A feverish chill raked up your back as you clenched the sheets and pulled them closer. You wondered how much longer of this sickness you will have to go through. unfortunately, Donald wasn't with you. He was needed late at the studio because production was behind schedule. He hated leaving you alone especially in a sick state, but he didn't really have any other choice, to his dismay.

You coughed into your handkerchief that was draped lazily over the edge of your nightstand. Your hair was undoubtedly a mess and all you wanted was company. You didn't know what time it was, you had been trying to get some sleep for the last couple hours.

The next time you checked the clock was a quarter passed three. Donald was still not in bed with you and horrible thoughts started to penetrate your mind. He found someone else. He stopped by a bar and got picked up. Maybe he's been cheating this whole time.

You whimpered helplessly, rolling over to face the empty sheets. An imprint remained from the morning when Donald was last home. You grazed your hand over his pillow, imagining it was his cheek. Thinking of when his surprisingly strong arms held you firmly to his chest and brushing your hair with his fingers. He would press firm yet delicate kisses to your hairline and hum tunes from his films to soothe you to sleep.

You craved his company now more than ever. A single tear escaping your right eye.

"Oh babe, I didn't want to wake you." It was him. He stood against the doorframe with his shoes in his hand and his coat over his arm. He looked exhausted.

"Where were you?" You asked sleepily, too tired to be angry for him getting home so late.

"Working until 1, then stopped by to pick up some things for you at the pharmacy. I came up to surprise you but you were sleeping and I didn't want to disturb you so I stayed downstairs but periodically checked on you." He smiled, that toothy grin that you couldn't get enough of. He shut the door behind him and took off his pants and his tie, draping his clothing over the back of his desk chair. Now only wearing a white shirt and white underwear.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" he filled that empty side of the bed perfectly, his warmth falling onto you.

"Much better now that I know you're home." he chuckled. He pulled you into his grasp just like the previous morning.

"You're not sick you're just in love," he sung then kissed the tip of your nose. You chuckled which triggered a coughing fit, instinctively backing away from your boyfriend.

"Okay well maybe you are a little sick."