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Will was sick, to the point that he was attached to Connor’s side.
“Go lay down.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not? You have a fever. You’re dead on your feet. Just go lay down, baby,” Connor said gently.
“I want to be near by you.”
“Okay,” Connor said. “I can take the day off from chores to cuddle you.”
“Oh, no, that’s fine.”
“You’re so clingy, I love it, Will. I don’t need to do the laundry just yet. I can hold you while you sleep. You need rest.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. C’mon, baby, into bed.”
“My favorite words.”