Shit. It was dinner time, wasn’t it? “Nope. Completely forgot that was a thing.”

“Dude, I feel so bad for you right now.” Blair leaned in with her lips puckered, and Erin thought she was aiming for her mouth, but she veered off and kissed her forehead instead. “How ’bout I take Nolan with me to go pick us up something to eat? That way, you get some time to relax by yourself, and maybe if we’re lucky, the car ride will chill him out a little bit.”

“Are you sure?” Erin hated to make Blair do all of that for her, but it also felt really good to have someone who was willing to help. A little too good if she was being honest with herself, but she was too sick to worry about that right now.

Blair moved her hand down Erin’s arm and squeezed her hand. “Of course. I’d be happy to.”

Erin breathed a sigh of relief as Blair picked up Nolan and carried him out of the house, the two of them talking animatedly the whole way through the door. Without them, the house felt almost too quiet, but Erin knew she needed that, even if her heart did tug in her chest from not having them there anymore. She pushed these thoughts aside and laid down on the couch, covering herself with the blanket that Nolan had refused to let her use earlier. It wasn’t long before her eyes became heavy and she felt herself drifting off to sleep.

“Erin. Hey, Erin.”

Erin woke up to the sound of her name being whispered, and slowly blinked her eyes open to find Blair crouched in front of the couch. “Blair? What? Where’s Nolan?”

Blair pointed behind her. “He fell asleep in the car. I know it’s taboo to let him fall asleep this late in the day, but he looked so peaceful, I couldn’t bear to wake him up.

Erin followed the path of Blair’s finger and found Nolan wrapped in a ball on the loveseat. “I’m glad you didn’t. He needs the rest.”

Blair ran her hand through Erin’s hair in a way that caused goosebumps to pop up on Erin’s neck. “You need the rest too. Sorry for waking you. I just figured you could probably use some food. I’m assuming you haven’t eaten much all day…?”

Blair had assumed correctly. Erin hadn’t actually eaten anything all day, which probably wasn’t helping her feel any better. “You are correct. Food sounds wonderful. Thank you.” Erin’s head pounded as she struggled to sit up. “What did you get?”

“Chicken noodle soup, broccoli and cheddar soup, French Onion Soup, and macaroni and cheese, which I know will not compare to yours, but I still figured someone might eat it.”