A/N: Can you imagine Boruto being a big baby when he's sick? You don't need to, because that's basically what this chapter is. LOL. Enjoy!

We don't own Naruto/Boruto.

When Boruto awoke the next morning, he muttered one curse after the next between his chattering teeth. He felt awful, so cold and alone. Sarada wasn't there. She should have been in bed next to him like she always was, where he could sleep with his arm around her and feel the swell of her belly that continued to grow. If it hadn't been for how horrible he felt, Boruto was sure he wouldn't have slept at all. Even though he had, he felt exhausted, his throat was sore again, worse than before and he was so cold.

Truth be told, it was rare that Boruto ever got sick. That made him all the more depressed about it and unable to understand. There was no reason for this sickness and it prevented him from being with his princess which was unacceptable. He rolled over on his side and stuck his hand out from under the covers to grab his phone off the nightstand. Once he had it, he buried himself under the covers completely and checked the time on his phone.

It was early and doubtful Sarada was awake. It was also a weekday and he thought she may try to leave him for work. The whole situation was horrible. He hated it. The fever was back so maybe he needed to find that medicine he had been taking and maybe have a bath. He felt much better after that the night before and he couldn't take this sickness anymore.

He sent her a good morning text with a kissy emoji and then got out of bed, but not without taking the whole comforter with him. It felt even colder when he left the bedroom and started making his way through the house, body shivering with every other step. In the kitchen, he found the medicine, but there were lots of different kinds and he had to read the labels before he finally found the fever reducer.

After taking two pills and drinking a glass of water, Boruto grumbled one complaint after the next on his way back upstairs. A bath would do, but first, he had to see her. The guest room was at the end of the hallway and Boruto slowly and silently pushed the door open to peer inside. Sarada was curled up on the small bed, cuddled up to something that wasn't him. For a second, he forgot about the cold and pushed the door open further to walk in.

There was a long body pillow that her arm and leg were laying over, her pretty pink lips parted just slightly as she breathed. She was sleeping so well and looked so peaceful. It wasn't fair. He didn't like it, even though he really did. She was so cute, he had to like it. However, it should have been him that she was holding onto like that. This pillow hadn't even existed, he was sure of it. He would have known!

Boruto padded closer to the bed and glared at the pillow stealing his princess. Not in his house. "Sarada," he called, voice so hoarse it was barely audible. It hurt his throat to even attempt to speak, but he cleared his throat weakly and tried again, "Sarada." It was still weak, but enough for him to be heard.

She stirred a bit, but only to cling on to the body pillow more and snuggle her cheek into it. That pillow should have been his chest.

Boruto almost stomped his foot, nearing a tantrum. "Sarada!" He called even louder, groaning at the achy burn it caused his throat. Oh, he was definitely on the verge of death… and she was clinging to not him.

Sarada stirred some more, groaning by the tiniest bit. "Five more minutes…" she mumbled before going back to sleep.

"No." Boruto tried to say, but his voice failed him and he huffed in frustration, leaning over to nudge her shoulder. "Get up." The words came out this time, though they were broken and he was keenly aware of how he sounded nothing like himself.

"Borutoooo," she whined, and tossed her hand around, trying to swat him away. "It's not… morning yet."

"Yes, it is morning, fuck. And you… with the pillow, letting me die!" He did stomp his foot then, mainly because his words were dying in his throat more than they were coming out and he sounded like he was already one foot in the grave.

Finally, her eyes started blinking open. Sarada squinted at him, no doubt still blind from sleep and her glasses were still on the bedside table next to her. "Who's dead?" She mumbled, half asleep.

Boruto pointed to himself. "Me. Almost!" He really hated when he was trying to be loud and it was coming out as a whisper.

Sarada groped around for her glasses, knocking over the pair to the floor, along with her face mask. "Oh no."

Groaning, Boruto bent over and swiped her glasses so he could hand them over. "The hell… pillow for?" He couldn't even argue about this woman stealing pillow properly and he was about to snap.

Finally, the world and her angry fiancée came into her view. Sarada sat up but dragged her body pillow closer to her to squeeze it. "I couldn't sleep last night, and I was talking to my uncles. They came by around three in the morning to give me this."

Those bastards. "I beg your pardon," Boruto hissed and scowled at the way she held on to the pillow. "You don't need… stupid."

Gazing at the facemask on the floor and then back at Boruto, Sarada leaned a little farther away and brought the pillow up to cover her nose and mouth, hiding and hugging her pillow a little tighter. "I couldn't sleep without you, okay? I need my sleep…"

"You shouldn't!" Boruto shook his head and whimpered at how badly his throat ached. "I see what this is…"

Sarada dropped the pillow and frowned at him. "What?" She asked him to hand her the face mask, extending her hand out for him. "Do you still have a fever?"

Boruto handed over the face mask, disappointed in himself for not thinking about it. "Yes! I'm dy...ing. And you… stupid pillow!" His lower lip was poking out so far and his blue eyes were as watery as his throat was achy. "Get rid of it."

She put on the facemask and put the pillow away. She crawled over to him and felt his forehead. Although the mask obstructed the view of her lips, the way her brows furrowed together, he knew she wasn't happy. Her tongue clicked and she picked up her phone. "I'm calling Mama. Your fever hasn't died down." She completely ignored his request to get rid of the pillow!

"I took medicine. Give me pillow."

She held up a finger as she texted away, probably telling Sakura to come over to have a look. "Are you coughing? What else do you feel? Do you have a cold? What did you take and how many?"

Again. Ignoring what he was saying about that stupid princess stealing pillow.

"Throat. Hurts. Fever. Two pills. Hand me that damn pillow or else." She wasn't going to ignore him. Not a chance. Not anymore.

She nodded and texted that to her mom and then held on to his wrist, dragging him out of the guest room and back to their bedroom. "Go back to bed, I'll make you tea. Where's Cookie?"

"No bed! No tea! No Cookie!" Boruto fussed, shaking his head. "Pillow!"

Sarada was glaring at him now. "What do you mean? Where did you put Cookie?" Her concern for the dog, more than him was upsetting him even further. And she kept on hedging away from giving him the damn pillow.

"She's in bed." Boruto rolled his eyes and turned away from her, stalking back out of the bedroom. He would go get that damn pillow and get rid of it now. Sick or not, she couldn't stop him.

Halfway into the hall, Sarada sprinted back up the stairs to stop him. "Where are you going?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "I said get back to bed. Mama will be here in an hour to give you a check-up."

"Something to take care of." He muttered, keeping on his way. Sarada caught him only when he was inside the guest room, discarding the comforter in favor of getting that stupid pillow and carrying it to the window. Boruto pulled the window open and dangled the pillow out.

"NO!" Sarada screeched, pulling her pillow out of his grasp and holding on to it possessively. "Don't you dare touch my pillow!"

"What about your man?" He glared at her, pulling the pillow back away from her. "This shitty pillow can't take care of you. Can it?"

Sarada scowled. "You're being unreasonable!" She took a good hold and plucked it out of Boruto's hands and back into her arms. "This fever is making you delirious."

"Fine! Have your stupid pillow! See if I care!" Boruto sulked angrily and left her with her new lover, stomping his way out of the guest room.

Sarada stood there in the room, gaping at him. She threw the pillow down onto her temporary bed and followed him out. "What is your problem? Just because you're sick doesn't mean I'm going to tolerate you being a jerk!"

"Me? You're the one who'd rather have a pillow. So have your damn pillow. I'm out of here!" He knew he was being a little ridiculous, but his feelings were hurt. He was so sick but all she cared about was her pillow. He went back into the bedroom and to the closet so he could find some clothes.

"What does the pillow have to do with anything?" Her voice was getting louder, right on his heels. "That shirt doesn't even fit you anymore." Sarada was seething.

Boruto flung the shirt aside and whirled around to glower at her. "Now you're calling me fat?!" The audacity…

Sarada ground her teeth. "I wear that to sleep!" They were shouting now, their voices bouncing off the walls and reverberating back into their bodies. "What is wrong with you?" She closed her eyes and tried desperately to calm down, taking a big breath. "I lack sleep, haven't had my coffee, and now this." Releasing a sigh she looked at him and willed her features to calm down. "Please go back to bed. I'll make you tea while we wait for Mama."

"I said I am leaving," He said adamantly. "You have your precious coffee and your too big pillow and forget about me so I can just die already."

"Don't you dare," her voice was low, and gone was her calm. Sarada was infuriated and her shoulders started shaking. "You promised me you'd never leave me."

Boruto slammed the closet door closed and turned back to her, hating how she could make him feel guilty as if this was all his fault. "Fine!" He couldn't even leave peacefully. "I'm going to take a bath then."

It was a good thing she tried to stop him, or he really would have been upset.

The guilt didn't really hit him fully until he was in the bath. When it did, he cursed himself for everything he could, knowing he was in the wrong and needed to apologize to her. His fever was beginning to ease and his mind cleared. Surely if he hadn't had such a high fever he would have never acted like that.

By the time he got out of the bath, he felt a lot better. He wasn't cold or hot, just comfortable enough. Boruto hurried to dry himself off and wrapped his towel around his waist. Before anything else, he needed to find Sarada and tell her he was sorry and the pillow was probably better for her than he was.

Boruto walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where he assumed she would be, halting at the entrance when he spotted her there with her parents. Blue eyes widened at the sight and he could only imagine the shit Sasuke was talking because his hormonal fiancée had more than likely laid it all out in the open.

Making a strategic retreat—especially considering his attire or lack thereof—Boruto hurried up the stairs and into the bedroom, closing the door silently. This wasn't good at all and he almost wished he wasn't feeling better at this moment. His body felt better at least, but his mind was in utter turmoil. He really messed up.

It was only up to him to save himself and prove that he wasn't as horrible as they may think, so Boruto got dressed right away, putting on sweatpants and a sweatshirt even though it was summer. Sarada would be happy.

Downstairs, he found them still in the kitchen, and just as expected, Sasuke had a thing or two to say about his actions.

"I thought you were dead," Sasuke smirked, to which Sakura flicked his ear.

"Shush, Sasuke-kun." The doctor walked up to Boruto, pressing the back of her hand on his forehead. Sakura clicked her tongue. "Not as bad as I thought but you still have a fever." She led him to the dining area to sit down and brought her bag over.

"I took medicine about an hour ago… and had a bath. I'm feeling better now." Boruto told her as he sat still and watched her rummage through the bag. He really hoped she didn't have a shot in there.

Sakura hummed and asked a few more questions, to which either he or Sarada would answer. His fiancée was now sitting on the chair next to him, wearing her facemask. Sasuke stood next to Sakura, silently watching her work.

"What have you been taking? Have you been around anyone sick lately?"

"Just fever reducers. I'm not sure… Mitsuki did have a cold recently, but I don't remember him ever having a fever."

Sakura nodded and wrote it down, using a stethoscope to listen to his heartbeat and his lungs. "You don't have a cold?"

"I was fine. I went running, came home and… showered. I woke up sick. That was it, I was perfectly healthy before bed." It didn't even make sense. "I got a fever and a sore throat soon after. My voice comes and goes…"

A small kit was pulled out of her bag and she told him to open his mouth to take a swab. Boruto complied, wanting to get this over with, find the cause, and hopefully get better soon. Once that was done, Sakura put it in the tester and rummaged through her bag again, pulling out a small bottle of pills… and a syringe.

"W-w-what are you pulling that out f-for?" Boruto leaned back away from her, eyes wide in fear.

"In case I'm right," Sakura mumbled before going back to the test and reading the result. Her green eyes brightened. "And it looks like I am." She grinned and put on a pair of gloves. "I'll need you to pull your pants down, please."

"What?" Boruto and Sasuke both asked at the same time. Then Boruto repeated, "what?! No, ma'am. You are not sticking that thing in my ass."

"It's not painful at all," Sakura smiled. "And you'll feel better a lot sooner. You want to get better, right?"

"It will hurt," Boruto whined. "Fine, but in the arm."

Sakura shook her head. "Sorry, it can't go in your arm. It would have been my first option as well," she giggled. She was enjoying this too much. Boruto never knew her to be such a sadist.

"Are you sure?" Boruto pouted, but he got up from his seat as Sasuke made himself scarce. Just the thought of getting a shot in his ass was terrifying, but he did want to be better and take his princess back from the pillow. "Boxers too?" This was so much more humiliating considering it was Sarada's mom and not just any old doctor.

"Yes, please," Sakura got the syringe ready, pulling the cap off and flicking it a few times. "It won't hurt, I promise. Right, Sarada?"

Sarada cringed. "Uuuhh… right." She gave Boruto an apologetic smile.

Boruto knew that was a lie, but he steeled his nerves and hooked his thumbs in his waistbands, pushing his bottoms down just below his backside. "Take it easy, please."

"Just relax," Sakura's voice was soothing. And as if on cue, Sarada moved closed to him to hold his hand. "Don't tense up now, or it'll be pinchy."

Boruto squeezed Sarada's hand and took a deep breath, staring at those beautiful obsidian eyes that he loved so much to keep himself distracted. The injection was painful, the feel of the medicine going in more so than the actual shot. Somehow he managed to keep from tensing up and breathed a sigh of relief once it was over. He survived. Somehow. He made it.

"What a cute butt," Sakura muttered, an amused smile on her face as she put the used syringe away. "See? It wasn't painful, right?"

"It hurt so bad!" Boruto whimpered, rubbing his now sore bottom before pulling his pants and boxers back to his waist.

Sarada squeezed his hand and grinned behind her mask. "At least it's done now."

"So I'm better? No more fever? You can come back to bed with me…" he looked between Sarada and Sakura hopefully.

"You should be better in around 48 hours," Sakura was now packing up, and handed him a bottle of pills. "Take one twice a day and you can suck on these if your throat hurts," she slid over a pack of candy looking things meant for sore throats. "Sarada, darling, best you observe and keep your mask on. I don't want you risking your pregnancy. Are you still taking your vitamins?"

"I am," she nodded. "I still have to sleep in another room?"

"Best for now, darling."

"E-even if I wear a mask?" Boruto asked, wanting to find any way to get Sarada back to her rightful place at night. With him.

Sakura's eyes softened. "I wouldn't risk it."

Boruto was crushed. He knew she was right and he certainly didn't want his pregnant fiancée to get sick because of him, but he also didn't want her to want that pillow more than him. He wanted to be her pillow.

"I understand." He nodded in agreement, ignoring his depression. "Thank you for coming. What do I owe you?"

"Nothing." Sakura waved her hand and grinned. "Perks of marrying into a family with a doctor. Call me if you need anything, okay? Sarada, tell me his fever progress until tomorrow."

"I appreciate it, but I would prefer to pay you for your work." Even if he had taken a shot in the ass, Sakura was only doing her job—a job she was paid to do. She wasn't going to accept any money from him though. "I should continue to take the fever reducers whenever I get the fever?"

"Just take the pills I gave you, and you should be fine soon. The fever should go away by later or tomorrow, but your sore throat may continue for a week. Let's see first."

"Thank you again… I'm sorry to be so much trouble." Boruto said with a small smile. "I'll head back up to the bedroom and quarantine myself."

"I'll tuck you in," Sarada stood up to follow him but came back to give her mother a kiss on the cheek before going back upstairs with Boruto.

Boruto sulked with every step he took. His ass didn't hurt half as bad as his heart did and guilt was still gnawing at him. As he got into bed, he thought deeply about the right way to apologize to Sarada for being such a jerk, but he didn't think anything would be good enough. She was too good to him, tucking him in just like she said she would… and she didn't even look mad.

"I'm sorry, Princess," He told her, voice barely a whisper and not because it was hoarse.

"It's okay," she whispered, pulling the other quilt over him. "Just focus on getting better."

"And then you will come back to me?"

"I'm not leaving, Boruto. I never left. I'm just down the hall."

"But… the pillow…" he frowned, pouting yet again.

"What about the pillow?" Sarada asked, genuinely confused. "It was a gift."

"You only need it until you can sleep with me again though. Right?" He asked softly. "I guess that's not so bad… I do want my girl to sleep. If not you're way too grumpy."

Sarada hummed. "Yeah, I guess. It does help me sleep better."

"I help you sleep the best though." He smiled much easier then, blinking up at her with a calm expression. He finally felt a lot better, both physically and mentally.

She stroked his cheek and smiled at him softly. "Of course you do."

"You take such good care of me. But I like it best when I take care of you…" he leaned into her touch and sighed softly. "I love you."

"I do miss you taking care of me." Sarada giggled. "I love you too, Boruto." She kissed his forehead through the mask and stroked his hair before getting up on her feet. "I'll bring you some tea if you haven't fallen asleep yet."

He nodded, wishing he could really kiss her. Just a kiss and he'd be happy. "Okay. I think I will get back to that new show so I'll be up for a bit. Take your time."

"Okay, love." Sarada closed the door silently behind her.

With nothing else to do, Boruto got the remote and turned on the series he'd started the day before. It at least was able to capture and hold his attention, keeping his occupied as much as he could be. He kept himself bundled under the covers, just as she had tucked him in. Laying there all warm and comfy made him sleepy, but he tried to fight it and watch his show. He missed Sarada. He missed being healthy. He missed feeling good and he knew he would suffer through a thousand more shots in his ass to get back to normal.

For him, and for her.

Soon, Sarada returned with tea and Boruto managed to stay awake long enough to drink it and thank her again for putting up with him and taking care of him too. He really did owe her for it and knew he would have fun spoiling her once he was back to full health. He loved Sarada and would do anything for her, but he was human and sometimes he made mistakes just like everyone else. Luckily for him, Sarada loved him anyway. For better or for worse, they were in this together and that was how a real relationship was meant to work.

They had to take care of each other, love each other even at their worst, support each other when they needed it most and forgive each other whenever they did something as foolish as getting jealous over a pillow. Was he dramatic? Hell yeah, he was, but that wasn't going to change and Sarada knew. She understood him, she knew him and his ways, even if she did get upset, he knew she would forgive him and give him a chance to make things right.

And he would. He always would.

A/N: Boruto is a ridiculous idiot... Sarada's ridiculous idiot. Lol!

Tyy and I had so much fun writing this chapter. Little couple squabbles to keep things real. haha! Thank you for all your support!

Cheers,

Kairi and Tyy