nursing sick husband!toji & baby!megumi <3
both your husband and your baby were sick.
the flu seemed to have caught megumi’s underdeveloped immunity in its claws first then it managed to make your mountain of a husband sick as well.
it was not a fun time for you.
baby gumi was not chill with being sick. at all. he cries and cries and cries himself sicker and then cries some more for good measure.
toji was always more than helpful whenever megumi’s health was disrupted but he was out of commission this time.
you nearly jumped out of your skin as your husband sneaked up behind you, staggering and looking delirious.
“let me hel-” before he could finish the sentence, a bone rattling sneeze left the man. you would have jumped out of your skin if you weren’t anticipating it.
your baby, however, was unprepared for your husband’s loud ass sneeze. your stomach dropped as megumi’s baby monitor repeated the sounds of him fussing that you could already hear organically.
“shit,” toji looked guilty as he blew his nose in a paper towel, “im sorry my angel.”
“baby please just go lay down, ok?” you barely give him a pat on the cheek and rush towards megumi’s nursery.
megumi had taken a whole hour to go down for a nap crying and screaming probably flaring up his headache and fever. he literally only fell sleep once he expended all his energy on bawling.
that lasted a whole 15 minutes.
you picked him up from his crib, laying him on your chest as you tried to soothe him. he was crying again, and if you didn’t get it under control he would have another meltdown.
your heart clenched at the thought of your baby in pain. in the back of your mind, you were worried about getting back to toji with a strong herbal tea and soup but this little guy took precedence.
you tried everything, rocking him, cooing at him, humming his favourite lullaby, kissing up his tiny face, making faces at him - nothing worked.
he was starting to squirm now, his cries getting louder as he felt his head thrum with pain. he was inadvertently making it worse.
you were on the verge of tears yourself when toji stepped in.
he stayed away from the both of you, at the doorway. “you should massage him,” he suggested, looking tired and in pain in himself. megumi’s cries were most probably making his barely controlled headache worse.
“i tried,” you bit your lower lip to stop from trembling as you helplessly rocked megumi in your arms. “it’s not helping.”
“massage him like you do me,” he persisted. “use force, press down.” he moved to the windows, pulling down the blinds then the curtains.
it wasn’t hard to choose between following his gentle command or to burst into tears because you felt like you were failing your baby. you laid him down and undid his thermal onesie.
toji’s guidance wasn’t necessarily required as you worked oil on megumi’s body, pressing down with appropriate force, but it soothed you and unsurprisingly it soothed megumi.
it took a while for his cries to simmer down to hiccups, tears now drying on his cherubic face as his eyelids fluttered down.
you smiled at toji in relief, feeling a different wave of tears threatening to spill out. your husband returned your smile, but his was weaker.
“go back to bed toji,” you pulled megumi up to your chest as his started displaying his telltale signs of hunger. “i’ll feed him and be back to you soon.”
he nodded, too weak to argue and left the hallway because he hadn’t entered the nursery as a precaution this whole time.
you took some time nursing megumi, glad that he still had an appetite. his eyes were struggling to remain open so he didn’t fight you as you quickly gave him his medicine.
“good night, my little love,” you murmured softly against his cheek before turning off the lamp and closing the nursery door after making sure the baby monitor was in place.
the house was quiet now, but your next move was to take care of your husband. in the time you’ve known him, hes gotten sick less than five or so times and each time he’s rendered immobile.
instead of going to your bedroom you beelined to the kitchen to finish your abandoned task of brewing herbal tea & making soup.
your herbal tea was still simmering on the stove, now becoming a concentrate of various herbs and spices & the slow cooker was now off signalling that the soup was done cooking.
soon after, you headed to your bedroom, soup and tea in hand. you peeked inside to see toji sprawled on your bed, the comforter thrown away.
you sighed and set the tray on the vanity before walking towards him. you laid the back of your hand on his head and confirmed that he was still running a fever.
“baby,” you softly caressed his face.
he gingerly opened his eyes, “mm.”
“soup,” you said simply, “get up.”
he turned and burrowed his face in your lap, “not hungry.”
you ran your fingers through his hair, “mm, i know.” you let him rest his eyes for a minute before starting again.
“okay toji, soup then tea while i slide into bed quickly and then I’ll hold you until you fall asleep, okay?” you framed it as a question but toji knew it wasn’t one.
he sat up and you added pillows between his back and the headboard. you handed him the mini table with the bowl of soup and tea on it and started pulling multiple blankets on top of him.
“im hot as balls right now, woman,” toji grumbled as he ate.
“not hot enough honestly, you need to sweat out your fever,” you placed a bottle of pocari sweat on his tray. “you’d better be finished by the time i come back.”
planting a kiss on his forehead you left to pick up around the house, cleaning up and putting things away. after a few minutes you went back to your bedroom, taking the baby monitor with you.
toji was already up from the bed, empty bowl on the tray in his hands.
“why are you out of bed again?” you frowned as yiu strode to him.
“cleaning up,” he muttered. he sounded so tired and hoarse.
“i will beat you up,” you plucked the tray out of his hands and pushed him on the bed, “if you get out of bed once again.”
he just lightly chuckled as he let you tuck him under three comforters.
you slid in beside him, opening your arms invitingly, “come here.”
and he did. he turned on his side and planted himself between your chest, sighing contentedly when you started carding through his hair.
“feel better soon,” you murmured in his hair.
his chest rumbled in a deep, agreeing hum, “i will.”
i have a cold and im breathing so loudly im annoying myself
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