"I wish you'd let me come with you," David sighed, shaking his head as leaned forward to take a damp washcloth from Erica's forehead.
"Why so you can listen to Joe tell me that I have the flu," She tossed back at him, trying to keep her tone firm despite the teasing smile that played at the edge of her lips.
"I'm sorry if I'm worried," He teased shaking his head at her, "You're only my fiancée. It's only seven days before we leave for Rio to get married and you haven't been out of bed in three days."
"You u like me in bed," She tossed back, her voice light and playful, despite the fact that her head felt like it was going to bust and her stomach spun in circles.
"Yes, but that's when I'm in it with you," He laughed, leaning down to drop a kiss on her lips, "I just want you better, Erica."
"I know," She replied, finally serious, "And I love you for it. I'll go see Joe like a good girl." She told him, through a sly smile.
"Thank you, and you'll call me as soon as you're done?" He ordered playfully.
"Aye, aye captain," She tossed back with a mock salute and smile.
He shook his head and leaned down to place another kiss on her lips, "I love you."
"I know," She laughed, eyes twinkling back at him.
"I'll see you later," He laughed shaking his head as he pushed himself up from the bed.
She nodded and blew out a sleepy yawn, rolling over onto her side as she pulled the covers over her.
He stopped in the doorway, giving her one last look over his shoulder. She could joke all she wanted, but that didn't make him worry any less. She'd had this flu on and off for the past three weeks and for the past week she'd hardly been able to keep anything down, and slept most of the day. It took him threatening to call off the wedding to get her to make an appointment with Joe.
