"In sickness and in …"

Miranda came home later that night and found her bedroom in complete darkness and some kind of non identified object on the bed. She got closer, turning the light of her bedside table on. She then poked the mountain of covers and received a moan as an answer, another poke, another moan.

"Please go away, let me die in peace." Andy said almost in a whisper.

"How are you feeling?" Miranda asked taking the covers off of her head.

Andy lazily looked over Miranda. "Like shit, I think I won't make through the night."

"You should drop journalism and try a career on soap operas" Miranda said walking over Andy's side. "You have a talent to act drama like no one."

"Miranda, you as my partner should take care of me, spoil me, and not make fun of my sickness."

Miranda shook her head to such exaggeration. "Sorry, are you feeling any pain?"

"Yes" Andy´s voice was low and emotional.

"Where?" Miranda asked already knowing the answer.

"All over, everything aches, I'm telling you I'm dying" Andy closed her eyes, breathing heavily to emphasize her statement.

"Andrea, it's just a flu, not the plague, you will be fine in a few days. Did you take plenty of liquids today?" Miranda asked, sitting on the bed close to Andy.

"Not much, I was too tired to go to the kitchen."

"Then why didn't you ask Joanna or one of the girls to bring it to you?"

"Because the phone was too far away and the twins came here with Ziploc bags over their heads asking if it wouldn't be better for me to move to the 4th floor while I'm in the contagious stage of my disease and when I made a move to go after them, they ran away screaming." Andy was trying not to laugh at her stepdaughters' attitude.

Miranda failed miserably in hiding a grin. "God, you 3 deserve each other, you know that?" She said putting her hand over Andy's forehead, "did you eat something?"

"No, I'm not hungry"

"Christ you must be really sick then" Miranda faked a surprise face, as she looked for the thermometer on a pile of used tissues on Andy´s bedside table, she, then, took a clean tissue to get to the thermometer, putting it under Andy's arm.

"This is not funny Miranda, I feel really bad. And don't make that face over my tissues!"

"I'm not making any face, it's just unpleasant to look at it," she was saying trying to look neutral. "Why don't you just put it on the trash?"

"Because I can barely breathe, imagine walk." Andy said taking another tissue and blowing her nose, just to provoke Miranda that, of course, shook her head, rolling her eyes at the scene.

"Do you want me to make some chicken soup for you?" Miranda offered.

Andy looked at her wife like she had grown 2 heads and put her hand on the elder's woman forehead, "ok I think you must be burning in fever now. You are delirious. You?" Andy pointed to her, "cooking for me?" she pointed back to herself.

"Don't be silly, I've cooked for you a million times already."

"I'm sorry, you must be talking about my twin sister then," Andy said laughing, but started to cough immediately.

Miranda took the thermometer from under her arm, "You still have a fever, I'm going to get your medicine to make it go down, then I'll bring something for you to drink and warm the soup Joanna already made for you."

"See, you would trick me pretending you cooked, shame on you," Andy said shaking her head but opening a smile, "I'm not hungry, really, I would rather you stayed here with me, but If you stay here you might get sick too."

"I never get sick Andrea, my immune system is quite impressive." Miranda said standing from the bed walking out of their bedroom.

After almost an hour, Miranda was already in her nightgown after a shower. She had given Andy her medicine and made her eat some of the soup. She had also made Andy change her shirt as the other one had gotten soaked when the medicine and the hot soup started to make her fever go down by making her sweat.

Miranda got under the covers and Andy invited herself into her arms. Andy cuddled with her, feeling immediately comfy.

"Miranda, can you read something for me?" She asked making the famous puppy dog eyes.

"Dear Lord, not even the girls are like that when they get sick." Miranda replied, rubbing Andy's lower back.

"Miranda, it's just that you reading for me will make me sleepy, anything you read will do it."

"How interesting to be aware that my voice can bore you that much." Miranda said in her usual ice tone.

"Oh God, you know what I mean, but we can do other things that will make me feel better and will make me sweat and will make my fever go down faster for sure." Andy offered the solution not feeling like dying anymore.

"You're unbelievable and you don't have a high fever anymore, you were dying not even half an hour ago and now you want to have sex?"

"It's your choice, read or make love." Andy was already nibbling on Miranda's neck in case her predilection choice was not totally understandable by now. "I know a place that will be ridiculously hot, more than usual and you will love it" Andy proposed with a husky voice.

Miranda whimpered but couldn't let Andy win. "I choose sleep and so do you." She ended the conversation with Andy murmuring something Miranda couldn't quite understand but for sure was not something happy. A few minutes later both were peacefully asleep.

-2 days later-

Andy stepped into their bedroom after saying goodnight to the twins and found Miranda coming out of the bathroom coughing and with a red noise. Andy walked to her and brought her into a comfort hug.

"Hi my love, how are you feeling?" Andy asked Miranda, never breaking the embrace.

"Terrible, I feel like dying," Miranda answered making Andy giggle on her neck.

"You will live, Mrs. 'My immune system is quite impressive,' that I adore." Andy said mocking the words Miranda said not long ago.

Miranda tried to walk away but Andy didn't allow her, tightening the grip around her waist and both ended smirking in each other´s neck.

"Come to bed, I will take care of my sick wife," Andy took her hand leading to their bed.

"You better because this is your entire fault, so be ready to provide all of my wishes" Miranda enlightened her.

"Sure" Andy agreed "I will start feeding and giving you your medicine" she finished placing a kiss on Miranda´s forehead.

"Don't forget you have to read for me or else" Miranda said getting comfortable under the covers making a wicked face.

"You're so bad" Andy said opening the door with a happy grin.

"Oh and since I'm sick because of you, the Book is in your office so you can check it for me" Miranda informed Andy making her smile fade from her face instantly. She closed the door behind her muttering something and leaving Miranda now with a very happy grin.

Fin.