you rested, tucked under covers and wrapped in megumiās over sized shirts as your husband sat beside you in bed, dabbing a wet towel on your forehead tenderly. The weather had brought your body down, leaving you in sniffles and a burning fever.
āStill feeling bad?ā He murmured, even though he knew the answer to that. You gave a weak smile before coughing violently.
Fushiguro frowned before lifting you up and huddled into his arms. His one arm was a back rest for you, holding you firm while the other one rubbed your sides and under your legs.
āGumiā, youāre gonna get sick..ā you weakly protested, yet snuggling into his embrace. āThen, youāre just gonna have to take care of me.ā He shrugged, like that was the most obvious thing in the world.
You sighed, fondly. That was your husband.
His words didnāt carry as much value as his actions and touch did, well⦠for most people.
Megumi could see a peeking pink fluffy bunny through the small gap of the door, maybe only three apples tall. āAiko, you alright?ā He called for the toddler.
She pushed the door open and waddled towards your bed, struggling to get up before Megumi easily scooped her up and placed her on a cushion.
āMama?ā She questioned how dull and pale you were looking.
āHi baby,ā you cooed at your daughter.
She looked like a copy and paste of Megumi, with emerald eyes, jet black hair and chubby cheeks that resembled baby Megumi when he was little. But she had an extroverted personality.
āMama sleepy?ā She babbled.
Megumi nodded. āYeah, sheās just feeling a little.. icky.ā Aiko crawled towards your tummy and used her tiny fingers to slightly squish it. āMama have baby in?ā You and Megumi weakly laughed.
āNo, sweetheart. Mamaās just sick.ā
Aiko tilted her head with curiosity.. her mama? Sick? But her mama was so strong!
Megumi had placed you back onto the bed, giving you a tender kiss on the forehead before whispering to you. āI should keep her away from you..ā
and he had gently placed his hand on your face, covering your eyes to lull you to sleep, just like what he did with Aiko when she was on the brink of sleepiness during late nights.
Megumi picked up Aiko, his forearm carrying her as she curled her tiny fingers into her dadās ragged t-shirt from ten years ago.
āCome, mama needs to rest. How about we help make her some soup?ā Aiko excitedly clapped her hands and babbled incoherently, despite Megumi nodding and humming along as if he understood.
As the soup simmered, since Aiko couldnāt really contribute, she sat in her chair with plastic toys and a wooden toy knife to pretend she was chopping vegetables.
And Megumi watched her, small smile with admiration and love in his eyes.
This was his home, with you and Aiko. His two loves, his two girls, the only people who mattered.
And life meant nothing anymore when he lost the both of you.
I didnāt really know how to end it⦠Iām sorry @megumisrighttoe @sugerfilled @kissthesword @mayegasm @nonchalantfiend