SOFIA: When Sofia is sick, which rarely happens, she's miserable. She stays in bed all day and sleep. You do everything for her, refusing to let her go around and spread the sickness throughout her apartment. You make sure everything else is cleaned so you don't end up getting sick which she finds amusing and you're happy to be very over dramatic. You were happy to help with her mood. She always hated being sick so anything you could do to make her happy you would do in a heartbeat.
YOU: When you're sick, Sofia instantly turns into a momma bear. Even if she wasn't there with you she would call you. She would do everything and anything to make sure you were okay. She would sometimes be a bit too paranoid even though, freaking out if you sneezed and she knew something was going around. She always make sure you eat healthy so you don't normally get sick.
"Hola mi amor," Sofia said sweetly, leaning over the back of the couch and kissing your forhead. She leaned farther over the kiss your lips, but you quickly covered your face.
"No Belle, I'm sick," your voice muffled from the blanket.
You'd been at home for the past two days, Sofia had been on travel and came back the day before. You were thankful for her but you didn't want to get her sick since she was going to leave again in the next few days. You told her she should go have fun but she wanted to stay with you.
She said something in Spanish that you didn't recognize and when you peeked out from the blanket she was smiling at you. It was probably something about you being cute... hopefully.
She heard the microwave beep and went into the kitchen. She came back with a bowl of soup and sat criss cross next to you.
"C'mon, sit up," she patted your leg. "You need to eat something."
"Sof—" You whined.
You groaned and sat up, sniffling as she smiled. It was contagious and you couldn't help but giggle at her. She tucked some of your hair behind your ear and picked up the spoon.
"You're such a mom," you said. "I feel like your child not your girlfriend."
"Oh shush, you love it," Sofia rolled her eyes and raised the spoonful to your mouth. You sipped it and felt warmth spread through your body. "Besides, I enjoy it."
"Being a mom?" You joked.
"Taking care of you," she giggled. "Being a mom would be enjoyable too."
You smiled and dipped the next spoonful. Sofia as a mom, you thought. She'd be wonderful at it... Wait. Did she just...?
"Yes I said bing a mom would be fun too," Sofia smiled as if knowing what you were thinking. "Why's that so hard to process?"
"I-I well—" you began but cut yourself off. You thought about it. It has been a few years since you two got together. You hadn't really thought about it... Has Sofia...?
"Don't worry about it," she looked down. "I shouldn't have said anything, you're sick and need rest. Don't let this go to your head."
You nodded and leaned over, kissing her cheek. "I love you Sof."
"I love you too Y/N," she smiled.
You pushed the thoughts of having a family with Sofia in the back of your mind. You would wait until you had a clear head to worry about that stuff.
A/N: yes... I just gave away an upcoming imagine...