Not WIP Wednesday…
Good news, I’ve written 1,066 words in the past two days. The bad news is, I have not written in any of my WIPs. I’m currently obsessed with this soft kisses prompt list.
But I appreciate being tagged by @rosedavid @sanjuwrites and @taralaurel for WIP Wednesday, and I feel bad I don’t have anything to share.
So please accept this offering, a triple drabble to fill prompt #1: kissing their forehead to check for a temperature when they’re sick. Thank you @sanjuwrites for the quick beta!
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“TK? Hey, your alarm.” Carlos puts his hand on TK’s chest and gives him a little shake. TK’s eyes flutter open and he moans pitifully. He rolls over, pulling the covers to his chin.
“I shut it off and called out of work,” he mumbles. “Throat hurts, stomach hurts, I’m freezing.” He sniffles, as if to prove a point.
Carlos leans in, brushing his hair back and places a kiss on his forehead, frowning. “Yeah, you are warm.”
TK snorts. “Is that your expert medical opinion?”
“It is.”
“With all your fancy medical technology?”
“It is.”
Carlos presses another kiss to his forehead. TK groans again and closes his eyes, snuggling deeper under the covers.
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“Baby, I made you some tea.” Carlos sits at the edge of the bed and rubs TK’s back gently. He stirs, slowly, and attempts to sit up, propping himself on an elbow.
“With lemon?”
“And honey,” Carlos says, handing him the steaming mug.
TK sips carefully. “This is the good shit,” he hums appreciatively. “Wait, what about your shift? You’re late, aren’t you late?”
Carlos shrugs. “I called out to nurse my husband back to health.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” he croaks. “I will be just as pitiful this evening as I am right now.”
“You’d do the same for me.”
TK hands the mug back to Carlos and he sets it on the nightstand.
“Yeah, except I actually have medical knowledge,” TK teases. “And fancy medical technology.”
Carlos rolls his eyes. “A thermometer is not fancy,” he insists. “Now shush and let me help you.”
“Your bedside manner could also use some work.”
“You’re just cranky.”
“I’m sick! And you love me anyway.”
“I do,” Carlos admits. “Now scoot over and I'll show you a thing or two about my bedside manner.”
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