Victoria lay there in bed, sneezing and coughing. She sniffs, and holds her pillow in her arms.
Joy comes in, with a tray of soup and crackers.
'Victoria, baby, don't sniffle. You'll get a sore throat.' She hands her the tray, and reaches to the tissue box nearby grabbing a tissue to hand to Victoria. Victoria thanks her, her voice a bit rasp from all the coughing she's done. She was grateful Joy was there to take care of her. Victoria eats her soup, and looks up at Joy, smiling.

'I'm glad you were here to take care of me, dear.'

Joy smiles as she adjusts the pillow for Victoria. 'Babe, it's what couples do. We take care of our significant others.'

Victoria smiles, 'But, it's so sweet. Really…I couldn't ask for any more.'

Joy smiles, and before she leaves the room, she turns and says, 'Get some sleep babe. It will do you some good.'

She hated when she was sick because it revealed her vulnerable side. She knew how much of a baby she was when sick. Joy came in, cheered her up, brought her soup, and told her stories of her uneventful day. That alone seemed to cheer her up, but she wished that she wasn't stuck in bed, bored because she was told by Joy and her doctor to stay inside and nothing but simple foods. Which Victoria hated with a passion. Victoria if she wasn't so stuffed up, she would have slept. But this cold was being impossible, her fever and stuffy nose made it almost impossible for her to think, and it didn't help with the amount of antibiotics and other medications. She couldn't even be near their baby, who hadn't had her shots yet. So on a rainy Sunday, she was stuck inside, sick and miserable. Joy had been sick the week before; she had given it to Victoria, who gave it to Sadie, who was also sick in bed simultaneously. At the same time as that, Joy had to take care of Alexandra, and nurse Victoria and Sadie back to health. Victoria eats a few bites of the soup, before setting it down on her nightstand. Joy was right, she should try and sleep. But she couldn't. Her nose stuffy made it impossible for her to sleep. She could hear Sadie coughing in the nearby bedroom. Sighing, she picks up the bowl of soup attempting to finish eating it. As she eats, Joy enters the room.

'You're still unable to sleep, aren't you, sweetheart?'

Victoria nods, and says, 'I'm too stuffed up to sleep.'

Joy frowns. She hated when Victoria was sick, she wanted so desperately to hold her and comfort her, but she had just gotten over it herself and didn't want it again. Plus, she had to worry about Alexandra who hadn't had her shots yet.

Victoria sets the empty bowl down, and she takes her temperature. Good, she thinks to herself, her fever was gone. Maybe now she could finally get some shut eye. Lying down, she closes her eyes, finally falling asleep. Joy stands at their bedroom door, watching her sleep.

She smiles, and walks in to pick up the empty bowl, and exits, leaving Victoria to rest. She really needed it.

Hours later, she returns, finding Victoria awake.

'How are you feeling dear, any better?'

Victoria nods. 'I'm feeling better, how is Sade, is she feeling any better?'

Joy smiles and replies, 'She's asleep.'

Victoria smiles lovingly. She knew Sadie hated being sick with this cold just as much as she did.

'I hate feeling like shit, stuffed up and can't even cuddle with my wife or play with the baby.'

Joy nods sympathetically. 'I know babe, I want to hold you too. I hate seeing you like this…miserable.'

Victoria sighs, and adjusts her pillow to sit up. 'That thought comforts me greatly, please know that.'

Joy smiles, 'I knew it would cheer you up. Now, why don't you rest a bit, and I'll bring some juice by.'

Victoria grins. 'You know, I'd like that a lot.'