"Don't come downstairs, okay? You need as much rest as possible," I shot Jackson a look.
"Baby, you need to have something to eat. Just let me-"
"No, sit your ass down," I said turning to him.
"It won't take long," he pressed.
"I'm going to lock you in, if you're stubborn," I threatened and he smiled, raising his hands up, before another fits of coughing erupted.
Jackson had a fever. I had to force him to not go to work today, because he's very sick and still weak from the night. He had a nasty fever throughout the night, peeling and pulling the covers. I tried to give him space, thinking my body warmth might trigger him, but he fought me on that.
"Yes sir," he said lying back down on the bed. I gave him a pointed look before walking out. I left the door open. Heading to his offi
