It had started with a simple cough. No big deal; it didn't seem like anything serious. Two hours later, you started sneezing, and an hour later, you could feel chunks of your breakfast at the back of your throat. Now you were burning up even though you had also lowered the temperature in your house and you felt so lightheaded that you thought you could faint at any moment.
Oh no, you think as you read the thermometer, previously under your tongue. 103.6 °F. There was no way you were going to work or be well enough for date night. Heck, you didn't even feel capable to drive to the airport to pick Tom up like you promised. A tear feel down your cheek, temporary cooling it. Tom was only going to be on break for only a week, and now you had to spend it with the flu.
You take your phone and find your husband's number.
You: Hi my love. Listen, I don't think I'll be able to make it. Code: Flu. :'(
With that, you put your phone down by your side of the bed and took a quick shower. Feeling clean from your cold sweats, you ease back into bed, still worrying about the incoming flight. Two hours later, you heard a car pull up and keys furiously fumbling at the door. It wasn't long until you could hear Tom running up the staircase--taking three steps at a time in long, fast strides--and bursting into your bedroom.
"Okay, I have hot chicken noodle soup waiting for you downstairs. I have thirty other cans waiting in the pantry. I bought ten boxes of saltine crackers and ten of Ritz, in case you wanted one over the other. Luke is bringing in all the bottles of ginger ale. I bought more tea just in case we didn't have enough here. And I might still have three loaves of bread waiting in the car, but Luke can get those, and how are you feeling now?"
Tom always got so protective over you, especially when you couldn't protect yourself. He would go to the ends of the earth if it made you happy, and the case of the common flu was no exception.
"For being sick, not too shabby. I'm not hungry, though, Tom."
"Well, you need to keep up your strength. So you're eating, and that's that." You smile as he whisks off back downstairs. He comes up minutes later with a bowl of soup, a cup of tea, and Ritz crackers on a tray. Accomplished, he sets it down in front of you and kisses your forehead.
"Tom, you'll get sick if you stay here with me."
"I only get a week, and I intend to spend every second of it with my wife. Plus, maybe I can stay longer if I get sick too." And to make his point, he kisses you passionately.
"So Dr. Hiddleston," you say, smiling against his lips, "what is your diagnosis?"
"I would say," Tom replies, grinning back, "that you have husband homesickness, its common symptom being the flu."
"What do you suggest?"
"Well," Tom huskily whispers, pecking you in between phrases, "I was thinking...maybe we can watch some Netflix...have some tea and soup...get some cuddling time in...and while that happens...we can get some rest."
"Sounds like indoor date night to me." He seals it with a final kiss and fetches the TV remote. You chuckle as he puts on The Jungle Book.
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Ten out of ten doctors recommend Disney to help cure the flu."
"Who am I to argue with the doctor?" you joke as he cuddles next to you. He dips the spoon into your soup and feeds you as you wait for Netflix to open.
"Darling, what about Luke?"
"He knows where everything goes, and when in doubt, he can leave it on the counter. He has his own key, so he can lock the house." He picks up a cracker and hands it to you. "Now ssh, the movie's starting."
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A/N: Sorry that it's so short, and sorry that I haven't updated! I have a mid-term exam on Wednesday, so I won't be able to update as frequently until after then. Please bear with me. And again, I am SO sorry!!!!