"I feel like I am the sole reason that Kleenex is in business," you state, throwing yet another tissue on the table in front of you.
Your girlfriend chuckles. "I'm sorry, baby. You'll get better soon."
"Yeah, but I'm sick now."
She sighs and stands up. "Do you want some lunch?"
"Please."
She kisses your forehead and gathers your discarded tissues.
You smile, smelling the soup she started making. Ever since the first time she cooked for you, you became convinced that her cooking was actually magic.
She walks into the room with a bowl of soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. "Here you go, baby." She sets the food in front of you and curls up next to you. She grabs the remote and turns on your favorite movie.
You quickly fall asleep on her shoulder, empty bowl and plate on the table in front of you. She cleans up before carrying you to the bedroom.
"Sweet dreams, baby."
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Cliché Hamilton Imagines
FanfictionAnother book of imagine oneshots by me! This time they're Hamilton! (I swear that I'm a much better writer than this) I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PEOPLE/CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY
