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I whack on your back. "I mean if you don't do anything else stupid that might make you sick longer," I tell you. "I'll let your spicy dish slide, since we are in a Thai restaurant, but nothing else. No alcohol, no fooling around, none of that, okay?" I ask.
 
I eat my entire plate and ask if you're going to finish yours. You shake your head, annoyed before going into another coughing fit. I give you another cough drop and finish eating, still talking to Stacy about the baby and such.

"Movie starts in about thirty minutes, we should probably head out," I say. We ask for the checks and you and Don pay. I think about paying instead of you, but hold my tongue. You being coddled by me wasn't helping your mood any.

We get in the car and I start driving. "Are you SURE you're up to the movie?" I ask calmly.
 
"Most people don't like being sick, those that do have Munchausen's," I tell you. "I know you hate being sick, and you've been good with it so far. We'll go to the movie, we'll go home, I'll tuck you in and take care of you, okay? Just like you take care of me."
 
I whack on your back again and pull up at the theatre. "Alright, let's go," I say as we hurry into the theatre. I was trying to keep you out of the cold as much as possible. We pay for the chick flick that Stacy and I decide on and go watch it.
 
I wake you up when the movie's over and help you out to the car, thanking Stacy and Don for the good time. I drive you home, help you in, and tuck you in the bed in the clubroom. I kiss your forehead. The fever was staying down. I have a bottle of water on your bedside table. "I'll be right here, on the floor," I tell you softly. "I will be here if you need me, okay?"
 
"I am sleeping on the floor, I already got my sleeping bag out," I say softly. I press a finger to your lips as you begin your protests again. "I am not going to be far, just in case you need me, okay?" I kiss your forehead. "I love you."
 
I am up and I bring you some green tea and something light for you to eat. I sit on the edge of the bed and smooth your hair. "How are you feeling?" I ask softly.
 
I find some Vick's vapor rub and rub it on your chest, take your temperature, and give you cough medicine. "I have to go work tonight," I tell you. "I do six to close. But call me, and I'll be home, okay? You aren't going to work, okay? Get some sleep." I kiss your forehead. "I love you. Until about 5:30, I'm home and at your disposal."
 
I give you a look. "Says the man hacking up a lung, not being able to breathe, and can barely keep his eyes open," I say archly. "Don called me earlier, said you're not coming in, is amazed you could even go last night. You're on bed rest."
 
I collapse back on the bed in frustration. "This is the worst," I say. "What am I supposed to do here all day?"
 
"Sleep and get better," I tell you. "The temperature's 20 with a windchill of -10. I am not letting you out in that weather." I tuck you in more firmly. "Go back to sleep, baby, you need it."
 
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