I woke up around 8 AM.
I felt sick.
I groaned and my husband came running into the room.
I sat up, surprised.
"Why aren't you at work?" I asked in confusion.
"And leave you alone? No way." He replied.
I was trapped. He wouldn't leave me alone.
My husband brought me food, some water, insisted I don't drink any coffee today, and even brought me some more blankets.
By noon, he wouldn't stop smothering me.
"This is a stupid reason to take of work…" I grumble.
"What was that? Sick of me being around the house, love?" He said teasingly.
He sat down beside me and pulled me closer. Cuddling on the couch.
He's warm.
I fall asleep before I realize it.
He holds me the entire time.
My husband is weird. But he's mine.