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You woke up with a start, your whole body feeling warm. Too warm. You pushed the blankets off of yourself with a groan. The door to the bedroom was open, and you glanced at it just as a familiar figure appeared in the doorway.
"Hunter." You muttered the man's name from your place in your shared bed.
Hunter stopped in the doorway, frowning at you. "You're sick." He said, more to himself than to you. Hunter approached you, gently placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You attempted to smile at him, but only managed the slight upturn of your lips.
"I don't feel good." You mumbled, meeting his eyes.
"I'm going to get you some water." He told you. "I'll be right back, mesh'la." He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before hurrying out of the room.
You closed your eyes again, covering them with your hand.
After a few moments, Hunter came back with a glass of water. You smiled softly at him, accepting the glass from his hands and taking a long sip. “Would you like for me to make you some tea, my love?” Hunter asked you.
You stared up at the man, your eyes full of adoration. “You don’t have to.” You said after a moment.
Hunter shook his head, dismissing your words. “Would you like some tea? I have to go into town for some things, but I can make you some before I go.”
“I would love some tea.” You said, smiling softly at him. “Thank you.”
Hunter leaned down, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.
You pulled yourself out of bed, curiosity overtaking you as you listened to the movement in the kitchen. You entered the room, finding Hunter at the stove top. You leaned against the doorway, watching him work over a pot. A pleasantly familiar smell filled the air.
“You should be in bed, darling.” Hunter said, his eyes not leaving the pot in front of him.
You sighed, making your way over to him. “What are you cooking?”
He looked at you then, a nervous look in his eyes that wasn’t usual for the war-hardened soldier. “Well, it was supposed to be a surprise. But I spoke to your mother at the market.” Your brows furrowed slightly in confusion, but nodded for him to continue. “I told her you weren’t feeling well, and she gave me the recipe for, in her words, ‘the all curing soup’. Whatever that means.”
Your eyes widened in shock, your smile beginning to grow. “She never gives anyone outside of the family her recipes. She always says they’re ‘top secret’.” You bumped your shoulder against his. “She must really like you.”
Hunter grinned at your words. “Go sit. Dinner should be done soon.” You smiled at him, making your way to the small table and taking a seat. You watched him cook with fond eyes.
When he was finished, he brought two bowls of soup to the table. Hunter took a seat, his complete focus on you as you raised a spoonful to your mouth. Your eyes widened in shock and you saw the alarm flash on Hunter’s face.
“Is it not-” You cut him off.
“It’s wonderful, Hunter.” He noticeably relaxed, his smile returning. “It tastes just like she makes it. Thank you.”
You glanced up at Hunter’s peaceful face from your place resting on his chest. Smiling softly to yourself, you reached a hand up and ran your fingers through his hair. Hunter hummed softly, pressing his head closer into the palm of your hand.
“You feeling any better?” He asked you as you pressed your face against him again.
“Mhm.” You hummed against him. Looking back up at him, a small smile crept onto your face. “Hunter, I have a question.”
"What is it?" Hunter asked, bring one of his hands up to cup the side of your face.
You tried to make your face look as serious as possible before speaking. “Would you still love me if I were a worm?”
You suppressed a giggle as you saw the confusion flicker in Hunter’s eyes. It faded and he smiled at you. “Yes.” He said.
You raised your eyebrows at him. “Really?”
He looked slightly confused. “Was I supposed to say no?”
You just grinned at him, shaking your head slightly. “I love you.”
He returned the grin. “I love you too, darling.”