Chapter 1: Sniffles and chicken pox
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I planned to make this all one idea, but it's going to skip around in ages. (I'll put the dates there)
Johnny's POV (1970)
"Etchoo!" I heard a quiet sneeze ring out from my daughter's bedroom.
"You alright Jana?" I asked softly once I got in there. She shook her head. Her nose was red and she kept rubbing it and sniffling.
I picked her up and laid her head on my shoulder. She sneezed again started to run her nose. I grabbed a Kleenex and wiped her nose.
She continued to sneeze softly into my shoulder every few seconds. I rocked her for about ten minutes until I heard her quiet breathing even out. I laid her back into the crib and smiled softly at her peaceful sleeping figure.
X (1973)
"Dabby?" I heard Jana ask me congestedly. She had come down with a cold this morning and I thought she'd been sleeping.
"Ib have mosquito bite," she informed me.Even through my sleepy haze I knew that she couldn't have a mosquito bite, it was the middle of winter.
"What?" I mumbled and opened my eyes. On her arm was red dots, not mosquito bites, but chicken pox.
She started to sneeze loudly. Luckily, it didn't wake Julie up, she had a long day of work. I picked Jana up and carried her to her room.
"Ib don't feel good dabby," she whined
"I know, baby," I cooed. I actually didn't know, I never had chicken pox as a kid.
"J-Jimmy kept sneezing on my stuff," she informed me.
Flashback: Julie's POV
"Gross," I muttered during class.
"Your gonna give me cooties," I complained.
"Jimmy, Jana, if you too like talking so much than you too will be partners," my teacher informed us. I huffed, I didn't want to be partners with a boy.
Jimmy sneezed again, but he never covered his mouth. His snot coated the stuff for our project.
"Sneeze into your elbow or at least your hand," I complained.
He rubbed his nose and grabbed a Kleenex. He blew his nose and when he finished he threw the Kleenex at my face.
"There," he said sarcastically.
X (next day)
I had to work on the project all by myself. Jimmy was sent home with chicken pot or something like that.
I rubbed my nose, it was awfully itchy today.
"You feeling alright, Jana?" Mrs. Hendrickson asked.
"Yes, Mrs.-HETCHOO!" I was cut off by sneezes.
"Are you sure?" She asked skeptically.
"I'b fink I have a colb," I answered stuffily. She felt my forehead.
"You have a fever. Let's call your dad,"
"Alri- HACHOO!" I sneezed. This was some cold.
I continued to sneeze into my hands down the hallway. When we texted the office to call daddy I grabbed a tissue.
"ACHOO! HETCHOO!" My sneezes were muffled by the tissue, but they hurt my throat something awful.
"Dabby, Jimmy gabe me his cold," I complained.
He picked me up and I cuddled into his shoulder.
"Jimmy has chicken pox," Mrs. H told daddy.
I sneezed again, using daddy's shirt as a tissue.
"Sh, Daddy'll make you feel better." He assured me. I sneezed in response.
End flashback
Johnny's POV
"Sweep wif me daddy," she mumbled, her voice slurring with exhausted and her plugged nose. I crawled into the very edge of the small bed with her.
X (next morning)
"Stop scratching sweetie," I said sternly.
"But it ah... ACHOO! Itches," she argued between sneezes.
"I know. Mommy'a gonna pick up some medicine for you," I assured her.
"Go to sleep," I told her.
She started to drift off, but every few minutes sneezing or scratching would wake her up. I continued to stroke her hair until it seemed her nose had calmed down and she slept through the itching and sniffling. I continued to with her the next few days until she got better.
X (a few days later)
"ACHOO!" I sneezed loudly. Julie shook her head.
"You never had chicken pox as a kid?" She asked incredulously. I nodded
"Nope," I told her stuffily. Well, I'm getting it now, I thought to myself.
"Don't scratch," she lectured me.
"I have a sick kid and a sick husband, great," she muttered. I smiled.
"You know you love me," I teased. I went to scratch again but she smacked my arm.
"No scratching!"
It was silent for a few moments until my nose started to tickle again.
"Ah...ha... HETCHOO!" I sneezed loudly. I funded with the Kleenex box for a moment until I finally pulled one out and blew my nose into it.
She rubbed my shoulder as I continued to spray snot into the poor Kleenex.
"Chicken pox only lasts about a week." Julie told me.
I groaned. A week?
A/N: What is more fluffy than a series of sick fics? Please review. I hope to write at least 6 chapters, but I only have a few ideas. Please send some in (Julie/Johnny moments are also welcome)