The Breast Medicine

(My fiancé has had food poisoning for the last day or so. I’m debating whether or not I should go into work or take care of him.)

Fiancé: “Sweetie…”

Me: “Yes?”

Fiancé: “You don’t love me, do you?”

Me: *thinking he’s not feeling well enough for me to go into work* “Aw…do you need me to stay here? If that what it is then—”

Fiancé: “No, you don’t love me!”

Me: “Why’s that?”

Fiancé: “You’re not showing me your boobies!”

Me: “…Yeah, I think you’re going to be fine.”