Sick Day
A/N: Had no clue what to write about, so here you go. Enjoy!
Summary: You and Peter got sick, but that doesnât stop him from taking care of you.
The moment you opened your eyes you felt absolutely awful. Your head hurt, your stomach hurt, and you had the chills. So what did you do? Called for Peter until he got up of course.
âDaddyyyy!â You whined, clutching your stomach. When you didnât get a response you called again.
âDadaaaaa!!â You whined again, louder and more desperate this time. Thatâs when you heard the distinct sound of Peters slippers skidding across the floor.
âIâm here baby.â Peter said groggily making his way to your crib as you continued to whimper.
âYou too huh?â Peter asked running his hand through his hair.
âDon feel good.â You whimpered as you motioned to Peter you wanted up.
âLetâs go check your temperature ok?â Peter asked lifting you up and making his way into the kitchen. He set you on the counter and you watched as he went through the drawers, trying to find the thermometer.
âHere we go.â Peter said holding up the thermometer.
âCan you say ahhhh?â He asked opening his mouth as a demonstration.
âAhhhhâ You copied as he put the cold metal thermometer under your tongue. When it beeped Peter took it out of your mouth and checked what it said.
âYup, thatâs a fever alright,â Peter said as he checked his own temperature. âAnddd that would make both of us.â
âDaddy sick too?â You pouted.
âYeah, but itâs ok. You know why?â Peter asked as you shook your head.
âBecause I can hug and kiss you all I want.â He said peppering your face with wet kisses as you squirmed around.
âOk.. I know you donât like this part, but you need some medicine to help you feel better.â Peter explained, grabbing the medicine bottle from the cabinet and pouring some in the cup.
âNo.â You tiredly whined, pushing the cup in Peterâs hand away.
âI know you feel bad, but you still have to listen to me,â Peter warned.
âHow about daddy drinks it first ok?â He asked as you nodded.
He downed the medicine and tried his best to keep a straight face. He wouldnât lie, it was awful, but he had to pretend it wasnât to get you to drink it.
âYucky?â you quizzed Peter trying to search his face for any signs of disgust.
âItâs not that bad.â
He handed you a now filled cup of the stuff and you stared at it for a while, but if Peter could do it so could you. When the medicine hit your tongue you immediately wanted to spit it out, but instead you just swallowed.
âGood girl, how about we watch some cartoons huh?â Peter asked scooping you back up in his arms.
You both lied on the couch for awhile. You were on top of Peter listening to the steady beat of his heart, as you sucked on his finger. He didnât usually let you do it, but you were sick and he figured youâd suffered enough. And thatâs what you two did for the rest of the day.
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A/N: Sorry itâs so short, itâs been in my drafts for a long while now and I got kinda stumped while writing it. Hopefully you enjoyed it though. If you want me to write another, just leave a request and iâll likely make it by the next day. Bye!











