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“Boyd, you’re the one that knows how to cook from scratch! Why are you having me make the food for him?! I don’t want to make him more sick!” Isaac exclaims, staring at his partners in displeasure.
“Are you going to be able to ignore his pleas to let him do what he wants instead of taking care of himself for once in his life?” Boyd responds pointedly with an eyebrow raised at the other wolf.
Isaac doesn’t respond, just walks out to the kitchen frustratedly, leaving Boyd alone with the sick Spark. Boyd smirks slightly before turning his attention to their partner. The pout on Stiles’ face makes Boyd chuckle softly, it isn’t going to change anything. He’s not going to let their Spark out of the bed while sick. Especially not with how Stiles’ magic is reacting to the sickness.
“Love, let me out of the bed please? I don’t want you guys worrying about me there is no reason to. I’m okay to do things, baby, I’m barely sick.” Stiles tries to argue but the weakness in his voice tells him all he needs to know.
“Stiles, I'm not letting you out of this bed. Your voice is weak and your magic is acting out. You are staying in this bed to rest and recuperate no matter what you say. You wouldn’t allow this if things were reversed. You keep us in bed for at least a day every time we’re any kind of slightly serious hurt. Which is dumb since we’re werewolves, but you do it out of love, right? So let us do the same, Sti, let us show our love for you.” he says voice growing softer and fonder because of how much he loves this idiot.
Stiles turns his head away to hide the tears that are easy to smell in the air. He’s yanked onto the bed with the Spark soon after, making him sure that he has won this round. Stiles pins him to the bed and lays on top of him, showing how bad that he really is feeling. He knows that this is something that Stiles only does when he’s feeling really shitty. It’s very rare for Stiles to essentially use one or both of them as a bed, but this is apparently one of those times. Silently he just wraps his arms around the Spark keeping him close, hoping to comfort their mate.
Silently they wait for Isaac to bring the food for the three of them. Honestly he’s worried about Stiles since it’s extremely rare for him to be sick this way. Normally the times he seeks this kind of comfort are the anniversaries of his mother’s death. So the fact that Stiles is needing this because he’s sick worries him. For now though he just worries about comforting their mate. Running a hand up and down the Spark’s back causes the relaxation that he was hoping it would. Smiling softly he brushes a kiss on to Stiles’ forehead, grateful that they are lucky enough to be mated to this idiot.
He knows that Isaac is worried about cooking from scratch the way that Stiles and he tend to, but from the sound of it Isaac is doing well. The other hasn’t cursed or anything while cooking, which tells him that it is definitely not going poorly. It already smells delightful and he’s excited to eat whatever is being made. He lays there listening to both of his mates’ heartbeats enjoying the comfort that they give. Fighting back the sleepy feelings that come with the relaxation is harder than he expected. Isaac strolling back into the room draws both of their attention immediately.
“I don’t know where the trays are or I would have the food with me.” Isaac says embarrassed, averting his eyes slightly.
“Back of the pantry next to the picnic basket, baby.” Stiles responds from where he’s pressed into Boyd’s chest.
Isaac smiles thankfully before walking back out of the room. He scoots Stiles’ and himself up until they are sitting upright in their bed. Still keeping Stiles pressed closely to him for the time being. Hoping that by the time Isaac is back with the food Stiles will be okay enough to eat. Once they’re done eating though the three of them can cuddle until they need food once again. Nothing else really matters to them at times like this. Only each other and sustenance as necessary. Dropping a light kiss on Stiles’ forehead once again he carefully moves Stiles until he’s sitting beside him.
“We’ll cuddle more after we eat, okay? But you need to get some food in you, Sti.” he says softly despite not really feeling any resistance from the Spark.
Stiles nods leaning heavily into him, warming his heart. He smiles softly before turning his attention to the door as Isaac comes in with the tray of their food. It smells even better up close making his mouth water and even more excited to try the food. Looking back over to Stiles he can’t help the chuckle at the Spark making grabby hands for the food. He helps Isaac place the tray in Stiles’ lap as carefully as possible so the Spark has easy access to the food.
Once everything is securely held in Stiles’ lap, Isaac joins them on the bed. Sitting on the other side of their sick mate. Stiles is happily sandwiched between the two wolves and each of them start to help Stiles eat. Only stopping when they’re sure that their partner will be okay doing it on his own. When they’re absolutely positive Stiles is okay they begin eating alongside Stiles. Now that they know that they don’t have to keep feeding Stiles for the rest of the time.
Silently the three of them eat together, each soaking in the comfort of being close to their mates. The atmosphere of the room is bright in a way that it doesn’t quite make sense. Though they just enjoy it, not paying any mind to that fact. They’re content in each other’s company this way and it’s one of the best things they could have asked for. They’re so lucky to have what they have together and they always try their best to know that. Isaac collects the tray once they’re finished eating to put everything to be cleaned when they have the time.
“Cuddles?” Stiles asks tiredly, clearly flagging and leans further against him.
“Of course, Sti. When Isaac gets back we’ll cuddle as promised.” he says, wrapping an arm around Stiles hoping to comfort him.
Isaac immediately gets onto the bed when he gets back. They help Stiles lay down fully before laying down themselves. It doesn’t take long for the three of them to curl up together as close as they possibly can. Basking in their love and the contentment, they slowly begin to fall asleep. Hoping that when they wake Stiles will have begun to actually feel better from this sickness.