The sun was shining bright today, too bright that it woke Ava up. She turned away from the window to face Sara's sleeping form. She was grateful for the shade but when she opened her eyes it was a whole different problem. Her head started pounding and there was a persistent pain on the bridge of her nose. It immediately clogged due to her switching sides and her mouth opened instinctively to gasp in some air. Her throat was dry and painful. Shit.

Sara stirred awake. She immediately squinted her eyes when the sunlight hit her face "Remind me to close the curtains next time" she said while stretching her arms. "Good morning" the shorter blonde smiled sleepily.

Ava answered with a sniff and a groan. Her head is killing her and Sara's adorable morning look isn't quite enough to make it go away. Usually waking up with her wife's kisses and cuddles were her go to way to start the day but right now she just wants to bury her face in her pillow and forget the world. The pounding was persistent, her temples throbbing and her head feels like it's gonna explode. "Make it stop" she mumbled out in frustration.

"Are you sick?" Sara asked with concerned laced in her voice, but it wasn't only that, she was amused.

Of course she was. Ava with all her stubbornness sat upright and shook her head, her mistake because her vision suddenly went from clear to foggy to black with white rings dancing . Her head felt heavy and her throat burned when she swallowed.

"Hey, easy. Lay back down" She feels Sara's hands on her shoulders slowly pulling her down. Her back hit the pillows Sara had just arranged, reclining her body perfectly to unclog her nose.

"I'm not sick, I can't be sick! I haven't been sick" she mustered but her voice was failing her. The only memory of Ava being sick was when she was younger, barely eight; Pam took care of her like any good mother did; she cooked her soup and sang to her until she felt better. She remembers how good it felt, to have someone care for her and she almost felt bad that their relationship had gone cold through the years but then she remembered she was a clone, none of those memories were real.

"Well, there's a first time for everything. I would kiss you, but I don't want to spread the plague babe" Sara placed a soft kiss on her wife's forehead. She pulled the duvet away from her and prepared to go out of bed

"Where are you going?" the taller blonde asked. She pitied herself hearing her hoarse and cracked voice. She craved for Sara's warmth when her wife left her side. "I'm going to make a call..."Ava's eyes momentarily passed the bedside table and her vision grazed the digital clock. When she realized she was late for work, she scrambled out of bed.

Sara's brow furrowed when Ava tripped on the duvet and fell on the floor "What are you doing?" She rushed to her side and helped her up

"I'm late for work" Ava stated like it was the obvious answer. Classic. Sara thought. She shook her head and made a disapproving noise. "No you're not. You are calling in sick director Sharpe" the shorter blonde said while pushing her back to bed.

Ava groaned "you're not the boss of me" her head still spinning from her fall. She tried to fight back but the pull of her bed was too strong. Her body acted against her will. She slowly climbed back up and let Sara tuck her in.

"Yeah? Coz technically you are the boss of me " Ava smiled at the thought that her wife just admitted that she had authority over her. Sara placed a hand on Ava's forehead, then her neck. "I don't think you have the fever but you are getting hotter" she states her observation.

Even with the throbbing pain on her head Ava still snickered and raised an eyebrow "I'm getting hotter huh?" a pang of pain shot through her causing her to shut her eyes tightly and grimace.

"I will call Gary and tell him to do paper works and that he'll send other important documentation here if needed immediately and I'll tell the kids to have the day off. I'm taking care of you. Don't lift your but off that bed Mrs. Lance or I will cuff you to it." Sara took her hand and kissed it. Warmth flooded Ava's chest at the affection her wife showed. Before she could reply a sex joke or anything witty, Sara was already out the door.

She tried her best to go back to sleep but the world kept spinning every time she closed her eyes. A feeling of nausea suddenly came over her. She made her way to the bathroom sink only to waste her energy waiting for a vomit that never arose. Lying down was useless too; it clogged her nose leaving her drowned. When she finally realized that the bed was no help at all, she decided to go down stairs.

The smell of cinnamon and bacon hit her nose in the faintest way possible. The gentle sizzle of the pan was getting louder and louder as Ava approached the kitchen. Her stomach grumbled and her mouth watered at the thought of food.

Her wife, as expected was in the kitchen, her hair lazily twisted into a messy bun, still in her sleeping shorts and tank top but the outfit was improved with the apron Sara insisted on buying when they passed through the kitchen section of the grocery store. I probably taste better than the food. Of course it had a funny quote on it written in a creative way with doodles, t'was the only reason she wanted the silly thing.

Sara was on the phone, talking Zari out of any stupid ideas they might be doing in her absence. Her hands were also busy flipping the bacons that she didn't notice Ava walk in. When she turned around to grab the lined plate she almost jumped at the sight of her wife.

"Hold on, let me call you back and tell Mick to stay out of my stash" Based on her eye roll, Sara didn't like Zari's response. "I told you to stay in bed" The stern look she was giving could have been convincing if her face wasn't smeared with icing sugar. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

Ava giggled she wrapped her arms around her wife who started making, by the looks of it, French toast, gave her a brief kiss on her shoulder and wiped the powder on her cheek "were looking good over here babe" she said, sarcasm evident in her voice. She eyed mess that was their kitchen, bowls were everywhere, eggshells were piled on the counter and icing sugar was all over the floor. The thawed bacon and a few other ingredients were placed too far away from each other.

Sara was not a slob, not really, but she wasn't the cleanest person. Usually Ava will call her out and they will have a snarky but teasing argument about the mess Sara made but today, she lets it slide. It was a puzzle, figuring out how easily her wife could cause so much damage in their pristine apartment without actually doing anything .

"I'm almost done" Sara declared proudly. She escaped her wife's embrace and removed the final batch of bacons on the pan. She started cooking the toast, her hips swaying as she hummed a tune Ava couldn't quite place. Suddenly she forgot about her throbbing head and her clogged nose, her attention focused on her wife cooking her breakfast. Sara didn't cook much but the first time she did, took Ava's taste buds by surprise. She was quite good at it for an ex assassin.

The shorter blonde moved smoothly in the kitchen grabbing a mug and a tea bag on the cupboards. Seconds later Ava was sipping tea comfortably, easing her cold away.

"Where did you learn all this?" the question escapes her lips. She takes another sip of her tea, grateful that she had a little bit of her voice back from its warmth.

"Cook?" Sara replied still engrossed on plating their breakfast.

"Make a mess" Ava replied sarcastically. A grin was plastered across her face when her wife rolled her eyes. Sara was now cleaning the kitchen island and to Ava's surprise it was going well and faster than she thought.

"My dad taught me a few things, before the gambit" she explains. When the island was spotless her wife smiled with pride and winked at her. True the kitchen island was clean, the rest of the kitchen however was still a disaster.

They sat beside each other and ate their breakfast. To Ava's disappointment, her cold dampened her sense of taste. Still, she complemented her wife, praised her delicious cooking to which Sara replied liar. They shared a few kisses from time to time, talking about stupid things they've done in the past and the silly things they want to do in the future.

They were cuddled in the living room the entire day binge watching TV shows and movies catching up on the new ones they didn't have the time to see. Ava was wrapped in a blanket comfortably leaning into her wife's comfort, her wife who showered her with kisses and love. For a brief moment everything was normal, like they were a regular couple on weekends eating comfort food without the weight and safety of the world on their shoulders.

Ava was grateful to have finally found someone who could make her feel special, whole and loved. Happiness was out of the picture for a moment in her life, let alone be someone's wife but she was here now, in the comfort of her own home, with the best wife nobody can surpass.

"Sara?" She whispered. The warm water cascaded down her shoulder as her wife ran the sponge across her bare back. Sara ran her a hot bath, in which she joined later on, volunteering to clean her wife herself. Currently, the couple sits on their bath tub enjoying the candle lit room and sweet music flowing from the speaker.

"Yeah?" It was almost bed time and her cold was almost gone but the discomfort in her head still lingered.

She leaned and pressed her back to her wife's chest. Ava closed her eyes the moment their skins touched.

"What am I going to do without you?" she felt a kiss against her neck.

"Well, you're never going to find out coz I'm not going anywhere"

She let Sara wash her hair; she relaxed as her wife massaged her scalp, easing the dull ache. She couldn't bring herself to talk more; she wouldn't know what to say because she was too overwhelmed with so many emotions. Her chest ached for her to say something, to let the feelings flow so she mumbled the words she had already said over and over with so much intimacy and sincerity.

"I love you "

For some reason Sara knew, she always knew every time she becomes a fragile mess, because she gently kisses her with the same amount of love and intimacy.

"I love you more Sara whispered when they pulled away.

"Not in any timeline Lance" she whispered back.