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“It’s fine Owen. It’s just a headache it will go away.”
“Come on.” He says, sighing and shaking his head at your constant denial that you need help. You hate being weak but sometimes it’s hard to draw the line between weakness and stubbornness.
He bends down and loops his arm under your knees and his other behind your back and lifts you off the couch.
“Owen don’t-”
“You don’t feel well. You need to cuddle”
You smile softly while trying not to cringe at the pain radiating through your skull. “I thought you didn’t like to cuddle.” You say, and he gives you a sly smirk.
“I don’t hate it. Especially if it’s with you.”
You cling to him as he carries you to the bedroom and gently lays you down and crawl last into bed next to you.
“The darkness should help too.” He says and you scoot over, pressing yourself into him.
“Mmhmm,” you mumble as you close your eyes and rest your head on his chest.
“Feel better, baby.” He whispers as he leans down to kiss the top of your head and as your headache recedes, you drift to sleep in his arms.