AN: Me, except for my own personal Kevin.
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By: anybodihearme
Original Uploaded: Thursday, January 26, 2017
"Edd," Kevin called, shaking Eddward slightly. "Edd," he called again, gripping Eddward's shoulder a little more tightly. Eddward groaned before opening his eyes slightly and looking up at Kevin. Kevin smiled and Eddward just groaned before closing his eyes once again. "No," he shook Eddward again. "You must get up and eat." Eddward shook his head and went to roll over before Kevin stopped his actions, hosting him up and propping him up against the headboard. Eddward threw Kevin a dark glare as his stiffened a cough and all Kevin could do was just laugh.
"This is highly unnecessary," Eddward croaked. "All I need is a day in bed and nothing more." Eddward waved his hand at Kevin.
"Is that so?" Kevin chuckled, as he grabbed the bowl of soup off of the bedside table and sat it in Eddward's lap. Eddward's thin pale fingers wrapped around the bowl, taking in the heat of the soup, smiling a bit. "If I was mistaken, you seem more happy about the soup than you're letting on." Eddward rolled his eyes and picked up the spoon and taking a small bite of Kevin's famous homemade chicken soup. After a couple of days of walking around and coughing, Kevin took it upon himself to call the firm Eddward works and inform them that he would be taking the rest of the week off, telling them that Eddward's caught some terrible bug. The firm was more than happy to give Eddward time off since he never took a personal day for as long as he worked there.
Eddward, on the other hand, was more reluctant.
"It's delicious," Eddward squeaked, almost moaning at the relief the warm broth gave his dry and strained throat. Kevin smiled and kissed Eddward on the forehead.
"I know."
"Self-centered much?"
"Just a little."
Eddward chuckled and took another sip of the soup as he laced his free hand with Kevin's and giving it a small thankful squeeze.