Ralph Macchio imagines ♡

sick

Ralph rolls onto me groaning.

"Morning! How are you today?" I greet kissing his head, he's extremely hot.

I look at him and realize he doesn't look too well.

I hop out of bed and grab the thermometer before placing into his mouth his carefully.

When I eventually pull it out, I gasp.

"Oh baby, you've got a temperature," I say sympathetically.

Ralph winces as he takes the blanket off him.

I call into my work and book the day off, I next do the same for Ralph.

"Y/n, I-I'm hungry" Ralph whines, his eyes are half shut.

"I know just what you need" I smile.

I go downstairs and make him a hot pumpkin soup, my grandmother's recipe.

I place it on a tray and even give him a fancy little straw so he doesn't have to struggle with a spoon, I bring it up for him straight after.

Ralph is sprawled out on the bed fast asleep, he's wearing just his boxers.

"Babe wake up," I say softly.

He opens one eye and looks at me before sitting up slowly.

"Thank you, princess, you're the best" he grins at me.

I sit in bed reading a book beside him as he devours the soup, I know it's one of his favourite meals.

"Babyyy I want some cuddles" he pouts after, giving me serious puppy eyes.

"Anything for my bubba" I say putting my book down.

Ralph intertwines our legs and snuggles his head into my neck as he moves himself to lay on me.

I wrap my arms around his body, stroking his soft skin.

He's still hotter than usual but I can feel he's progressing.

"Thank you for taking care of me baby" he mumbles against my neck sleepily.

"There's nothing I wouldn't do" I smile.

"I love you Y/n," he says.

"I love you too Ralph" I reply.