Anonymous Sun 22 Sep 2024 21:36:58 No.69382467 Report

Quoted By: >>69382630 >>69383076

>>69382426
Anon being nursed back to health whilst sick.
You pick which girl.
No I'm not drawing this from my current personal experiences.

SwanFather Sun 22 Sep 2024 21:55:49 No.69383076 Report

Quoted By: >>69383270

>>69382467
>*Beep!*
>”102 degrees? Fuck, that seems normal to me.” Fang says, withdrawing the thermometer.
>I groan at the comment; clearly, my ptero wife doesn’t understand the difference between human body temp and saurian body temp.
>”S-Sweet Tooth. That’s high for a human.” I weakly say, my bones feel like their being compressed with rubberbands and my skin pouring sweat like I were locked in a sauna.
>She tsks to herself. “Right… humans.”
>She sighs, placing the thermometer on our nightstand as she pulls the covers up to my chest. “Are you able to get up?” She asks.
>”Not really… whole fuckin’ body hurts and my head’s swimming.”
> She hums, looking around before looking back at me with a smile on her beak. “Well, I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you some chicken soup and we can watch some of your dweeb shit animes.”
>I nod weakly. “H-Hell yeah, sounds good. Also, my anime isn’t shit.”

SwanFather Sun 22 Sep 2024 22:02:19 No.69383270 Report

Quoted By: >>69383813

>>69383076
Cont.
>She chuckles. “Stella would disagree with that, dweeb.”
>I sigh heavily. “Yeah, well she like all that shojo shit anyway.”
>”Yeah, whatever. You good here for a bit while I go make some soup?”
>”Sure.”
>Getting pampered by my ptero wife? Shit, I’ll take that.
>Maybe if I ask, she’ll let me have some of her dino nugs.
>... On a second thought, I don’t want my kids to be fatherless. Disregard that thought.
>Around fifteen minutes later, my wife returns, a tray with a steaming bowl of soup, a shot glass of that gross tasting cold medicine and a glass of water.
>She places down the tray on the nightstand, looking back towards me.
>”Alright, can you sit up, Anon?”

SwanFather Sun 22 Sep 2024 22:19:14 No.69383813 Report

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>>69383270
Cont.
>I strain my muscles and attempt to sit up; it’s really fucking difficult to do so with how high my fever is.
>Fang, using her dino strength, helps me up and lets my back rest against our headboard. It’s slightly uncomfortable, but no way I’m eating soup laying down.
>It’s… It’s really nice of her to help me like this, usually I’m the one taking care of her when she’s sick, hell, I hardly get sick.
>I blame the fucker that sneezed on me at the studio.
>”Well, I hope it isn’t certainly contagious, dweeb.” Her smirk indicates that I, indeed, did mumble that last bit.
>I roll my eyes. “Please, the last time YOU got sick, we found out we were having twins.”
>She huffs, placing the tray on my lap. “I’m not doing that again.”
>“Can’t or won’t? Now come sit your fine ass down next to me, we got anime to watch, Sweet Tooth.”
>She groans, walking over to the other side of the bed and getting comfortable next to me.
>She drapes a wing over my shoulder, whilst grabbing the remote and opening Rexflix.
>Taking a steady slurp of the soup, the only thing I can think of is how good it is, and how awesome her cooking has gotten ever since the beginning of our marriage.
>I swallow. Reaching over and placing a kiss on her snoot. “Love you, Lucy.”
>She sighs. Leaning into my body. “Love you more, Anon.”
>Yep. I might be as sick as a dog, but I got the best care available.
>Feels fucking good man.

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