I was too sick to stand at the stove, so I ordered dinner. My MIL threw every untouched container in the trash and told me a good wife cooks for her family herself. My husband didn’t argue when he got home. He made one call. The moment his mother saw who walked through the front door, she froze.
By five that evening, even sitting upright felt like fighting gravity.
I had spent most of the day under two blankets despite sweating through my T-shirt, drinking lukewarm water because anything colder hurt to swallow.
My MIL threw every untouched container in the trash.
Nathan had wanted to stay home that morning.
“Yoli, I’m serious. I can call in.”
“You have that quarterly meeting.”
“I also have a wife with a fever.”
“I have medicine, water, and a TV remote. Go.”
Nathan leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“Stay in bed.”
“I also have a wife with a fever.”
“I plan to,” I said.
“And order dinner.”
“I can make something easy.”
“No.” He pointed at me. “Don’t even look at the stove.”
I managed a weak laugh.
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m serious, Yoli.”
“So am I. Go.”
“Don’t even look at the stove.”
Before leaving, he filled my water bottle, set my medicine on the nightstand, and texted the kids to come straight home after school.
At 4:30, the kids came home hungry enough to behave as though school had starved them for humanitarian research.
At 4:30, the kids came home hungry.
I ordered pasta for them, steak and potatoes for Nathan, and chicken soup for myself.
I texted Nathan.
Your dinner costs more than my medicine.
His reply came immediately.
Worth it. Stay upstairs, Yoli. ❤️
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