Everything has their secrets.
And Jack Mercer is no different.
But his secret isn't that much of a secret, his big brother knew it all to well.
It became apparent to Jack that telling his brother that particular secret may not have been the best idea, when he found himself laying sick on his mother's couch.
Evelyn was gone for the afternoon, leaving Jack sprawled on the couch wishing for a either a quick death or a glass of ice cold water. He clamped his eyes closed and coughed.
He wanted Evelyn's famous chick noodle soup, he wanted a glass of water, he wanted to feel better, he wanted Bobby ….
He wanted the pounding to stop.
"Hello?" A voice rang from the porch.
Jack jerked himself alert. He forced himself into a sitting position then swung his feet off the bed and stood up. He stumbled toward the door and pulled it open.
"What?"
The man shoved a bouquet of flowers toward him. "Delivery for Cracker Jack."
Jack blinked, refocused his eyes then smiled shyly. "Um…thanks."
The man rolled his eyes, extend a pad for Jack to sign then turned. Jack was still standing, leaning against the doorway, the flowers in hands when the delivery van pulled away.
It was beautiful, bright yellows, reds, and oranges jumped out at him. The smells attacked his senses, making his nose twitch. He smiled.
He slowly padded back to the couch, falling back on it, flowers still in hand. It was only then did he notice the small pink card attached to it.
Pulling it off and ripping it open Jack's smile widened.
"Jackie-Get better. I ain't gonna kiss you if you're sick."
Jack chuckled, his head falling back against the cushion, the scent of flowers luring him to sleep.