Note: This is the 2nd part to yesterday's fic. Enjoy!
Hetty had been home for a week fighting a cold, which evolved from cold chills, to the sniffles, to a cough. Granger had also spent the week at home taking care of her.
'Feeling better today?' He asked.
'Sigh. Yeah. Maybe in another 2 days I won't feel like hacking up a hairball.' Hetty replied, annoyed.
'Hey, colds happen.'
'Yeah, but having to miss out on fun things because you're recovering is no fun either. Miss Blye and Miss Jones were doing a girls night last night, and they called this morning to tell me what they did last night, and I feel awful for having to miss out because I'm still sick.'
'Yeah, but getting to spend all this time with you this past week has been really nice.' Granger said, trying to lighten the mood.
'Really? I've been shivering, sniffling and hacking all week. How much joy is taking care of a sick old lady there?' Hetty asked.
'Well, if I was sick, wouldn't you want to drop everything to take care of me?'
'Well, yeah.'
'It's tough seeing you like this, but I like taking care of you because I love you. And I'm sure you feel the same about me.'
'Well, yes. I do. Sigh. I'm sorry, I just hate feeling weak, and I know there was somewhere you wanted to go, and you canceled your plans this week to take care of me. Sigh, do you somewhat blame me for your canceled plans?' Hetty asked, gloomily.
'Not at all. Making sure you don't have to go through an annoying cold alone makes the canceled planes worth it.' Granger replied.
'Aw darn it, you're the perfect husband.'
Granger laughed. 'Don't get ahead of yourself. I might have broken one of your dishes last night and was planning on never telling you until you suspected there was a missing plate.'
'That's more like it!'