#i imagine madison and soup are like mortal enemies and that she refuses to eat it

[madisonmontgomeryimagines]

R! and Madison where Madison is sick and kind of has to reluctantly let R! take care of her for the time being 😭

Madison's bark was usually just as bad as her bite, but both were severely hampered currently. When she sent you a message to pout about how sore her throat was and how miserable she was, you'd done what any good girlfriend would do and took it upon yourself to take care of the angry feral kitten in your bedroom. Despite her grumpiness, you caught the way she perked up when you slipped through the door. Closing it again, you slunk across the room in silent steps, extending your hand to put the straw in her reach.

The cold seemed to melt Madison's bones the moment it ascended the straw to meet her tongue, and you carefully sat on top of her thick blanket to open the paper bag with some warm food. Delicately, you unwrapped her sandwich and passed it over, fingers hovering over another container in the bag.

"Tell me you love me," you looked at her with sudden faux innocence, immediately capturing her focus even as she stole a quick bite first.

"I love you," even as a whisper her voice sounded a little raw, making you feel properly guilty for a moment.

"I love you too babe," you leaned down to kiss her forehead as you deposited another warm box into her lap. "Want me to hang out a little or do you wanna get more rest after you finish up?"

"No, stay," that perfect pout met your words and Madison tugged your fingers closer to her, silently demanding you under the blanket with her. You agreed, lips brushing her forehead as you moved the bedside table closer before complying with her wishes.

Despite her complaints about being seen in such a state (the horror of congestion), she seemed to gravitate even more to your presence now. If you didn't know better, you might even say she was whiny until your arms slipped around her to let her share your warmth.