A/N: I ended up adding on to that short Lena bit from Chapter 6. I PROMISE that she'll get a real chapter, hopefully soon; I have the perfect subject/illness for her with all of the Stef caretaking/Moms things...ooh, and one with just Mariana, I've realized that she doesn't have one yet. Now, that my writing mojo is back in mostly full-swing, I'm hoping to crank out a bunch of these.

Lena - cold (continuation of Chapter 6)

Thursday

"Hey, guys. Pizza's here," Stef announced as she walked in the front door with two boxes in her arms.

Jesus was the first one downstairs. "I'll get those, Mom."

"Why, thank you."

He took them in to the kitchen. Mariana and Callie set their homework aside.

"Is Mama upstairs?"

"Yeah. She seemed beat," Mariana said as she followed her sister to get some food.

"I'm gonna go check on her. There better be some pizza left when I get back, or so help me..." she threatened, knowing it was every person for themselves when it came to meals.

Stef climbed the stairs and pushed her bedroom door, which had been left ajar. She found her wife sleeping, snoring.

Stef walked over to the bed and observed Lena's features. Eyebrows furrowed, exhaustion clear under her eyes. She hadn't slept well all week, despite taking medicine at bedtime. Compounded with being busy preparing for parent/teacher conferences, her ailing body now finally surrendered to rest.

Stef kissed Lena's hairline and cleared her nightstand of used tissues and bottles of medicine. After leaving their bathroom, she heard her wife begin to stir.

"Mm...Stef?"

"No, no, no. Go back to sleep, honey," Stef practically begged, pissed that she was awake.

"Hi."

"Hi, love. Did you enjoy your lunch?"

"It was great. I loved it."

Stef could only smile.

"Did you bring pizza home?"

"As promised. How are you?"

"I think I'm dead. Is this what it's supposed to feel like?"

"Maybe, when you're sick and running on fumes for most of the week. You're not going in tomorrow, right?" she asked, prepared to fight her on this.

"Ugh, no. I already talked to Monte. I'm off the hook."

"Glad to hear it."

Lena began to cough and only stopped when Stef got her some water.

"That, not so much." She felt the brunette's forehead and cheek. "You have a fever."

"I just need some rest. I'll be fine come Monday."

"Of course you will. Some TLC will do you good. Can I get you anything?"

"No," Lena replied, lying back down.

"Sleep, babe. I'll make sure everyone keeps the noise down."

"Alright." She closed her eyes.

Stef left her to join her brood for dinner where pizza awaited her.

THE END

A/N: I can almost picture an exhausted Lena saying, "I think I'm dead. Is this what it's supposed to feel like?" It makes me chuckle.

Okay, so, the truth is, I have like no other installments completed besides Callie and Stef (they're my faves, I can't help it), so, I'm gonna post another Callie one. But I can't decide which one, so, go to my profile and vote until Wednesday, 12/7. Let me know! :)