Disclaimer: I do not own Jonny Quest or related characters.
A/N: This idea just would not leave me alone so here it is.
Race groaned and rolled onto his back, closing his eyes as he willed himself to fall asleep. His head hurt, his throat hurt, he was cold, tired, and achy, all he wanted was to just sleep until this cold or flu or whatever the hell it was went away. He knew it was going to happen. It was inevitable. When Jessie caught a cold or something he always ended up catching it. Always. Everytime without fail.
Then again, it was his own fault. Or was it? It wasn't his fault that Jessie wanted someone to sit with her when she was sick, that was something she had gotten from her mother, and it wasn't like Race was just going to leave the five-year-old alone to her misery because he was afraid of catching some stupid cold.
Hearing the door creak open he opened his eyes. Estella had just checked on him a few minutes ago, why was she coming back now? He was surprised when Jessie poked her head in then slowly entered the room before carefully closing the door behind her. "Jess? What are you doing?" Race asked, his sore throat making his voice raspy and weak.
Jessie held up the book she had brought with her, a fairy tale about a princess locked away in a tower that needed to be rescued from a dragon, in reply. She ventured closer to the bed and set her book on top before climbing up.
"Honey, I can't..." Race began, his throat was killing him, he didn't really feel up to reading at the moment.
"I can." Jessie answered before he could finish. Ah, now Race caught on to what she was doing. A weak chuckle escaped him as Jessie sat next to him and opened the book.
Estella frowned as she looked around her daughter's room. Where could that girl have gone? Estella had looked everywhere, including this very room, twice! Well, every where except the master bedroom, but Jessie knew she was suppose to let Race rest. Still, that was the only place left to check.
Briskly making her way to the master bedroom, Estella stopped outside the door when she heard the murmur of Jessie's voice. Honestly, couldn't she just let her father sleep? Sighing, Estella opened the door and stopped short when she saw the sight before her.
Jessie was sitting on the bed next to her father, her favorite book open in her lap. The five-year-old was reading slowly, actually reading the words despite the fact she probably had the book memorized by now. Race's eyes were half closed as he listened to his daughter read, a genuine smile on his face for the first time in last few days.
Hmm... would she be able to get the camera and take a picture before Jessie finished the book? Probably. Was it worth risking the camera flash interrupting the adorable moment though? No, probably not. Estella slipped back out of the room, closing the door behind her.
