Disclaimer- If I owned Smallville, then there would be many more scenes involving Justin Hartley's abs.
He came in to find his wife leaning against the refrigerator, with her head resting inside the freezer. Curious, he walked towards her, only to receive no response.
Tentatively he said,"Chloe?"
Her eyes fluttered open at that, although instead of the usually their usually bright green, they were now dull and glassy.
"Ollie?"she murmured,"Sorry, I couldn't hear you, the freezer makes this humming sound inside of it."
"Why is your head in the freezer?"
"It's hot,"she whined.
This confused him, seeing as it couldn't have been more than seventy degrees in their apartment. He reached out a hand and gently laid it on her forehead, checking for a temperature.
"Chloe, you have a fever."
"I know,"she replied sleepily, her eyes closed once again.
"You should go and lay down."
"I can't, I have work to do."
Oliver scoffed at that, considering she wasn't getting any work done with her head in a freezer. Sometimes she was just too stubborn.
"Come on sidekick, let's get you in bed," he told her, trying to gently remove her away from the freezer.
"No."
"Chloe, this is ridiculous, you're sick."
"I'm fine," she mumbled, turning her head so she was further burrowed in the chill of the freezer.
Fine, he thought, we'll just have to do this the hard way.
Carefully placing an arm under her legs he scooped her up bridal style, only to have her whimper in reply.
"Oliver," she protested," It's cold."
"I thought you were hot."
"That was before you took me out of the freezer," she said, burrowing into his chest.
He shook his head, she was definitely sick. Oliver made his way to their bedroom, and slowly placed her on the king sized bed before wrapping the comforter around her. Once again he felt her forehead, startled at the sudden rise in temperature.
"I'm going to go get you some ibuprofen," he said, beginning to go into their adjoining bathroom until her groggy voice called after him.
"No, I can't have ibuprofen."
Oliver furrowed his brow, she had always been allowed to have ibuprofen.
"Why?"he asked.
"The baby," she mumbled.
Oliver blinked: once, twice, thrice.
"What baby?"
Her eyes opened, and she looked at him sheepishly," Oops."
"Oops?" he said incredulously," Oops, what?"
"I was going to tell you later," she said with a sniffle," I went to the doctor yesterday, I'm pregnant. Three weeks."
"Pregnant?"
"Yes."
"With a baby?"
"Yes Ollie."
"My baby?"
At that her pale face scowled," of course!"
"Sorry," he replied in a daze," I'm just... wow."
"Good wow or bad wow?"
He crossed the space over to her and planted a kiss unto her forehead," good wow, definitely good."
She replied with a weak smile," good."
They spent a moment like that, and soon one of Oliver's hand made it's way down to her flat abdomen.
"I'm going to be a Daddy," he whispered with wonderment.
"Yes you are."
A joyful laugh escaped from him, and he place another kiss upon her head, and a sudden thought occured to him.
"If you can't have ibuprofen, then what can you have?"
"Tylenol," she said, her voice muffled by a pillow.
"Is there anything else you can't have?"
"Fish, lunch meat...,"she began.
"Coffee?" he asked.
"Coffee," she grumbled," I'm already having withdrawal symptoms."
"It'll be worth it."
"Yes,"she replied," It'll be worth it."
A/N:L Fluff. Plain and simple.