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[attr="class","cbody"]She knew that getting sick was no big deal. It would pass eventually, and she would be able to go back to normal daily life. There was no reason to think that it would last more than a typical cold was. She felt awful, sure, but it always passed eventually. Being sick on her birthday was poor timing, there was no doubt about that, but it would be fine. Davina hoped that she could just sleep it off and feel better the next morning anyway. If they felt like celebrating late, they could always do that. They didn’t have to or anything—she would certainly live if they didn’t, but nothing was stopping them from celebrating later, whenever she felt better.
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The worst part of being sick on her birthday was honestly just being away from Ava Blair. The last thing that they needed was their daughter getting sick on top of everything else. It was completely reasonable, but she still couldn’t say that she liked being away from her. She didn’t. Her birthday would have been a lot better if she was around.
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Davina hadn’t known if Griff had plans for her birthday or what they were going to do, but she really hadn’t expected anything. Even just seeing him in the doorway with flowers had been good enough for her. She knew that he didn’t love birthdays. Or his, anyway. But he had always been kind to her on hers. Even if she hadn’t felt much like celebrating last year, he had still painted Ava Blair’s nursery and had tried to give her a good birthday.
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If all she got on her birthday was flowers, though, she would be happy. She didn’t consider herself to be all that difficult of a person to please. She had far more than she’d ever thought she was going to have. She had a husband that she loved, a toddler that she loved, a house that her husband had built for her by hand. If that was all that she had, she really thought that would have been enough anyhow. Davina had never been the type of person that needed a bunch of presents on her birthday. In fact, most of her birthdays had gone without celebrating over the years. More often than not, she did nothing. Her birthday had never mattered to her parents growing up. Then she had gone to Hogwarts, and her birthdays had thankfully fallen during the school years. It gave her a break from her parents’ cruel form of birthday celebration. But she still didn’t really even tell anybody at school when it was her birthday.
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And after everything had happened, after she had graduated, she had just never really celebrated her birthday again. There had just been no reason to. That had been fine with her, but she thought a part of her was glad to have a reason to celebrate these days. Even if it was with a painted nursery or a vase of flowers.
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Griff headed back into the room, vase in hand, and the smell of Italian grew stronger as she realized it was levitating behind him. Duke padded along behind him, eyes expectantly on the food, unsurprisingly. “My nose is not broken. You should know better than to try to hide Italian from me.” It was probably one of her favorite foods, in all honesty. And not just because there was nearly always breadsticks involved.
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THE FIGHTER

WHEN THEY TRY AND GET TO YOU

BABY I'LL BE THE FIGHTER

There was never really a good time to be sick but being sick on your birthday was never any fun. He didn’t really like his own birthday. It was just a reminder of the years that he had missed. But she deserved to celebrate hers, and she had deserved to celebrate it not sick. He had planned on getting a sitter and taking her to go and get Italian, but when she hadn’t been feeling well, he had made the choice to bring it to her after work instead. That and flowers. Because everyone deserved flowers on their birthday. And he thought that it would help to cheer her up.

There were plenty of people calling out sick the last couple of days. He thought that it was probably just some bug that was going around. He would likely have it as soon as she got over it. Or Ava Blair would. And a sick baby would be absolutely no fun for anyone. It wouldn’t be the end of the world though. They would get over it. And he thought that that would be all that there was to it. They were going to be fine. And come next week, it would all be over. They could go back to normal, and maybe even go out for her birthday then. That wouldn’t be too bad.

Until then though, they would celebrate at home. And he would make her try and feel better. That was all that he could really do. And he was just glad that she felt like eating. He would have felt bad if he had come home with her favorites, and she hadn’t felt like eating at all. Because he didn’t think that he would have been the kind of husband that didn’t eat it just because she wasn’t. He thought that he would have eaten it anyway, and then where would they have been? Her feeling bad, him feeling bad, and no one enjoying her birthday.

All that he really knew was that he was going to try and do whatever she wanted. And perhaps try and be a little bit of an asshole. But he was going to give in and give her her breadsticks soon enough. It was just too much fun not to be a little bit of an asshole about it in the beginning. And he made sure that it was hovering high enough behind him that Duke wasn’t going to get into it. That would have been a night ruiner too. They didn’t need the dog getting into the pasta. But he thought that it was going to be fine.

“This is true.” He laughed a little bit, “You do have a preference for things that involve pasta and breadsticks.” He thought that was a good thing though. He had never thought of her as the kind to really watch what she was eating. Never to over indulge, obviously. He thought that she was careful, even though he doubted very much that he would care at all if she wasn’t. But he knew that there was no sense in breaking those habits. His very non-conforming sister still watched what she ate. But Davina did like pasta, and bread, and he would support both of those eating habits.

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[attr="class","cbody"]She didn’t mind not doing anything big for her birthday. It wasn’t like she had expected some huge celebration anyhow, even before she had gotten sick. That wasn’t something that she wanted or needed. Something small would have been right up her alley anyhow, but she would have preferred that ‘something small’ without a fever and feeling absolutely horrible. That was definitely a little bit of a downer when it came to the festivities.
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Having spent most of the day by herself wasn’t exactly the ideal situation either. She didn’t mind being by herself, but it had been hard to be away from Ava Blair. The last thing that she wanted to do was get her sick, if she hadn’t caught whatever bug that she’d come down with. There was a good chance that she’d already infected her, and they would cross that bridge if they came for it. For now, she knew that it was better to keep her distance on the off chance that they could prevent her from getting sick too.
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It was already impressive enough that she hadn’t gotten Griff sick. Of course, she’d prefer him getting sick to Ava Blair getting sick, if she was being perfectly honest, but she wouldn’t wish this on either one of them. Keeping her distance was their daughter was a necessary thing to do, but she knew that she should probably be doing the same for Griff too. Holing up in the guest room on her birthday to keep her husband from getting sick was probably the right thing to do, but it definitely wasn’t what she wanted to do.
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So, she was more than a little bit glad to see Griff coming back into the living room with Italian food in tow. Davina wasn’t sure how much of an appetite she actually had, though. She didn’t feel particularly hungry, but she wasn’t completely nauseous either. She thought that eating a little something was at least worth a shot. She might feel better—or maybe it would backfire completely, and she’d get sick to her stomach. There was no way to know for sure. But she thought there was at least a chance that it could help. Griff knew that she was sick. He probably got something mild—chicken alfredo, maybe. Nothing spicy or anything like that. While normally spicy pasta was right up her alley, she thought that it probably wouldn’t be all that great on her stomach while she felt like this.
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Breadsticks, too. She knew that he would have gotten breadsticks, and she was sure that would help. It would fill her stomach without being anything heavy, which would be good. Hopefully, anyway. There was just as much of a chance that Duke would jump up and grab it out of the air before she could even try it out for herself. “Don’t make fun. There’s nothing wrong with pasta and breadsticks being my two main food groups.” Except for the fact that she’d be a couple hundred pounds if that was all that she ate. She did have to balance—that was sort of a necessity. Davina didn’t think that Griff would care if she wasn’t the thinnest woman in the world, but if she gained another hundred pounds from eating pasta and breadsticks all of the time, that would likely be an issue in more ways than one. But in moderation, she saw nothing wrong with enjoying her favorite foods. “Now give it here before Duke makes a play for it,” she teased, gesturing at their very attentive dog.
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