Sick days
A guest asked for a oneshot of Emma and Henry being sick and watching a movie on the sofa together.
"Tissue?" Emma snuffled, offering the box to her son. He nodded gratefully, taking a few out of the box.
"Oh not this." Henry groaned as the person on the TV announced that miracle on 34th street would be coming on next.
"What? You don't like that movie? It's a classic!" Emma responded, before a coughing fit interrupted her. She curled up further into the quilt she and Henry were sharing on the couch when it was over. "Besides, your grandma left the remote over beside the TV and I don't know about you but I'm not getting up just to change the channel."
"Fair point." Henry mumbled. He hated the movie but he wasn't sure he could get up without taking a dizzy town.
"Maybe with my expert commentary you'll realise what a wonderful movie it is." Emma said, gently nudging him.
"Yeah, if you can make it through more than a couple of sentences without coughing." Henry said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Haha very funny. Next time your hot water bottle needs refilled you're doing it yourself." Emma joked as the adverts finished and the movie began. Henry groaned again, settling his head back against the couch.
"I think I'll take this chance to nap." He told her. Emma wanted to keep him up as it was one of her favourite Christmas movies, but she knew the cold was keeping him up at night and a nap would do him some good."
"Suit yourself kid." Emma told him, settling back to enjoy the movie…unaware that by halfway through she'd be sleeping herself.