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Chicken Pox
She was the world's greatest female spy. Her name made criminals tremble in fear. She was wanted by every man on every continent. She was "The Man". She was Irina Derevko, now Irina Bristow. The change in her last name only made her more intimidating. She was feared and respected by all. Yet this same great spy sat watching her husband cook, angry and itchy from chicken pox.
She clawed at the red spots speckling her skin. The itching wouldn't stop.
"I thought I told you to stop scratching." Jack said walking over to his wife. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"I can't help it. It itches so bad." Irina whined.
"Sweetheart. I told you if you keep scratching your going to have scars. Lots and lots of scars."
"I already have scars a few more won't hurt."
"Sydney didn't whine this bad when she had them." Irina pouted.
"Tell you what sweetheart. Go back upstairs and I will bring your breakfast."
"What good is that going to do. I'll just be itchy upstairs instead of down here."
"The Egyptian cotton will help sooth the itch."
Irina leaped from her chair and ran upstairs. She slid into bed. Jack came in a few minutes later to see her scratching her neck with vigor.
"Irina." he said sitting the tray down on the bed.
"You liar!" she yelled at him.
Jack smiled.
"Sorry sweetheart. I just wanted to get you out of the kitchen."
Irina gasped her face full of anger.
"I was joking sweetheart. I haven't seen you smile in days."
"You want to see me smile. You make my skin stop itching, you make this annoying pain go away."
"I will after breakfast." he said his face unreadable.
Irina looked at him confused. She ate her breakfast and tried to figure out what her husband was up too. After he took the tray back downstairs he came back and ran a bath for her. He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
"Go ahead. Get in." he said.
Irina looked at the bath. She recognized the oatmeal that had filled the Jacuzzi tub for three days now. But now the water had a strange green tint to it. She got in the tub and gasped.
"Ahh." she relaxed and indulged in the soothing of the constant itch.
"Feels good doesn't it." Jack smiled sitting on the edge of the tub.
"What is this heavenly mixture?"
"Oatmeal and Aloe plus a little something I had Marshall whip up."
"You are the greatest husband ever."
Jack smiled then joined her in the bath. He sat behind her and softly caressed her neck.
"That feels so good. But you said no scratching."
"This way doesn't leave scars." Jack whispered in her ear.
Ten minutes later Irina got out of the bath and wrapped herself in a towel. Jack got out too and began toweling his hair. He smiled at Irina and for the first time since she had gotten chicken pox she smiled back. He pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. She pushed him away forcefully.
"Sweetheart what's wrong." he said seeing the pained expression on her face.
"It itches." she whined and she started to scratch again. Jack grabbed her hands and made her stop.
"Jaaaaccccckkk." she whined.
He kissed her fully on the lips. When they pulled apart she looked angrier.
"Now my lips are itchy." she whined walking out of the bathroom.
Jack just stared after her and smiled. He never knew chicken pox could be this much fun.