A/N: Welcome to day 20! We have five days left after today! What had been your favorite one of these to read so far? I hope you all have a fantastic Friday! Header by me, divider by @cafekitsune
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You shivered, everything was so cold. Curled up in your bed, you felt so bad you could barely keep your eyes open. Plus, every time you opened them the world began to spin.
Conner was out with Clark, having some quality time with his so-called father.
It still amazed you at times that Conner was a clone of Clark and Lex Luthor's genetics. The fact that that level of science existed in your world, but not the science to completely get rid of whatever you were sick with.
You had a heating pad on under the mass amount of blankets. Getting them was a hassle in itself. It involved you having to get out of bed, to grab them out of the blanket holder.
Conner had no idea you weren't feeling good, he had left relatively early in the morning before you ever woke.
And now you didn't want to call him cause he was really looking forward to this.
Rolling back over, you ignored the aches throughout your body as you curled into the mattress. Maybe if you went back to sleep, you would feel better.
Closing your eyes, you let yourself drift off to sleep.
When you opened them again, you had more blankets on you with a tray next to the bed on the nightstand. You also felt something warm at your feet, wiggling them around you felt the hot waterbottle freshly warmed to the right temp.
When did all of this happen?
As if he heard your thoughts, Conner poked his head in and gave you a soft smile.
"There's my favorite girl, how we feeling?" he asked softly, coming in to feel your forehead before quickly getting a cold rag to help offset your fever.
"When did you--" you coughed. "When did you get home?"
Conner turned a light shade of pink. "Um, well. The second I met up with Clark, I got the feeling something wasn't right. So I listened for your heartbeat, and could tell it was slightly slower than usual."
"That's a little creepy, babe."
Conner laughed and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Maybe, but it means I am here to take care of you. How about we watch a Christmas movie and you eat some of the soup I made for you?"
You scooted over a little, so he could climb in on his side of the bed and pulled you close as you curled into him.
"I don't wanna get you sick." you mumbled, not daring to move away from his warmth.
Conner helped you sit up slightly as he gently carried over the soup. "Best part about being half Kryptonian? I can't get sick." he smiled.
You smiled back, opening your mouth for the bite of soup he held out. Swallowing it, you felt it warm your insides as the broth coated your sore throat and made you hum in contentment.
"That's some good soup."
"Got the recipe from the best,"
You chuckled. "So who's telling Ma that Alfred Pennyworth makes better chicken soup?"
Conner laughed as he fed you another bite before turning on the T.V. "We'll leave that to Clark, and Bruce."
