Taking Care
A/N: Requested by anon. No smut just taking care of a sick Mike. Sorry, it's so short.
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“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” I asked, looking over at my boyfriend who was leaning onto our kitchen island for support. As much as I admired Mike’s work ethic, he had a bad habit of pushing himself too much. “Just go lay down.”
He let out a groan in response. Mike hated being sick, usually claiming he never was, which is mostly true. He gets sick probably once a year, but when he does it hits him like a truck. I could tell just by looking at him, his face pale, eyes sunken like he hadn’t slept in a month. After almost begging, I convinced him to go and lay down in bed while I made him tea in his favourite mug. I entered our shared bedroom to see him sprawled across the bed, not even making an effort to get in it.
“Here, drink this,” I say, extending the mug to him. He sat up and gratefully took it, taking a sip before almost spitting it out.
“What’s this?” He looked at me with disgust, “This is the worst coffee ever.”
I laughed, “That’s because it's tea babe.”
“I thought you were trying to poison me or something,” he smirked, placing the mug on the side table.
“The opposite actually,” I said, rifling through his dresser. I pulled out a pair of his grey sweatpants and tossed them to him. “Put these on, you shouldn’t sleep in your jeans.”
“I’m not going to sleep babe, I’m fine.” As if on cue he started to have a coughing fit as he finished talking.
“Yeah,” I smiled, “You sound great,” my voice was dripping with sarcasm, causing him to roll his eyes. He reluctantly had another sip of tea, before sliding off his black jeans and pulling on the sweats.
“Are you at least going to come and cuddle your terribly sick boyfriend?” He asked while finally climbing under the blankets, and lifting the corner up for me to join him. I happily slid in and Mike slipped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “Now, I’ll at least have a chance of falling asleep,” he mumbled into my hair.
I shushed him, placing a light kiss on his shoulder as he closed his eyes. He looked perfect laying there peacefully and I lost track of the time just watching him gently fall asleep. Once he started to lightly snore I knew it was my chance to slip away. I pushed his arm off my gently and climbed out of bed, missing the warmth of his touch.
I went back into the kitchen and started to make his favourite meal to eat while sick; homemade chicken soup. I was so busy chopping and cooking everything I didn’t hear him come into the kitchen.
“Smells good,” he said, making me jump in surprise, almost spilling the soup. “Sorry love,” he chuckled, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay, it’s done now anyway,” I replied, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard. I placed the soup down on the island and gestured for him to take a seat. Mike sat down and happily ate the soup, musing about how good it is.
“You always take such good care of me,” he said, reaching over and pulling me into his chest. “I love you Y/N.” He pulled me in for a light kiss and went back to eating happily.
