requested by @sugspicevegasknights

you always knew where marc-andré was right now because wherever he was you could hear his foul cough echo through the house.

"y/n honey, i'm leaving for practice."

you stopped stirring lunch and glared at him.

"what?" he asked.

"you're not going." you said sternly.

"what why?" he questioned.

"marc-andré, don't be foolish. you can barely breathe and you can't go one second without coughing. you don't want to spread what you have to all your teammates." you reasoned with him.

he looked upset and hesitant.

"please?" you begged with puppy eyes.

"fine, i'll go call coach quick."

you sighed in relief, "thank you."

he walked away slowly.

how was he supposed to play at his full ability when he couldn't even walk at a normal speed?

you turned your attention back on the food cooking on the stove.

"he said i sounded like shit." marc-andré said as he walked back into the kitchen.

you giggled.

i mean coach wasn't wrong. your husband sounded absolutely terrible. he looked how he sounded as well, large bags under his eyes and messy hair.

you felt arms wrap around your waist. he rested his chin on the top of your head because of the massive height difference between the two of you.

"why don't you go back to sleep? you're tired. you were tossing and turning last night." you suggested.

"but i want to help you cook. i don't want to have you do everything for me." he complained.

he liked being independent and he couldn't exactly be that when he was as sick as he was at the moment.

"you are sick. you have sleeping privileges. if you weren't sick, you'd have to help me." you turned around to smile at him.

"but-" he started.

"no buts. go back to bed and i'll meet you there okay?"

he nodded.

you stood on your tippy toes and grabbed his head. you pulled it down gently and kissed the top of it as his hair fell into his eyes.

he smiled slightly and walked off towards the bedroom.

you continued to cook tonight's dinner in advance, knowing that you would not want to cook after going to lay with marc-andré.

finally, you finished. you cleaned up quickly and washed your hands. you walked over to your bedroom and peeked in to see marc-andré was not in there. a puzzled look took up your face. you turned and went out the door to look for your husband.

sooner or later, you found him fast asleep on the couch. he looked peaceful and adorable. he had to keep his mouth slightly open because of the congestion that was in his nose. it made you smile.

you sat down on the little place on the couch that didn't have marc-andré sprawled out across.

he felt the weight change and his eyes fluttered open. you looked into his eyes. he picked up his head and pulled your leg so you could get more room on the couch. you scooted over and he put his head on your lap.

"can you play with my hair please?" his raspy voice asked.

you nodded and ran your fingers through his grown out locks of black hair.

his eyes fluttered open and closed as he fought sleep.

"go back to sleep fleury." you whispered.

it didn't take him long to follow those orders as you heard little snores coming from his mouth. you continued to play with his hair even though he was fast asleep. you kissed his forehead.

looks like you'd be here for quite a while.

no complaints here.