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Qifrey wakes up to Olruggio gently rubbing his shoulder. He groans and puts a hand over his face. Olruggio chuckles guiltily.
“You’re pretty hot. I think I gave you my cold.” He brushes his hand through Qifrey’s sweaty hair.
“It was always gonna happen.” Qifrey pulls the blankets further up over his shoulder and snuggles into them. His voice muffled as he says, “You may have insisted we snuggle, but I knowingly acquiesced.”
“Still,” Olruggio mutters. “I don’t wish for you to suffer.”
“Of course not.” Qifrey frees a hand from the blankets and brushes it over Olruggio’s cheek. “You interrupted a lovely dream I was having, you know.” A grin lights up his eyes.
“Oh?”
“If you feel so badly about my poor, sickly state, maybe you could help me continue it.”
Olruggio laughs softly. “And what was happening in this dream of yours?”
Qifrey hums as though he’s thinking about it. “I seem to recall that you were about to bring me breakfast in bed.”
“Was I?” Olruggio asks playfully.
Qifrey hums in assent.
“Well, that certainly sounds doable. Do you need anything in the meantime?”
“A glass of water?”
“Of course. Your throat must be sore.” Olruggio takes his hand from Qifrey’s hair and kisses his forehead. He gets up and says, “I’ll be back with it in a moment.” before leaving.
Qifrey readjusts in bed, rolling over onto his back and pushing himself further up against their pile of pillows. He coughs a few times into his elbow, then collapses back with a groan. He always manages to forget how exhausting being sick is. He itches idly at his throat even as he knows it won’t do anything.
A gentle knock and Olruggio comes in bearing a glass of water. He sets it on the bedside table and asks, “Is there anything else you need before breakfast?”
Qifrey sips from the glass. “I wouldn’t mind a kiss, but I think I’ll be alright otherwise.”
“You’re lucky we’re already sharing germs,” Olruggio mutters and leans down to kiss Qifrey.
Qifrey leans up and meets him for a quick smooch. “Thanks for doing all this, Olly.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Olruggio heads for the door and, on his way out, says, “I’ll make breakfast real quick and bring it back. Anything in particular you want?”
“No. Whatever you feel like making is good. Thank you, love.” Qifrey replies.
“Got it.” With that, Olruggio leaves again.
Qifrey can hear him begin working in the kitchen a moment later. He smiles and takes a drink of his water. He truly does have the best husband.
Qifrey dozes as Olruggio prepares breakfast but wakes again when he hears the door be knocked open. He sees Olruggio push the door open with his foot, carrying a tray of food.
Olruggio approaches the bed and says, “Alright, scoot over, ‘cause I’m eating with you in bed.”
Qifrey obliges and makes room for Olruggio to sit next to him and lay the tray across their laps. Two plates of delicious food and a couple of glasses of juice greet him. Qifrey smiles gratefully at Olruggio.
“This is satisfactory then?”
Qifrey hums and kisses Olruggio’s cheek. “I’d say you successfully made my dream come true.”