Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi.
Author's Note: Here we are with a little two shot that has to do with my 2nd favorite crack ship Clowen. A big thank you to Halawen for your help in beta and co-writing in spots to help this become better. Hope you enjoy.
Clare's POV
The beeping of the alarm woke me from a slumber and that minute I knew I felt sick all over, from head to toe especially my stomach which was bubbly and doing summersaults. But what really made me wake up other than Owen reaching over me to shut the alarm off was him talking to me.
"Baby wake up, if you don't get a move on you'll be late for work." Owen said shaking me gently on the shoulder, even that wasn't helping my stomach.
"Hon please stop that, I don't feel good and I'm nauseous." I said turning on my side and looking up at him with my dull looking eyes, since he was sitting up in bed already.
"You feel really warm Clare, I'm going to get the thermometer." He said as he lay a hand on my hot head before getting up and going into the bathroom to get the thermometer.
While he was gone I tried sitting up when a coughing fit hit and I started getting dizzy. Putting my hand on my head trying to ease the dizziness away wasn't working and the coughing was becoming harder to the point where I needed to run into the bathroom and make my presence known to the toilet as I empty the contents of my stomach.
"Shit!" I heard Owen say from the counter since I forgot he was in here to grab the thermometer as I felt a hand on my back and rubbing it.
"Ugh! I feel awful." I said looking up at Owen after I was done throwing up and leaning back against the tub with Owen kneeling by me.
"I know baby." Owen said before standing and grabbing one of the cups we keep in here to rinse out my mouth and filling it with water. "Here drink some slowly." He said handing it to my shaking hand causing him to have to help me keep it stable and take some sips before he took the cup back before talking again "You think your done getting sick Clare?"
"My stomach still hurts and I'm nauseous, but for now I think I'm done." I explained to him clutching my stomach.
"Ok let's get you back into bed." Owen said before scooping me up in his arms and carried me back to our bed and put me under the covers.
"Here I want to check your temperature, your burning up." Owen said worriedly and concerned since in all the years we've been together he's never seen me this sick.
Not having the energy to argue I let him slip the thermometer between my lips and under my tongue and he sat next to me rubbing circles on my stomach in hope to calm my stomach down as I looked at him with my feverish hazed eyes. After a couple minutes the thermometer beeped and Owen took it out and looked at it with worry.
"How high is it?" I asked with my raspy voice trying to clear it so I could talk easier.
"102.5. That's high baby. Does anything else hurt beautiful?" Owen said after setting the thermometer on the nightstand by us, grasping my hand and feeling it all clammy.
"I'll be ok. It's just my head feeling like a thousand pound are on it, my throat, chills, aches everywhere, my stomach feels all bubbly and this cough." I told him just at the end when I started coughing sitting up and have Owen rub my back soothingly.
"It sounds like the flu sweetie, it's been hitting everywhere from the schools and work places." Owen said into my ear caringly.
"Oh joy!" I said before looking over at the clock trying to adjust my eyes to see the time that its 7:25 and we both had to be to work at 9 and if we didn't get a move on we both be late.
"Babe can you go start the shower for me?" I asked looking at Owen as I sat up and tried to move the covers off me and suddenly feeling really cold.
"Why?" Owen asked curiously.
"Because I want to shower before work and if we don't get a move on we'll both be late." I said explaining like it's the most obvious thing and moved my legs to the edge of the bed to get up.
"Umm no you're staying home and so am I to take care of you." Owen said standing in front of me trying to keep me siting on the bed.
"No we both need to go to work we have a wedding to pay for in a few months." I said pushing him away a little before finally standing but getting a dizzy spell as well causing me to grab onto Owen.
"See you can't even stand without getting dizzy. So no you have a fever and your vomiting you're staying home no more arguments Clare, don't make me call Helen you know she'll tell you to stay home." Owen said guiding me slowly onto the bed and pulled the covers back up covering me up.
"Sure pull the mom card." I said before sneezing and grabbing a tissue from the box on the nightstand.
"It had to be done beautiful. Now you rest and I'm going to go call us off then run to the drug store and pick some over the counter stuff for you to take since were all out from the last time I was sick." Owen said leaning over to kiss me on the lips but I turned to my cheek instead feeling his lips on my cheek.
"Hey!" Owen said shocked that I turned to my cheek.
"I don't want you to catch the flu and feel as horrible as I do." I explained looking up at him with adoration amazed that I get to be with such a great man.
"Baby remember what I said when I put that ring on your finger, I said in sickness and health and all that shit in between I'll take care of you forever. Now shut up and let me kiss my fiancé." Owen said pointing the engagement ring that sat on my finger then kissed me fully on my lips.
"You'll get sick you know." I called out raspy to him as he left the room.
"I don't care if I get sick. Get some sleep I'll be back soon." Owen said from down the hall as I fell into another slumber.
I heard Owen lock up the front door and his car pull away a minute later, I guess I really was sick because I fell back asleep almost the minute he was gone and didn't wake up until I heard the front door open again.
"Hey Babe, how do you feel? Did you get some more sleep?" Owen asks.
"Yeah the whole time you were gone," I reply.
"Good, here I picked you some medicine." Owen says pulling some stuff from the plastic bag he was holding. He pops out two pills and then walks out of the room returning a minute later with a glass of water and handing it to me. "You want to try and get some more sleep?" He asks after I swallow the medicine.
"Not sure that I can, ugh I feel so terrible." I complain handing him the glass of water so he can set it down and I curl up on my side.
Owen lies down next to me and begins rubbing my back gently. "Let me know what you need, anything at all Babe."
"Ok. You didn't have to stay home with me Hubby." I said turning my head to look at him.
"Of course I do I love you sweet cheeks." Owen said leaning over to kiss my cheek.
"I love you too." I replied back while biting back some bile back until I couldn't stop it causing myself to wrench out of the warmth of my fiancé and race back towards the bathroom, with Owen right behind me.
Dropping down in front of the toilet and emptying my stomach of the pills and water, it made me feel worse than before. The only good thing I feel is Owen rubbing my back and talking comforting to me.
"Let it out baby, it'll be ok." I heard him say as tears where coming out of my eyes since of throwing up so hard.
"Ugh!" I said after finishing up and trying to stand.
"Take it easy baby I got to you. Where do you want to go?" Owen asked as he swept me up into his arms.
"The couch I do want to lie down and maybe watch a movie with you." I said raspy, looking up at him and smile a little before it turning into a coughing fit and burying my head into his shoulder.
"Come on baby let's get you on the couch, cover you up, you can pick out a movie to play and I'll make you some tea that should help your throat." Owen said before carrying me out to the couch and laying me down covering me up with the afghan we had on the back.
"I'm going to go get the heating pad put of the closet and lay it on your stomach maybe that would help lessen the hurt; Mom always did that to Tris and me when we were sick." Owen continued after helping me get comfortable and went to get everything as I choose out the movie we'd both like the Dark Knight.
After Owen got the heating pad, plugged it in, settled it on my stomach and put the movie in the player, and went to go make some tea I started going into another coughing fit. The coughing was starting to make me lose my breath at least I was a little elevated thanks to the pillow so I was able to ease it but it was over quicker just as Owen came out of the kitchen that was off to the side of the living room with my tea and a drink for him.
"That sounds bad Clare; maybe you should call a Dr. and get checked out." Owen told me as he set our drinks down in front of me, sat on the arm of the couch and looked worry at me.
"I'll be fine Hon; did you buy any other kind of medicine when you were at the store?" I asked trying to clear my raspy dry throat and take a drink of my tea noticing Owen added honey in it just how I like it when am sick.
"Yeah I got cough drops, cough syrup, Nyquil so if you have trouble falling asleep and some other stuff, what do you want?" Owen said before going to get the bag from our room and bring it back to me.
"You added honey. Can I have the cough drops please?" I said looking up at Owen in shock.
"Of course I did, whenever you have a sore throat you drink it." Owen told me as he grabbed the cough drops then moved my legs up and sat down laying my legs in his lap and then started the movie.
Towards the middle of the movie I kept getting colder and colder and couldn't get warm with all the chills racking my body along with all the other symptom's running through my body, especially my throat and stomach. Owen must have noticed to cause I found him looking at me.
"Are you ok baby?" Owen asked concerned in his eyes.
"I'm so cold, I can't get warm." I chattered through my teeth trying to dig myself into the couch and farther under the blanket.
"God I hope your fever isn't going up." He said maneuvering himself so he's lying behind me and raising one of his hands to my forehead to feel how hot I was. "I'm going to get you a cold compress because you can't have any more fever reducer for another couple of hours." Owen said.
He got up going to the bathroom and coming out with a cool washcloth for my head. He sat back down with my feet on his lap and started gently rubbing my feet which felt nice. With Owen rubbing my feet it gently put me to sleep.
Owen POV
It was after noon and Clare's been a sleep for half an hour. I finished watching the rest of the Dark Knight then changed it to sports center to see how well the Maple Leafs did last night. While watching it Clare's sudden coughing fit startled me. Looking over I see she's still asleep but I can see her chest raddling a little and I was getting concerned that she would end up getting sicker. I figure I should call someone who would know what to do.
"Heather Milligan how can I help you." I heard my mom say through the phone since I knew she would be the best to know what to do since all the years she had to take care of a sick Tris and me.
"Mom." I said slowly so she would get that it's me.
"Owen? Honey what's wrong? Shouldn't you be at work?" My mom asked with worry in her voice.
"Yeah, but I took today off. Clare's sick I'm really worried and I don't know if I should take her to the Dr.'s or not." I explained to her looking in on the living room and see Clare's coughing and groaning in her sleep.
"Honey I know you love Clare but you yourself are proan to getting every bug your brother ever had and catch it. What are her symptoms?" Mom said tisking me for wanting to take care of the love my life.
"I don't care if I get sick Mom. Her temp's over 102. She throwing up, has chills and then gets hot, coughing sneezing, headache, stomach cramps, and a sore throat." I told my mom rolling my eyes before listing off all of Clare's symptoms "Now should I take her to a Dr. or not."
"Don't get sassy with me. If her temp goes over a 104 take her to a Dr. or if her coughing becomes so frequent or severe that she can't breathe well. Aside from that just keep her rested and make sure she's hydrated. If she's awake then make sure she's drinking every few minutes. Water, tea, juice, anything to keep her hydrated. If she keeps throwing up you should pick up an electrolyte drink to replenish some of the minerals and nutrients she's losing." Mom instructs me.
"Okay thanks Mom," I said after writing that all down.
"Honey if you're going to take care of her, which is very sweet of you especially since your father never did that for me, be careful and fortify your own immune system it's not going to do either of you any good if you both get sick." Mom says in a slightly scolding voice.
"Yeah okay Mom I will." I say rolling my eyes again.
"Okay honey we'll see you two for Dad's birthday, I hope Clare feels better." Mom said and hung up.
After I got off the phone I headed back into the living room and saw that Clare was still sound asleep but she was shaking and that worried me again. So I lightly put my hand on her head and felt the heat radiating up my hand and I was worried that her fever had went up. I went back to the bedroom where I left the thermometer from this morning and grabbed it and head back into the living room and without waking Clare up slid the thermometer under her shirt and pointed it into her armpit like Mom did to us when we were younger and couldn't breathe that good. While waiting for the thermometer to beep I ran my other hand through her hair feeling it to be all sweaty and tangled. When the thermometer beeped I pulled it out and seen that her temp went up a couple of pints 102.9.
"God Baby how did you get this sick so fast." I questioned talking to myself looking at Clare in pity as I set the thermometer down with all the other medical objects and went to go wet the compress again and laid it across Clare's head.
After taking care of Clare, who was still conked out going on two hours since it was 1:30 I decided to head out to the store and pick up some of the electrolytes that Mom suggested in case Clare started throwing up again. So I grabbed my keys, left Clare a note in case she woke up and locked up the apartment making my way to the car and headed on to the store. When I reached the store I grabbed a buggy and headed towards the drink aisle and started loading it up with some of Clare's favorite Gatorade, teas and juices, and some soup and crackers so it would be easier for her to eat for when she's hungry or I have to force it down her throat.
"Someone sick?" the cashier asked as I but all of the items on the belt and began to check out.
"Yeah my girls, got the flu and had to pick up some stuff to take care of her." I told the lady wishing she would hurry up so I can get home soon as possible, not that the lady wasn't nice.
"That's real sweet of you. Most men wouldn't do that." The lady said as she totaled me out and helped load the bags into the cart and I made my way out of the store and back to the car.
When I got back to the apartment I grabbed all the bags and made my way inside and saw the couch empty so it must mean Clare is up but I didn't see her anywhere. I unloaded the bags on the kitchen table and put everything away before I started looking for Clare.
"Clare?" I called out for her when I walked into our bedroom and didn't see her in bed.
"In here." I heard her raspy loud say from the bathroom before I heard a cough and the sound of her losing the emptiness of her stomach causing me to rush into the bathroom.
"Geez baby how long you been here?" I asked as I kneeled behind her and held her hair and rubbed her back.
"I don't know, but I still feel awful. Where you go?" Clare whined after finished getting sick and leaning into me.
"I talked to Mom and she told me I should get some electrolytes since your throwing up so I ran to the store and back as fast as I could. And you're feeling awful because your temperature went up." I explained putting my arms around her and hugging her from behind.
"Oh ok, you think you can help me back to bed I want to try and sleep more." Clare asked looking up at me with her fever hazed eyes before Turing into a coughing fit.
"Of course beautiful but I want you to drink something and take some more fever reducers too." I told her when I picked her up and she laid her head on my shoulder and carried her to bed laying her down and pulling the covers up before heading into the kitchen and grabbing some juice and the medicine.
"Here Baby take small sips." I told her as I handed her the pills and juice helping her hold it since her hand was shaky.
"Thanks Hubby." Clare said handing the juice back and laying her head on the pillow.
"No trouble baby. Just call for me if you need anything." I told her kissing her lightly and heading out of the room and into the living room.
Looking around the place I noticed that Clare hasn't really had time to pick up around here since its been busy at work and now with her being sick I didn't want her to have to up and clean after getting better. So I quietly closed our door until it was cracked so I could still hear her call for me, and I headed to where Clare keeps all the cleaning shit and grabbed the vacuum and started vacuuming the place. After finishing that I headed and grabbed the cleaning spray bottle and duster and dusted everything and cleaned and straightened the living room up until I headed to the kitchen and tied up around there by putting the clean dishes away and washed the dirty ones and put them in the dishwasher. After making sure everything was done I was wiped myself and hoping that I wasn't catching what Clare had I decided to take a little nap on the couch until Clare needed me.
I was woken up a couple of hours later by the ringing of Clare's cell phone. It must still be on the nightstand in the bedroom and I knew it would wake her up. I tried to run in there to grab it before it woke her but I was too late, she answered just as I came into the bedroom.
"Hello…oh hi Mom," Clare answered and I rolled my eyes.
I wasn't very fond of my future mother in law and I knew whatever she was calling about Clare didn't need to deal with while she was sick.
I could hear Helen talking really fast and see that Clare couldn't get one word in to get her pain in the ass mother to let her speak and it was pissing me off.
"Mom... I…" was all Clare was able to say before her mom began prattling off again. Clare looked at me with pleading eyes and mouthed the word help.
That was all I needed I took the phone from her. "Helen Clare is sick she can't talk right now."
"Sick. What do you mean sick." My soon to be mother in law screeched into the phone loudly causing me to pull the phone away from my ear.
"I mean she has the flu Helen. She's been sick since this morning." I told her getting irritated at her.
"Are you sure it's the flu? What are her symptoms? Have you taken her to the doctor?" Helen started going off with the questions pissing me off like she thinks I'm some idiot that can't take care of her daughter.
"Yes I'm sure it's the flu, it's been going around the school I work at and at her work. She's got a fever over a 102. Vomiting, coughing, sneezing, sore throat, chills and hot and achy everywhere. If her temperature goes up I will take her to a doctor but right now she's resting like she's supposed to" I explained everything to Helen as I plopped down onto the bed by Clare's side hoping that didn't cause to her to want to puke and rolled my eyes at her.
"Maybe I should bring soup over." Helen trying to still act like I don't know how to care for a sick person.
"Damn it Helen I have soup for her I'm about to make now. Clare will call you whens she's better... Goodbye." I yelled finally since she was giving me a headache and ended the call.
Clare's POV
I watched on as Owen and my mother argued over the phone and I knew soon Owen would probably lose it on her. They get along sometimes but mom knows how to push Owen's buttons and tick him off. But I love him for dealing with my bitchy mother. At least he gets along with Glen and Jake.
"That sounded like a fun conversation." I tried to lighten the mood and make him smile.
"Loads. I tried to get to your phone before it woke you sorry." Owen said smiling and pulling himself to the other side of me and lying back on his pillow.
"It's ok where were you anyway." I asked clearing my throat then sneezing and blowing my nose.
"I was taking a nap out in the living room. I just woke up when I heard your phone go off and raced in here to get it." Owen explained to me, making me notice he was a little pale.
"I hope you're really not catching the flu. You look pale." I said to him reaching up and feeling his head feeling a little warm but it was probably from running in here and arguing with my mom.
"I'm fine Clare. It's you I'm worried about. You've been asleep for hours and you're still shaking and warm. You think you could stomach some food?" Owen asked me taking my hand off his forehead and putting his other on my head.
"Maybe you should sleep on the couch tonight or maybe I should so you don't catch it. I still feel nauseous but yeah I'll try and eat." I told Owen worrying more about him instead of myself like always.
"No I'm sleeping with you in case you need me. I'm going to take you out to the couch and make you some soup and tea for dinner." He tells me as he picks me up.
I put my arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder. He set me on the sofa and gives me the remote so I can watch TV. The smell of the soup makes my stomach churn so I doubt I'll be eating much. He does make me some toast too so I start nibbling on that and sipping at the tea.
"Aren't you eating?" I question when he sits down and doesn't have dinner for himself.
"Yeah, heating a frozen pizza in the oven." He tells me.
After stomaching an entire piece of toast and half a cup of tea without feeling like I have to vomit I try a few small spoonful's of soup. It's chicken soup but all I can handle is the broth. When Owen's pizza is done the smell is nauseating and I decide to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" Owen asks when I slowly stand up from the couch.
"That's all the food I can stomach I think I'm going to take a bath." I tell him.
"I'll go start the bath water for you," Owen says and I smile at him.
We walk into the bedroom and I start undressing while Owen starts the bath water. He knows how warm I like it and he even remembered the bubbles.
"Thanks Hubby," I smile kissing him gently on the cheek before getting into the tub.
The warm water is soothing and I relax into it, it even helps me breathe a little better.
"I'll come check on you after I eat." Owen tells me and I nod.
I stay in the bath until the water starts to turn cold and I get out just as Owen comes in to check on me.
"Sorry I took so long I wanted to clean up after dinner. How's your stomach?" Owen asks as he wraps a towel around me.
"It's okay; I'm keeping down the little that I ate so far." I reply.
I dry off and Owen helps me into my pajamas and into bed.
"Do you want to sleep?" Owen asks as I yawn.
"Yeah I think so," I nod.
"Okay here take some Nyquil and drink some water." Owen says handing me two large green pills and a glass of water.
Owen lies down with me and rubs my back until I fall asleep. I wake up a few hours later in a coughing fit; Owen sits up and rubs my back until it passes.
"Now see if you'd slept on the couch you wouldn't have been woken up by that." I tell him as I lay down again.
"And then I wouldn't have known that you needed me or I still would have been woken up hearing you couch and rushed in here even more worried. Can you get back to sleep?" He asks.
"Doubtful, I'm pretty awake now." I reply as I take a couple of cough drops.
"Why don't I take you out to the couch and we can watch movies until you can get back to sleep." Owen suggests and I nod.
He picks me up, taking me back to the couch; he puts on a movie for us before he lies down behind me so he can wrap his arms around me. I feel Owen falls asleep within the hour the movies almost over by the time I fall asleep.
Owen's POV
"You know you didn't have to stay home with me," Clare says from her spot on the couch.
"You're still sick," I counter.
"Yeah but just a fever, all my other symptoms were gone this morning except for the occasional coughing fit but the cough medicine takes care of that. My stomach, head and everything else feels better; I just can't go back to work until my fever goes down." She tells me.
"And I will be staying with you until you are completely better." I told her thinking of ways to get her temperature down faster.
"Yes and your still risking yourself of getting sick." She goes on worrying about me getting sick still.
"Hey listen to me. I don't care if I get sick." I told her moving to the couch and lifting her body up so she could lay her head against my chest.
"You will as soon as you feel as crappy as I did for the past few days. I just wish this fever would go away. I have so much work to catch up on." Clare said complaining about her workload and getting me thinking of an easier and faster way to get her fever down.
"Baby you'll get it done when your better." I said rubbing my hands up and done her arms and getting an idea.
"I know I just like finishing everything early." She said looking up with her cute pout.
"I think I have away." I told her hoping she'll go along with it.
"And what would that be?" Clare asked curiously as she pushed herself up and looked at my face.
"So in health class one day they were talking about a person being sick and one way to get rid of a fever is sex. They say sex can sweat out the fever." I explain what I learned in class.
"Of course the only time you would pay attention would be in a class that talks about sex." Clare said standing up and looking at me.
"Of course it has to do with my most favorite thing the woman's body." I said standing up and kissing her.
"No. no way I may be better but I'm still a little weak and it will only increase your chance in getting sick. I'm already risking it by kissing you." Clare said pulling away from the kiss and shaking her head at the thought and heading towards the bedroom with me behind her.
"Come on baby it will heal you better and we get some fun time. And how many times do I have to tell you I don't care if I get sick beside I've been around you for more than 24 hours of you being sick and haven't felt anything yet." I told her sitting on the bed and pulling her to me.
"Yeah and your already looking pale as a sheet so it'll probably hit you soon." She told me was she let me pull her to me and set her on my lap.
"Don't care so you want to do it or what?" I asked her as I started kissing lips and trail down her neck and getting a nod that she was in.
"But you have to do all the work," she stipulates.
"Of course," I reply laying her back on the bed and divesting her of her pajama top.
I start kissing her neck, chest and breasts doing things I know she likes until I finally hear a moan from her lips and know she's getting in the mood despite her protests. Placing my mouth first one of her rosebud nipples and then the other I suck lightly eliciting soft moans from her. Next I take off her pajama bottoms and panties tossing them to the floor. I spread her legs for better access and slip a finger into loosen her up a little. She bites her lip holding back a moan but her back arches and she grips the bed sheets tightly. It doesn't take much work from my fingers to get her loose and wet. I stand up and quickly undress before hopping back on the bed between her legs. Placing a hand at the small of her back to arch her up a little further so I can enter her small frame more easily I then take hold of the base of my cock and thrust into her gently.
She lets out a shuddering breath that ends with a moan as her hands move to gripping into my shoulders. I start out slow, pushing in slowly so I don't tire her out too fast even though I'm doing all the work. She's tighter and hotter than usual it must be from the fever. When I'm all the way in I stay there bringing my lips back to her breast to tease her. When her hips start bucking silently begging me to continue I know it's time to start thrusting.
I pull out slowly but rapidly increase my pace as by this time I'm fucking horny and it's getting hard to hold back. Her body is quivering around me, her hands grip into my arms tightly, her breathing becomes frantic panting, and her head goes back into the pillow, her eyes becoming half lidded. My name rolls off her tongue with each desperate breath. My lips find her neck; her skin pearled in sweat giving her a slightly salty taste.
"Mmmm oh Owen oh god!" She screams out when she climaxes, her thighs tightening around me, her body convulsing uncontrollably in waves of carnal ecstasy.
"Clllaaaarrreeee!" I holler followed by a guttural groan as I cum just after her.
I collapse onto her breasts, breathing hard as I watch her breasts ride and fall with each panting breath. Her hand starts combing through my hair and we both continue to tremble in little aftershocks of pleasure. After a minute, when I feel I can move again I roll to the side of her, pulling out as I do and causing her to whimper. I take her sweating body in my arms and hold it against mine, kissing her forehead that still feels hot to me.
"You know if that didn't get the fever out I'm happy to do it again," I tell her.
"Yeah I'll bet I'm sure you'd be happy to do that all day if it helps me right?" She asks.
"Well only because I love you so much I'm willing to work that hard to help you get better," I reply in a sarcastic tone.
She giggles and leans up to kiss me softly.
Clare POV
Even though I didn't want to risk getting Owen sick I do have to admit that was really amazing. Now we were just lying in each other's arms calming down from the excitement, and I was actually feeling a whole lot better. So maybe Owens idea was a good one even though I won't tell him that cause it would boost his ego.
After laying there for a bit we grabbed some clothes and throw them back on and went out to watch some more TV.
"You up for some lunch baby?" Owen asked as I sat on the couch and searched through the TV guide.
"Yeah sounds great." I said happy I'm getting my appetites back.
"Sandwiches sound good." Owen asked walking into the kitchen and getting an ok from me and started making everything.
"I'm starving." I said when Owen came back out with our food and I bit into my sandwich as soon as I was handed the plate.
"I'm glad you're getting your appetite back." Owen said biting into his own lunch and took over looking for something to watch and stopped it on an episode of NCIS.
"Me to." I said.
When we finished our lunch I grabbed our plates, took them into the kitchen and rinsed them off and put them in the dishwasher. I headed back out and saw Owen had made himself comfortable on the couch stretching out and I went and made myself comfortable next to him forcing him more into the couch as I laid my head on his chest.
"You feel cooler baby." Owen said as he kissed my forehead.
"Good I just hope it goes away for good by tomorrow." I told him as I yawned getting a little tired.
"We'll check it before we go to bed for the night. But why don't you nap for a bit." Owen told me as he started rub my arm up and down.
"Sounds like a good plan." I told him getting myself more comfortable on the couch and shut my eyes.
Time must have passed quickly and we were probably still worn out of today's earlier activities, cause when I opened my eyes I saw a sleeping Owen an when I turned and looked at the time on the cable box I saw it was little after 5 and figured time for dinner.
"Hubby you hungry?" I asked nudging Owen to wake up with my elbow until I saw his eyes open.
"What?" Owen asked confused as he was waking up and yawned.
"You hungry?" I asked again as I got up and headed to the kitchen.
"Yeah a little but I can make it baby you don't have to do anything until your 100% better." Owen told me following behind me being sweet and caring as always.
"That's sweet but I'm ok bedside I figure I just make another bowl of soup for the both of us." I told him kissing him on the cheek and feeling it a little warm but I wasn't going to say anything and have him start on saying he's fine.
"Ok baby." He said not putting up a fight as I got the soup and started cooking it on the stove as he got the dishes ready. After the soup was done I poured it into our bowls and began eating.
I was able to finish it all and my stomach wasn't making an attempt to escape, while I saw Owen barely finish his but I know he probably didn't want me to know as he went to put his bowl in the sink.
"Full?" I asked as I walked behind him and put my bowl in the sink.
"Yep I was still full from lunch." Owen told me lying through his teeth.
"Ok." I said not wanting to get into an argument about it as we walked into the living and sat back down to watch some more TV for a couple hours until was about 9 and I wanted to go to bed and get some sleep.
"Baby I'm going to bed." I told Owen who to me looked paler then before as I stood up and headed towards the bedroom causing Owen to follow behind me.
After we both changed and I got into bed Owen grabbed the thermometer and popped it into my mouth as he got comfortable on his side of the bed and waited for the thermometer to beep. When it did I pulled it out and looked at.
"What it say beautiful?" Owen asked looked at me.
"98.6. Fever free." I told him showing him the reading before turning it off and set it on the nightstand.
"That's great baby." He said leaning over kissing me.
"Yep. I have to admit your idea worked." I told him admitting to it.
"See and I didn't even get sick like you said. Night baby." Owen said cockily before kissing me again then laying down and wrapping his arms around me as I laid down to.
"Don't push it. Beside there still a chance you could get sick." I told him yawning and closing, my eyes with the last thing I hear from him is a "yeah right."
The next morning I woke up to the alarm going off and I could feel Owen stir next to me but not moving getting up.
"Come on babe we got work." I told him as I moved to get out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to shower. After getting through my shower I made my way back to our room and saw that Owen was still in bed.
"Owen you will be late!" I said sternly as I went into the closet and looked for what to wear today when I heard a raspy voice.
"Ugh I don't feel so hot and don't say I told you so."
I turned and saw a sweaty pale fiancé looking at me.