Crash, the pot sounded as it connected with the kitchen floor. "Shit," Jack said to himself, in full hearing of Sam.

"Are you OK?" Sam shouted.

"Yeah, don't worry," the answer came. "Just stay in bed, and I'll be with you in just a minute."

"You don't need to make me soup, Jack," Sam shouted back.

"Yes I do!" Jack said, sticking his head through the doorframe and looking at Sam. "You're sick, and it's my duty to care for you!"

Sam tried to hide a smile, and giggled. "Yes, Sir!"

"Good! Now, where do you keep the leeks?" Jack said.

"Bottom shelf, darling," Sam replied.

"Thank you," Jack shouted from the kitchen.

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Twenty minutes later, Jack proudly walked through the door, balancing soup in one hand, and a cup of honey tea in the other. "Here you go," he said.

"Thank you, darling," Sam said. "Did everything go well?"

"Um… don't get out of bed just yet…"

"I was wondering what that loud bang was!" Sam said, and laughed.

"Hush!" Jack said as he leaned over and kissed her. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," Sam said. "And thanks for the soup."