A/N: Hello, I am apologizing in advance for the format of this chapter. I ended up typing in Google Docs and pasted it here so it's a bit wonky. All mistakes are mine. This is based off the prompt "Are you thirty-five or five?" Please R&R and enjoy! Thank you!

"Are you thirty-five or five?!" Rosaline exclaimed.

"I don't want to take it," Ben whined.

"Honey, it's just medicine, not poison."

"But it tastes icky," Ben pouted in a way that Rosaline would have deemed adorable if not for the fact that he was frustrating her by not taking the medicine like the grown up he was, or at least should have been.

"Ugh, I married a five year old. Lord help me," she let out an exasperated breath before putting on a nice face and continuing, "I know it tastes icky, honey, but you have to take it so you'll feel better. Can you do that for me please?" Rosaline held the cap up to his lips, an earnest look on her face.

Ben looked at her, mulling over her words. His expression softened a bit, but then he was back to pouting.

"No!" he said and turned his face away from the cap.

"Yes!" she yelled, all pretenses of being nice gone just like her sleep.

"No!" he squirmed around on the bed.

"Benvolio Montague, you will take this medicine! You will drink this, swallow it, and then I will give you ice cream for dessert. Okay?" Rosaline was done playing and decided bribing was the best way to accomplish the task, just for a few minutes of sleep at the least.

Ben looked at her thoughtfully, weighing the deal before he let her guide the cap to his lips and he drank it. A grimace marred his face as the orange pasty taste lingered.

Rosaline sighed in relief. "Thank you."

"Where's the ice cream?" Benvolio said, his blue eyes wide and alert.

She sighed dejectedly.

. . .

Sun streamed into the bedroom in rays of light from the cracks in the curtain, illuminating flying dust particles. Ben slowly opened his eyes, squinting to adjust to the sudden brightness. Once he got his bearings, he became aware of a weight on his head and he turned to his left. Next to him Rosaline was sitting up in bed, uncomfortably slumbering against the headboard, one hand tangled in his hair. He took a moment to just watch her. She must have stayed up all night to take care of him, he surmised. Benvolio felt much better than he did yesterday, not that he could remember much because it was all still a bit foggy. But at least he wasn't achy, hot and cold, and exhausted.

Benvolio eased Rosaline to properly lie next to him with her head comfortably pillowed. The movement jarred her awake with a start. "What's your temperature?"

Benvolio chuckled at her outburst. He moved to get her to lie down once more, whispering, "I don't think I have one anymore."

Rosaline opened her eyes, but quickly shut them again because it was too bright. "What time is it?"

"I know not, but we should sleep some more."

"How do you feel?" Rosaline attempted to get up in her sleepy haze, but Benvolio pulled her back into his arms.

"I'm feeling much better thanks to you."

"Ha, you didn't think so yesterday when you were acting like a petulant child," she murmured.

"I'm sorry, but I don't really remember much from yesterday. I blame ill-ridden delirium. Now I am better and you need to rest since I kept you up all night."

Rosaline tried to sit up again, but her efforts were thwarted once more. "But I need . . ."

"No, Capulet. Stay." he commanded, pulling her closer. "Sleep."

Rosaline was going to fight, but she was half asleep already. Suddenly, her body tensed and she sat up quickly to let out a sneeze. She collapsed back, burrowing into Benvolio's warmth and let sleep overtake her once more.

Benvolio watched his wife sleep, the peaceful steady rise and fall of her chest. Now they would see who the bigger baby was, his sleep riddled mind thought before taking him under.