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“Stebe.... Stebe, I'm dyin'. I need a hug..."
“No ya not, sweetheart," Steve sighed, “An' ya almost on top of me!"
You sniffed and pouted. He wasn't wrong. You did just have a cold, but you loved it when your husband spoiled you more than usual so you always milked sicknesses and injuries for all their worth around him.
You snuggled into him further in front of the fireplace of the small Brooklyn apartment you and him rented. You and Steve tended to sleep on the couch in the living room during the winter as the fire was the only way to stay warm in the cold months. Your dark eyes looked up at him with your classic puppy faced expression.
“But Steeebiiiee," you whined.
He rolled his sky blue eyes, kissed your forehead, and hugged you in tight. His small frame didn't provide you with much warmth, but you loved his cuddles especially when you were miserable. The blond stroked your dark brown puffy hair (you hadn't done anything with it in a while because you could barely gather the energy to move. Luckily, Steve, never judged it) and gave you a soft smile.
“Ya happy now?"
You nodded and pecked his lips before settling on his chest with a contented sigh. Steve just laughed and you fell asleep to it's sweet sound.