A/N- Some more fluff while I finish up some of my smuttier ones. This one has also been in my drafts for a hell of a long time lol. Enjoy <3

Walking in the door to your shared apartment, you kicked your shoes off after an exhausting day at work. Being a therapist had it's perks, but It was also mentally and physically draining. Still, despite your exhaustion you where eager to rush home for you and Matt's date night. 

"Matt I'm home!" You called out, placing your bag on the hook. You walked into the living room, silence wavered over everything as you called for Matt again. "Matt? You home?"

"I'm here." He said loudly, waking himself abruptly from his sleep as he sprung his head off the couch and faced you. His hair was messy and his face was pale, tired looking. 

"Jesus Christ." You placed your hand on your heart, releasing a large breath. "You scared the shit out of me." 

"Sorry-" He fidgeted with paperwork on his lap, moving it over to the coffee table. He had a slight nasal tone as he spoke, sniffing occasionally in between movements. "I'll go get ready and then we can get going. I have our reservation at 7." He said, standing up. 

"Hold on." You said, moving over to him as you stood in front of his body. 

You pressed your hands to his cheeks, moving his head down to face you. His glasses where off, revealing his chocolate eyes that focused on your forehead. His nose was red and his face was accessorized with small beads of sweat. 

"Matt your sick." You said, moving your hands from his face. 

"I'm not sick, I'm just kinda tired that's all." He argued, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll go get dressed and we can go." 

"Matthew Michael Murdock." You pressed your hand to his chest, stopping him from moving. "Sit down, you are sick." 

Matt sighed, moving back down to the couch. He collapsed completely on the leather, sprawling out like a child. You moved towards him, grabbing a blanket as you placed it over his body, tucking it in under his feet. 

You moved next to him, lifting his head as you placed it in your lap. Your feet rested on the table in front of you as you ran your hands through the brown fluff on Matt's head. "Oh baby, your so sick." You said with a small laugh.

"I am not." Matt said, refusing to believe he was sick despite the nasal of a voice he spoke with.

"Whatever you say, Murdock." You said, still running your fingers through his hair as he let out a satisfied noise. "How long have you been here for?"

"Couple hours. Foggy sent me home because he said he didn't want to get sick." He let out a cough, groaning after. "Y'know with Marci having the baby he's been the biggest germaphobe." 

You chuckled, "Believe me I know. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to use Clorox wipes on that child." You moved your hand to his face, running your finger on his cheek. "You could have called me, I would have come home and taken care of you."

He had a small drunken smile wipe across his face. "I can take care of myself, I'm quite independent." 

"Your laying in my lap with blankets swaddling you. You needed me to take care of you." You joked. 

"Yea your right, I needed you." He coughed again, moving his head further into your hands. "And I'll admit it, I'm terribly sick. I feel like I got ran over by a bus." 

You chuckled. "I know, I'm sorry Matty." You sat up. "Let's get you to bed, okay?"

"No, I don't want to move." He grumbled, "Just stay right here, we can fall asleep on the couch." He argued, pressing his head further down on your lap as he pulled the blankets over his body.

You laughed lightly, "Matt, there's more room in the bed and you'll be more comfortable." 

Standing up, you moved Matt's head from your lap as you attempted to help him stand up. He just about collapsed on you as he wrapped his arms around your body like a child, walking like he was attached to you as you made your way to the bedroom. 

Matt landed on his side of the bed as you reached down, pulling the covers up his body as he lay flat on his back. He wore the same drunken smile like he had before, his brown chocolate eyes staring up in your direction. 

"I'm so lucky to have found you." He admitted, making your heart just about burst.

"And I'm lucky to have found you." You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead as you moved to your side of the bed, lying down next to Matt. 

Matt reached over, pulling your body close to his as he planted his head on your chest. Within seconds you felt him let out a snuffled breath of relief as he fell asleep on you. 

A/N- Soft Matt Murdock is my fav <3

Is it just me or do you guys feel like you need fall to come now? Like as soon as fall hits my writing gets so much better because I'm just in that fall like mood. Just me lol?