Quietly reading your book in one hand, the other hand running through your boyfriend's hair as he lay curled into your side watching you read. You were reading about the history of plague doctors during the Black Death. Skimming through page after page, a particular article caught Sid's attention.
"Charles . That's the grandfather of my father's great great great great great Grandfather's father in law!. The man was famous for his incredible medical skill and well known for roasting idiots. He did everything he could during the great plague. My grandmother's sister has a portrait of him given to me last week. It's around here somewhere."
You watched him carry a large painted portrait of a man dressed in the proper clothing of an English medieval plague doctor. But what stood out the most was the shocking resemblance of heritage between the man in the portrait and Sid. If you didn't know any better, you would've think Sid had a twin.
"He looks just like you!. This must have been painted when he was your age."
You commented, watching Sid's signature smirk become plastered to his face.
"Why thank you m'lady!. That's awfully sweet of you!."
Sid spoke in a fake British accent, pretending to be a bird pecking some bread crumbs.
You shook your head and smiled.
"Come on back to bed, I'm tired. Pleas Sid?."
You whined giving the man puppy eyes. He set the portrait down and threw himself on top of you.
"SID!.."
"I love you too, (Y/n)."
"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight."
