It's currently 2 am and I can't sleep so I figured I'd use this energy towards something productive.

That and pretty soon, I won't be able to stay awake this long as I'll have school so... ugh.

Enjoy the fluffy chapter! :)

Dan's P.O.V.

~~~~~2 Weeks Later - November 2nd~~~~~

The moment I woke up I knew I was in for a rough day.

I'm sick.

I can feel is all already. The stuffy nose, the crust filled and watery eyes, my throat is on fire.

Great, just great.

The groan that emerged from my mouth was involuntary so I couldn't even stop myself if I tried.

Of course, I get sick on a Friday.

"Bear?" Phil's voice broke me from my dreadful thoughts.

Before I could speak, I broke out into a coughing fit. This caused Phil to roll over and sit up, a worry stricken look on his face.

"Are you okay Dan?"

Shaking my head, I groaned again and dug my face into my pillow. "I'm siiiiiick." It was mumbled but I knew Phil could understand what I was saying.

"Let me feel your head babe."

To let him do so, I rolled back over but kept my eyes closed. I felt his cool hand rest upon my hot forehead.

"Baby, you're burning up. I should take you to a doctor." Phil started to get up but I grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Noooooo, I'm sure it's just a cold. I just need some druuuuuugs."

Phil laughed at my long pronunciations of simple words. "I don't know Dan. Your head is on fire." He was worried, I could tell.

"It's probably-" I sneezed. "-just a cold."

He didn't look too convinced.

"Phil," Cough. "I'm fine. I literally have a cold." Cough cough. "And besides, there's really only a few things that'll make me feel better that a doctor can't give me." I hinted.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not following where I was going. "And that is...?"

I rolled my eyes slightly. "Medicine, water and cuddles."

Phil brought his hand up to his chin, as if he needed to think about what I had just said. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. "I think that can be arranged. I'll be right back." And with that, he was up and out of the room.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't really laugh like I wanted to. Every time I tried, I'd start to cough.

Phil returned moments later, a tray in his hands.

"What's all this?" Sniff up.

"You know, some water, juice, some crackers and of course, medicine." He places the tray down.

I smile at him. "Thank you."

"Of course." He climbs back into bed and grabs the TV remote. "Now, any preferences on what to watch? Don't worry, we'll be here allllll day."

My smile grew but I shook my head. "Nope, you choose. As long as I get my cuddles, I'm a happy sick person."

Phil laughed and nodded his head, eventually landing on the newest episode of this TV show we've been watching.

I took the medicine, with great difficulty obviously cause pills, with a large gulp of water. Placing the tray on the nightstand, I pull the cover up higher to my chin and snuggle myself into my husband's warm embrace.

With a content sigh, I mumble. "See? I'm feeling better already."

I couldn't see it but I could sense Phil's smile. What I did feel though is his lips on my head, giving me a kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you too Phil."

Just a filler cause why not? We don't get too many domestic moments... I guess that's kind of my fault though so whoops?

I hope you enjoyed! See you soon with the next one!

Bye guys :)