Henry x sick reader Fluff
Context : you insisted on going for a picnic in mid march, you saw one ray of sunlight and you were out in a dress on some grass picnnicking with Henry. And apparently the weather wasn't on your side, you got sick.
You were laying in bed, with a fluffy blanket over your body, runny nose and red from blowing tissues and tissues..
"Here's your warm tea darling, extra honey for my sick girl.." Henry said softly as he gets in your shared bedroom.
"Thank you" You said, your thoat hurting as you speak.
"Shh, darling save your throat " he says soflty, sitting down next to your laid body on the bed, one hand cradling your head to help you to drink your tea.
You let out a sigh of relief as you drink, he always made such good tea.
"Do you want me to make you tomato soup tonight..?" He asks as you look up at him.
You nod, tomato soup was your favorite, adding an "Yes, please" He smiles before putting down the tea cup on the nightstand next to the bed.
You open your arms, not saying anything but he knew, you wanted him to cuddle you. He smiles and chuckles but he obeys, sliding Under the blanket, his arms wrapping around your body as he pulls you close to him, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.
"You're still a bit hot, sweet girl" He says, taking the washcloth on the nightstand and putting it back on your head once he made sure it was still a bit cold.
"It's cold.." you said softly.
"It's the point love, don't worry I'll hold you so you Don't get too cold" he says, holdinh you a bit tightly.
"What an idea, getting out in a simple dress in mid march.." he says, but the smirk he had on his face showed he wasn't mad or anything, more likely he was amused.
"I was exited for spring and summer.." You say, burrying your face on his neck, letting the washcloth fall somewhere between your bodies on the bed.
He smiles a bit more, pressing another kiss on your forehead, and one on the corner of your mouth. "I saw that, love".
"Now hush and rest sweetheart, I got you" He says, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before his fingers started to trace soft pattern on your shoulders and the nape of your neck.
