“Cariño….” Came the familiar singsong, slightly teasing voice of Miguel. You grumbled, huddling deeper into the mountain of blankets you were buried in. Your throat was dry and raspy–it felt like you'd drank sand. Your nose was red and runny, stuffed with unpleasant congestion.
You'd been sick for three days, and this was arguably the worst one. For some reason, the lazy cold seemed to linger. No matter what you’d done it had stayed like a bad ex, unwanted but unwilling to leave. Miguel Had left you with soup, medicine and more blankets than you could handle and left for Spider HQ, but by the dawn of the third day it was obvious this wasn't a passing sniffle. You were undeniably sick. So, he actually took the day off (unheard of for the man) and stayed home to take care of you.
Not that you didn't love the attention and the sweet care from your beloved Miguel, but you had reached the point where you only wanted to be grumpy. Miguel, contrary to being annoyed by your huffy and childlike behavior, found it hilarious. What, so his little partner wanted to be childish? Then they'd be treated like a child. Miguel wouldn’t admit it, but he loved to take care of you and baby you. Especially since you refused his help when you needed it, the stubborn mule that you were.
“Lemme alone…” You grumbled from under the covers, voice pitched in a slight whine. Not that you wanted him to go. You would have thrown a fit if he actually let you alone. But this was simply the game you played, the back and forth banter and little lies that made for the funniest moments. Your groan only made him chuckle and pull down the covers so he could see you.
“There she is…” He cooed, pitching his voice to become even more annoying. “Miguel!” You practically whined, weakly thrashing to get it back. He held the blanket in his l hand, keeping you from budging the blanket an inch. Second to babying you, he loved to use his size against you. But, he knew you liked it too. He never, never used his size against you in a harmful way. Every time it was just for lighthearted teasing, if not for when you two were intimate. You loved his large body and he knew it.
“Why so fussy, bebito?” He teased, voice even more patronizing. You huffed, giving up the fruitless struggle and slumping in the bed, glaring up at him. He let out a rumbly laugh, resonating deep in his throat before holding up a bowl of soup. A peace offering.
Without a word you accepted it and propped up against the pillows, face still sulky. He sat beside you and watched you eat, smiling and occasionally tucking a loose hair back so it wouldn't bother you while you ate. The room quieted into a comfortable silence, both of you enjoying each others company. It was a quiet moment, but that was something both of you enjoyed. You had dropped the petulant childishness, content to eat the food he had made and bask in his presence. It was rare for him to be at home for so long, and both of you were enjoying it to the fullest. Miguel, on his part, was perfectly content to simply sit beside you on your sickbed, his large palm gently rubbing your thigh in the familiar and soothing circular movements.
Then his watch buzzed. Looking down at the device on his wrist, he squinted at the orange display, hair slightly falling forward as he leaned down.
“Ay. I forgot to work on the new suit for Spider 2003–” He moved to get off the bed, heading to his office. Before he could go, you grabbed his sleeve. He looked down at you, already half-standing. You gazed up at him with puppy eyes, blinking to add the the effect.
“Work in here?” You asked, voice edging on pleading. He smiled, letting out an affectionate laugh. He shook his head, moving to get his tablet and thence to come sit next to you, leaning against the pillows as he got comfy. You settled next to him contentedly, resting your head against his arm and relaxing again. The room eventually settled back into comfortable silence, the only sounds the slight shift of bedsheets and the tap of his calloused fingers against the tablet screen as he worked. You slipped into a doze, the comfortable warmth and the reassuring presence of Miguel lulling you to a cozy daze. You felt him shift, then place a soft kiss to your temple.
“Que duermas bien, cariño” He murmured affectionately, before you slipped completely into a deep, restful sleep.
Well, maybe getting sick wasn’t so bad after all.