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The keys clatter gracelessly into the bowl where Biana drops them, and she hip-checks the door closed behind her, humming absentmindedly. Somewhere throughout the day a few strands of hair had pulled loose from her, albeit messy anyway, bun, leaving a few tickling hairs to coil around her forehead and get in her face as she leans against the front-hall table to kick off her sneakers. Biana huffs up at the hairs to blow them away, but it doesn't really do anything besides push them around before they settle back into place. Rolling her eyes, she stands back up and stretches, her back popping as she rolls her shoulders back with a small grimace.
Well, that's a bit better at least.
"Sophs, I'm home Sweetheart!"
There's a weird grumbling sound from the living room and she shrugs her bag off of her shoulder before going to investigate. Sophie had woken up that morning feeling "less than stellar" in her words, and Biana had kissed the top of her head amusedly before heading off to work, telling her to call if she needed Biana to come home before work ended.
Apparently Sophie hadn't felt the need to call, but also hadn't felt any better, and now she sat curled on their couch, a blanket tucked around her.
"Have you eaten yet, Sophs?" Biana comes up behind the couch where Sophie's lying, brown eyes glossy, and presses the back of her hand to Sophie's forehead, testing her temperature. "Oh Love..." Biana tsks, "You're burning up."
Sophie mumbles something with a pout and stares blearily up at Biana, her eyes wide and doe-like.
"I'm gonna take that as a 'no I didn't eat, and also you're the loveliest thing I've seen today'. To which I'll say, 'oh Sophs, I know.' You feel up to a sandwich or some soup?" Biana's already stepping away to the kitchen when Sophie sighs and says with gravel in her voice: "Yeah, I could go for some soup."
Biana glances at Sophie as she sits up; Takes in the way her cheeks have flushed splotches high on her cheekbones, and the way her deep brown eyes are glassy with her fever. She tsks again and turns back to the kitchen cupboard she had started rifling through.
"We've got chicken noodle or some beef stew type thing. What'd'ya think?"
Sophie hums absentmindedly, and Biana throws a look over her shoulder, eyes softening when she sees how Sophie has plonked her head down facefirst on the couch-back.
It takes about ten minutes to get a can of chicken noodle soup warmed up, and by that time Biana is ready to drop. She worked all day and now she just wants to lay on the couch and curl up with Sophie while talking about her day or watching some show, or honestly just anything that involves being laying down and snuggling. The two mugs Biana grabs are well-loved. They clink together as she carries them over to the couch, and she settles herself next to Sophie.
"I know we made a rule about not eating on the couch except on movie nights, but I figured..." She shrugs.
Sophie eagerly takes the mug Biana offered, just to cradle it in her hands. "Well," she murmurs after having taken a sip, wincing at the heat, "We can always turn it into a movie night. Also, good soup."
Biana smiles slow and fond. "It's just from the can." She's already reaching for the TV remote.
"Mm, yeah but you made it, so. Good soup." And then Sophie's grinning, loopy and adorable and all too smugly fond of Biana, and all she can do is smile back.
"You're a sap when you're sick."
"Yeah yeah yeah, call me lovesick then because I'll be a sap for you any day." Sophie's head falls forward again, nose pressed to the top of her mug, letting the steam warm her face.
Biana rolls her eyes. "I'm re-thinking movie night; You desperately need a nap, Love." Sophie just pouts at her from behind her curtain of hair. "Listen," Biana tries, "Your hair is about to get into the soup. Why don't we go to bed, hm?"
Sophie sighs and frowns. "What about... we stay here, and you hold me, and we watch our show. That sounds better. Also, Bee-" Sophie catches Biana's gaze solemnly- "Soup."
"Okay okay, I get it. You want the soup." Biana opens her arms and adjusts how she's sitting so Sophie can crawl up into her lap, bracketed on either side by Biana's legs. Sophie settles back, her read resting on Biana's chest, and Biana presses a kiss to the top of it.
"I love you, Sophs."
Sophie wriggles slightly, turning so she can look up at Biana.
"Love you too. Thank you for the soup, and cuddles."
They finish off the chicken noodle soup over the course of a few episodes of Gilmore Girls, and after a while Biana realizes that Sophie has nodded off, her breath going deep and steady. Something warm and tight curls in Biana's chest, and she kisses Sophie's head again before tipping her own head back and closing her eyes.
If she gets sick, she knows that Sophie will take care of her too, and it makes Biana feel ever so loved to know that.