Lilian reached over, turning off her television before turning to face John.

"Baby, pass me the phone please?"

"Gonna vote for Natalie?"

She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Please, the only one I vote for is Travis."

"Travis?" John made a face. "Isn't he gay?"

She smiled sweetly, reaching over him she grabbed the phone herself. "If he is? Then I'll personally make him straight."

He gasped, smacking her bottom lightly. "You are so wrong! The kids like 20 anyway."

"So..." She shrugged, dialing in the numbers. "He's still legal."

"I'm legal too," he replied with a wink.

"You sure don't act like it," she mumbled.

"Hey! You know, that'll hurt a man." Reaching up, he turned on a lamp that illuminated her living room slightly. "Then pass me the phone, because I'm going to vote for Heidi."

Lilian finished voting and snapped her head up to look at him. "Like hell you are! You are not voting for that horse!"

"Ouch!" He chuckled and grabbed the phone. "Maybe I'll vote for…Benji."

"You would go gay for Benji."

Please tell me you didn't just say that."

She snickered and stretched out, resting her legs in his lap. "Oh, but I did."

"I would not go gay for anyone…especially not him!"

Lilian tilted her head, trying to keep a serious face. "But baby, it'd be hot!"

John groaned and shook his head, playfully pushing her legs off of him. "It would not! The only hot part would be me!"

"Is the ego big enough?"

"No but my..."

She leaned up, clamping her hand over his mouth. "Don't go there, I don't want to hurt your ego by disagreeing."

"You never disagree with my big –"

"JOHNATHON!"

"LILIAN!" he mocked.

She swatted his chest. "I think I'm going to go take a shower."

"You take more showers than anyone I know."

"And that is why I don't stink, unlike you!" She smiled and got off the couch.

He gasped. "I do not stink. I smell perty!"

She groaned softly. "I take it back, you wouldn't turn gay for Benji. You already ARE gay!" Flashing him a sweet smile, she ran up the steps before he could catch her.

"Lilian Garcia I'm going to hurt you for that!" John jumped to his feet, running after her. By the time he reached her bathroom, she already had the water running and was stepping into the steamy water.

"John…baby could you pass me my shampoo?"

He grinned and stripped down before starting to climb in with her.

"Johnathon! I asked for my shampoo, not you, you big dork! Now get." She snickered as he pouted. "Not gonna work, now go." She pushed him lightly, smiling once he climbed out.

He sent her a glare and pulled his clothes back on. "Just for that, I'm going to bed!"

"Sure you are." Leaning out she grabbed her shampoo and blew him a kiss. "Bye bye Johnathon."

Later that night when they had both gone to bed, Lilian woke him up, groaning softly. Groggily, he looked down at Lilian who had her arms wrapped around herself. Her face showed a pained expression, which caused him to sit up and look at her with concern.

"Lily?" He shook her lightly, not wanting to scare her. She twisted around, keeping her hands clenched around her abdomen. Growing worried, he shook her again, forcing her to wake up.

"John," she groaned out before jerking awake.

"Are you okay?"

He barely had time to get his question out before she ran to the bathroom. He caught up with her, pulling her hair back just as she emptied her stomach. John rubbed her back softly and then got her a glass of cold water so she could rinse out her mouth.

After a few minutes, John finally spoke up. "You think you're okay to get up now?" She slowly nodded her head and moved to stand, only to be stopped by him. "Just relax, I've got you." Adjusting her in his arms, he slowly stood up cradling her against his chest. He carried her back to bed, gently laying her down. He leaned over her, pressing his lips to her head. "Lily, you're burning up."

She groaned softly, closing her eyes. "No, I'm fine."

He stood up, walking into the bathroom to wet a washcloth. "No you're not." He murmured, softly placing the cool cloth on her head. "I'm gonna go get you something. What all is hurting?"

"My head and my stomach."

"Alright, just hold on, I'll be right back." He smoothed her hair back and hurried off. Lilian laid back on the pillows, throwing the blankets off. John came back in the room carrying another glass of water and various other things. He set everything down on the nightstand next to her and sat on the edge of the bed. "Baby, you got to keep a blanket on you."

"No, it's too hot," she whispered.

He placed his hand on her forehead and then to her cheeks. "Lilian, you are on fire. You cannot get a chill." He pulled the sheet up to her waist. "Do you think you have the flu?"

"I don't know," she replied slowly. "Maybe I ate something bad."

Nodding his head, John got the medicine ready for her. Placing it on the nightstand for a second, he helped her to sit up. "Alright, let's get this in you then you can lay back down." He used one arm to keep her sitting up as he reached over for the cup. Once the medicine was in her, he helped her to lie back down. Turning the lights off before he joined her.

"John, why don't you sleep downstairs?" She whimpered softly in pain. "Don't want…you getting sick too."

He shook his head, wrapping his arms around her. "Hey, don't go worrying about me. You're the important one right now. And If I get sick? You can play nurse."

His attempt at a joke was rewarded with a small laugh. "Can I sleep?"

"Of course, you don't get more medicine for a few hours, so get some rest."

She quickly fell back asleep, waking up several times throughout the remainder of the night to rush to the bathroom. John was right behind her, trying to comfort and soothe her in any way possible. When morning finally rolled around, Lilian had finally fallen into a deep sleep. John woke up and tried to stay as quiet as possible. When she finally woke up, her normal color had paled. He felt her forehead again.

"We need to get you to a doctor," he said softly.

"No," she groaned, closing her eyes. "No, I'm fine. I just ate something that didn't agree with me."

"You don't have a fever from food poisoning."

"Then maybe I'm pregnant," she murmured sleepily, her eyes fluttering closed again.

Her words washed over him, delaying his reaction for a few seconds. "Lil…you wouldn't have a fever from that either. Now let's go, I'm getting you checked."

"Don't want to. Want to sleep." She snuggled against her pillow, murmuring to herself. "Sleep is good. Oh sleep how I looooove you!"

He shook his head and walked over to her purse. Grabbing her cell he searched through the phonebook, finally finding the doctor's number he dialed. After a few minutes he hung up and walked back over to her side. She looked so peaceful, he almost hated waking her but he had to. "Come on, we have to get you dressed."

She clung to the pillow, whimpering softly. "No!"

Sighing, he sat on the bed. He rubbed her back softly. "Sweetheart, you have to. You need to see a doctor."

She rolled over on her back. "No, I'm fine. I'll be fine. I just need sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleeeeep."

What in the hell did I give you last night? He stood up and walked over to her dresser where he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "C'mon Lily, you can sleep when we get back."

"Mmm?" She buried her face in the pillow.

"Do not make me dress you." He sat back down next to her. "I'm worried about you, okay? Will you please do this? For me?"

She sighed heavily and forced her eyes open. "Fine." With great effort and his help she was up and dressed. "John..." She whined, looking up at him. "My hair's a mess, and I don't have the strength to do it."

Moving to sit behind her, John grabbed her brush, slowly moving it through her blonde locks. "I'm not hurting you am I?"

"No." She leaned her head forward, her eyes fluttering shut once more.

After a few minutes he set the brush down, helped her put on some shoes then lifted her into his arms. He gently placed her in the backseat of the car, figuring this way she could lay down. Once she was fully settled he moved to the driver's seat, started the car and backed onto the street.

"Lilian Garcia?" the nurse called from the doorway.

John helped her stand and they slowly headed to the back. The doctor arrived shortly. "What seems to be the problem?"

Lilian mustered up all of her strength. "I woke up last night throwing up. My head is killing me. My legs ache. My back is throbbing. And because I am here, I cannot go to sleep and relieve my constant exhaustion."

The doctor smiled. "Sounds like somebody has a case of the flu bug." He checked her stats and made sure her throat and ears were okay before sitting back down and facing John. "I want you to make sure she has plenty of fluids in her, and lots of bed rest. I'm sure she'll be fine in a day or two."

They paid the receptionist at the front desk and then returned back to Lilian's house. John helped her change clothes and get her into bed. "You can go back to sleep now. Thank you for going, baby." He leaned down to kiss her cheek.

"Mmhm." She yawned softly, snuggling against her pillows. "You're lucky I love you."

"I know, I know." He sat with her, watching her sleep for a few minutes before heading downstairs.

A few hours later, after the medicine and sleep had kicked in, Lilian slowly made her way down the stairs.

"Oh no, you're going back to bed!"

"But John..." She pouted down at him, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "It's lonely up there."

He grinned softly, making his way over to her. "Which is why I'll come join you." He gently lifted her into his arms and carried her back to bed. "You should be under covers anyway."

"Will you keep me warm instead?" She scooted over, lying in his arms once he joined her.

"Of course I will, but we'll be under covers too." Pressing a soft kiss to her head he pulled the covers back over them. He softly played with her hair, soothing her back to sleep.

Her breathing finally lulled him off to sleep too. They slept for the rest of the afternoon, until both of their empty stomachs woke them up.

"I'll go make you some soup," he said after a few minutes.

"I don't want soup," she protested.

"You never want anything that you need to have."

"I needed those Prada boots."

He chuckled and sat up. "Do you want to eat downstairs then? Would that make it more suitable?" He smiled, picturing her rolling her eyes.

"Yes it would, and I would like to watch a movie too."

"Yes my Queen, and would you like some Swiss Chocolate that has been handmade by the poor sweating children in Switzerland." His voice picked up a thick, Swiss accent. "My name is Olga, yaaah." Lilian giggled and rested her arms around his waist. He winked and climbed out of bed, helping her to her feet. "Think you can walk?"

"Uh uh, I need you to carry me." She batted her lashes and sent him a pout. "Pleeeeease?"

"As you wish." He laughed, carrying her down to the sofa so he could make her the soup. Once dinner was finished, the two cuddled on the sofa, Lilian resting comfortably in his arms, her head against his chest as they watched Rumor Has It. Halfway through the movie the second dose of medicine was starting to kick in and she felt herself dosing off once more.

John smiled down at her, rubbing her back as the rest of the movie played. He reached over, turning the television off and started to move her. She held onto him tighter. "Noo, John don't leave me, John no!"

He frowned and tightened his hold on her. "Baby you're having a bad dream, I'm not going anywhere." He kissed her head softly, rubbing her arms to calm her. "I was gonna move us to the bed, that's all."

"Please don't go," she murmured.

"Lily, wake up, you're fine. I won't leave you."

She opened her eyes, trying to shake the cobwebs out of her head. "John?"

"Yeah? I'm right here, baby. Let's get you back to bed." He lifted her off the couch and headed for the stairs.

Once he laid her in bed, she rolled to her side, draping her arm over the empty space next to her. "What in the hell is wrong with me?" she muttered.

He smiled and laid next to her. "You're sick. You are completely drained. Go ahead and get some sleep, okay?" She nodded and curled up next to him.

She sighed softly, lifting her head up to look at him. "John?"

"Yeah baby?"

"Thank you." At his confussed look she pressed on. "For taking care of me, for loving me, for...well everything. I love you."

He leaned down, brushing a light kiss over her lips. "You don't have to thank me for that, I do it all because I love you. Now get some rest."

She nodded her head, letting the steady beating of his heart lull her back to sleep. Within minutes of her falling asleep, exhaustion won over, and he too fell asleep with her. His arms wrapped tightly around her, his head against her's.