Laughter is the best medicine

Sick (again)

*Jack's POV*
"Jaaaaaaaack. Jaaaack. C'mere," said Mark. He held open his arms as much as he could in his blanket burrito. He was lying in our bed, eyes half- lidded, heavy with sleep. "You just asked for soup, ya big smelly," I joked, "You want soup or me?" Mark opened and closed his mouth, trying to get rid of that 'cottonmouth' feeling before he answered, "Mmmm... Both!"

I rolled my eyes and got up to go to the kitchen. I kissed his cheek, then left the room.
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Coming back with a bowl of chicken soup, I noticed Mark was awfully quiet. I set the bowl down on our dresser, well out of reach of Mark's long, flaily arms. I giggled when he snored softly, his breath hitching in his throat.

I crawled in next to him and wrapped my arms around him, one around his neck, the other on his waist. I snuggled up to him, kissing him on his perfectly shaped lips. We fell asleep like that for hours.
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A/N - Hey! So I've been writing some pretty heavy stuff lately with these two, and thought y'all could use a break. Happy reading! Kate~~