Prompt from Daisyangel-Henry and Elizabeth are both sick and the kids take care of them.
Hope you enjoy. Also, ive began to wrote a second chapter to chapter 7, and decided to make it its own little fic, and I need a title! Any suggestions?
Happy reading:)
The three McCord children looked at each other with raised eyebrows as their parents walked down the stairs, slowly, still in their lazy attire. Their father was rubbing his left eye, looked deathly pale and the bags under his eyes prpved to them that he had barley slept, and their mother walked slowly behind him, thumb and index finger rubbing against her forehead, the same pale skin tone as their father, and they looked at their parents with disapproving looks.
"What?" Elizabeth crocked out, her voice shallow, telling the children she had a sore throat, and definitely a migraine, and Stevie raised her eyebrows at her mother while Jason's eyes followed his father.
"You're both sick." Alison told them, and their parents looked at them.
"We're not sick." Henry said softly, not having the energy to speak any louder.
"Really?" Stevie mocked, and Elizabeth rolled her eyes, which she regretted soon after as it amplified her headache.
"You can't seriously think you can go to work." Jason laughed.
"We're fine." Elizabeth voices cracked.
"Sounds it." Alison joked, and Elizabeth went to speak when Stevie stood up.
"Back to bed." She told them, genrly pushing them both towards the stairs.
"But-" Elizabeth tried, turning around but Stevie pushed her again.
"No buts. I'm sure they can survive without you for one day." Stevie said.
"Okay." Elizabeth gave in, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to get through a full day feeling the way she does anyway.
Stevie opened their bedroom door, and watched as they mumered something to each other as they got back in bed, and she smiled as her mother wrapped herself up in the duvet and her father pulled it over his head, and she closed the door, blocking out any light, and headed downstairs.
"Looks like were the parents today." Ali joked, and her siblings laughed, finishing off their breakfast.
It was noon when Ali went upstairs to see if her parents were awake, half worried, because she'd never known them to sleep this long, half amused, she knows her parents hated being ill, but moslty, it was because they'd made their parents soup, and Stevie had sent her to wake them. She slowly opened the door, crept her head through and found her mother wrapped in a duvet, fast asleep, and her father half under, half over the duvet, and she smiled, jumping slightly when Jason stood behind her.
"Theyre still asleep?" Jason asked, a smirk on his face.
"I think." Ali said, walking futher into the room, and once again, jumped as Elizabeth opened her eyes a little and smiled.
"Hey Noodle." She said, and Ali smiled, and then her father opened his eyes to.
"Hey." He smiled as his younger daughter.
"We made you soup. We know that you make it for us when were ill so we thought we'd do the same." Ali said, and their parents smiled.
"Thank you." Elizabeth said quilety, and as she went to get out off bed, her head began to throb as her headache returned, and her muscles ached, and the same happened to her husband, who sighed painfully next to her.
"We'll bring it up." Ali said, before pushing her brother out of the room.
"Are they up?" Stevie said, and the two siblings nodded.
"They're lazy so were taking it up." Jason joked, and ali playfully hit him on the arm.
"Come on." Stevie said, holding a soup, and Ali grabbed the other one, and Jason just laughed as he went to place the pan in the sink.
As their daughters brought their soup in, the couples heart filled.
"Thank you baby." Elizabeth smiled as Stevie handed it to her.
"This doesn't mean you can start being a diva. You're not getting a bell." Stevie joked, and Elizabeth laughed, and the girls left the room.
"Can you believe they did this?" Elizabeth said.
"We raised pretty great kids." Henry nodded, before placing the spoonful of soup in his mouth.
"Yes we did." Elizabeth said.
The McCord siblings were laughing at something on the TV when a creak from the stairs caused them to turn around, and they saw their parents walking down with the bowls, their mother wrapped in a blanket with one of their Dads jumpers on, and their father in a jumper and joggers.
"Well well well, look who it is." Jason joked, and their parents laughed, shaking their heads as they walked from the kitchen into the living room, and parked themselves inbewteen their babies.
"What you watching?" Henry managed to get out, his voice strained, showing them that his voice has not yet returned.
"Worst moments on live TV." Jason told his father.
"Its really funny." Alison laughed.
"Mom, how are you sat here in a jumper and a blanket. You're boiling." Stevie said as her mothers head dropped onto her shoulder in exhaustion.
"I'm cold." Elizabeth said simply.
"Why are you both downstairs, you should be in bed. Resting." Ali told them.
"We're fine." Henry tried to tell them, but they all looked at him with suspious faces as he spoke in a tone that said differently. Stevie placed a hand on her mothers forehead as her eyes closed.
"You're burning up. Take the blanket off." Stevie said, a half in her voice as she tried to pull it off her mother.
"Cold." Her mother mumbled, and Stevie highed as her mother began to fall asleep, and she placed a hand on her lower leg,selfishly loving that her mother had chose comfort from her, and Henry leaned his head back on the couch with a sigh as he placed both his arms over the younger ones he was in the middle off.
"Is this what its like to have children?" Stevie joked, and her siblings chuckled with a nod.
"Maybe we should make them something else to eat? They've only had soup today and its almost seven." Ali suggested.
"Well, that might prove difficult." Stevie said, pointing to Elizabeth who was lay with her head on her shoulders, and an arm over her middle.
"I'll order something." Jason said, gently getting out of his fathers hold, and grabbing the phone.
When Henry and Elizabeth woke next, they were alone on the couch, and their attention soon went to the kitchen where they heard their children talking.
"What time is it?" Elizabeth asked her husband.
"I'm not sure." He replied.
"You're awake!" Ali said as she walked into the living room.
"There's Chinese on the table." Stevie said, and Elizabeth stood slowly, and laughed as her husband stood and began to walk before stumbling. And the children smiled in their parents direction.
Still as ill as when they woke up, Henry and Elizabeth took themselves back to bed not long after waking from the couch. And when they woke up the next morning, they didn't feel 100% but they felt... more like themselves, and managed to get dressed and get to work.
One week later, the couple looked in the direction of the stairs as their middle child came down them slowly at around twelve pm. The paperwork they were looking through, and the only reason they were awake was placed back on the table as Ali placed herself in between both her parents and snuggled against them both, her head on her dads shoulder, and her legs stretched out on her mothers.
"I went into your room but you weren't there." Ali said, and Elizabeth knew her little girl had caught what they had, as she always became needy and cuddly when she was unwell.
"You feeling okay, Noodle?" Henry asked, and she shook her head, closing her eyes and she placed her hand in her mothers, and Elizabeth and Henry looked at each other, and Henry went to talk when Jason made his way down the stairs, as they both knew he had also gotten the horrid flu they had, Jason sat next to his mother, wrapping his arms around her left one and rested his head on her shoulder.
"Jace, you okay?" Elizabeth asked with a smile, as she ran her fingers threw her almost thirteen year olds hair, as he, just like his sister, became needy when ill.
"Headache. Muscles ache." He grumbled, closing his eyes, and Elizabeth gently kissed her sons head.
"You reckon our nineteen year old will join us soon?" Elizabeth joked, but hoped selfishly, and henry raised his head in the direction of the stairs as the oldest McCord child stumbled down them, and sat next to her father. She was always a daddies girl, especially when she wasn't 100%, and that would never change.
"I'm guessing your ill as well?" Henry said, wrapping an arm around his eldest as she lay her head on his shoulder just like Ali on his other side.
"Its your fault." She croaked, a smile on her lips, and she was asleep soon after, just like her siblings.
"We have three very poorly children." Elizabeth laughed as they sat in a wrapped circle of limbs and cuddles.
"Yes we do." He smiled, and used their spare hands to entwine their fingers, and they were asleep not long after. And the McCord's stayed like that all night. Wrapped up. A family.