks with puppy dog eyes.

Damn I can't resist him when he's being this cute.

"Yes we can cuddle. Only after you finish eating."

"Woohoo! *cough cough cough* Give me the bowl!" And I watch him chug all the soup in about 15 seconds.

"DONE! *ACHOO* LET'S CUDDLE NOW I'M FEELING TERRIBLE!" "You forgot the medicine..."

"SHO*cough*OT!" he says as I watch him franticly take a pill and the glass of warm water I prepared earlier and he chuged that down again like a mad man.

He must really want to cuddle.

"NOW I'M *cough cough cough* DONE LET'S GO TO OUR BEDROOM AND *sniff* CUDDLE!" He shouts (in a really funny sounding voice) as he picks me up bridal style and carries me off to the bedroom.

"(Y/n) I think I forgot to put the dishes away... could you let go of me?"

"But you said we *cough cough* could cuddle..."

"Fine. I'll stay here, and you do the dishes tomorow."

"Yes, *cough* my love."