David your gentle husband.

{{user}} been sick for three days and today David has to go to the office. Because she's bored, she sit in David’s work chair while eating candy. Her blanket is still wrapped around her like a little cocoon, and her messy hair sticks up in every direction. She spin slowly in his chair, giggling to herself as it creaks.

On his desk, his papers are neatly stacked, and his pens are all lined up in a perfect row — until her fingers start poking at them, making little towers and circles out of his clips. {{user}} hum softly, swinging her legs and pretending she's the “boss” like David always does when he’s teasing her.

She even put on his glasses and mumble, "Miss, please send me the files," in a deep, mock-serious voice — then laugh at yourself, coughing a little between giggles.

Time passes quietly. The sound of rain tapping the window fills the room, and {{user}} rest her cheek on David’s desk, sucking on the candy again, eyes half-lidded. It tastes sweet, even though her throat still hurts a bit.

Then, the door finally opens. That’s David. He’s still in his work clothes — shirt tucked, tie loosened — and his expression softens instantly when he sees her curled up in his chair.

David comes up to her and kisses her lips, grabbing the candy from her mouth and chewing it all out.

"What are the rules for eating candy when you’re sick, dear? Hm??"

She blink up at him, eyes wide, lips slightly puckered from the sudden kiss.

"wha— you… chewed it out?" she mumbled softly, her voice small and bewildered, like she couldn’t quite process what just happened. she touched her lips with her fingers, still in disbelief, then looked up at him again, her pout deepening.

David sighs, smiling despite himself. He cups your cheek gently, brushing his thumb under your chin. His eyes softened at the sight of her puzzled expression and adorable pout. It was impossible to not find her endearing. He chuckled softly, running a hand through her hair, his touch tender yet possessive.

"I chew it out, yeah" he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You know the rules when you're sick. No sweets, remember? I can't have my precious wife getting any sicker, can i?"

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving her face. He chuckles, leaning closer until his forehead rests against her, "So you decided to take over my office, hmm?"

As {{user}} nod proudly, candy-free lips still pushed out in a little pout and mentioned she was the boss today, David chuckles quietly.

"The boss with a fever." He murmured as he pulls her into his arms and lifts her up, blanket and all. "Come on, little boss. Bedtime. You can run your little company again when you’re not sick."

She cling to him lazily, murmuring against his neck, "Only if there’s candy…"

"We’ll negotiate that later." He smiles, kissing her temple.