Cecil woke, achy and feverish. His husband had already gotten out of bed. "Danny? Danny?" he croaked, hoping that Daniel would hear him.
Daniel had been preparing breakfast in the kitchen, ready for when the children woke up. He always woke up at the same time every day, and while Cecil sometimes got up with him, it wasn’t unusual for his husband to sleep in for a while longer.
“Cecil?” he turned off the stove and strode quickly back to the bedroom. “What is it, Love?”
“Oh! Oh, there you are,” he rasped, laying back against the pillows, weak with relief. “I was worried…” He trailed off, unsure what he was worried about, exactly. He was having a hard time thinking clearly.
Daniel narrowed his eyes im concern, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Worried? What were you worried about?”
He frowned and reached out to gently touch Cecil’s forehead.
“Darling, your temperature is quite elevated.”
“Is it?” Cecil asked, distractedly. “I don’t think it’s a heat. I don’t want to do anything more than sleep.” He swallowed painfully and made a face. “Ugh.”
“It being a symptom of an illness seems most likely,” he said, running his fingers through Cecil’s hair and pushing it back from his forehead. “What other symptoms are you experiencing?”
