Linda Reagan sighed as she shifted positions. She had come down with the flu, and she felt absolutely awful. She hated being sick- even if it was a simple cold.

"You awake, babe?" A voice asked in a soft whisper.

"Yes, I'm awake."

"How're you feeling?"

Linda sat up and looked at her husband. "Tired, wiped out, zonky."

Danny smirked; zonky was a word Linda had invented in high school. She'd always referred to crashing as totally zonked. So "zonky" meant totally tired.

"Do you need anything?" He put his hand on her warm cheek, eliciting a small smile from the blonde's lips.

"I'm okay, just tired."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure," she nodded, glad that her husband had convinced his boss for a day off.

"Okay, call me if you need anything." He planted a small kiss on her forehead, then walked out of the bedroom.

A few hours later, Linda texted Danny, requesting that he help her.

"What's up?" He asked, coming into the room.

"I'm kinda hungry..."

"Whaddaya want?"

"Chicken soup and saltines, please?"

"Coming right up."

About ten minutes later, Danny came back up again. "Uh... Linda? How the hell do I make that?"

Linda groaned loudly as she put the pillow over her head.

"You know what? I'll figure it out." Danny went into the kitchen and pulled out his phone. "Hello? China King? Yes, I'd like a large order of sweet and sour chicken, a large order-a wontons, and those fried doughnut thingies... you got chicken soup?... a large chicken soup, but not spicy... yes, thank you... thirty minutes or less? Okay, thanks." Danny confirmed his address and hung up. He walked back to their bedroom. "Linda?"

"Hmm?"

"It'll be ready in thirty minutes or so."

"Thank you..."

"No problem."

The doorbell rang and Danny answered it. "Oh, good," he took the food from the delivery boy.

"That'll be 17.50."

"For doughnuts, wontons, chicken, and soup?"

The boy nodded.

"Huh." Danny shrugged but gave the boy a twenty. "Keep the change. Thanks," he closed the door with his foot and went to the kitchen. He poured the soup in a bowl and grabbed a spoon. He headed upstairs and into his bedroom. "Here's the soup."

Linda smiled as she received it from him. "You ordered Chinese, didn't ya?"

"What? Of course not!"

She raised and eyebrow, not believing a word he said.

"Alright, so I did... will it bother you if I eat with you?"

"Course not," Linda shook her head.

"Good. Lemme go get the food."

After Danny had settled down next to his wife, Linda looked through the bag. "Wontons, sweet and sour, and doughnuts? This is your lunch? All large?"

"Hey, I skipped breakfast. Plus, this stuff is nutritional. It's got protein."

"And vitamin O."

"What's that?"

"Oil."

Danny smiled as he chewed his chicken. "Oil's good, it makes your hair shiny."

"No... it makes your hair dirty."

"Whatever... how's the soup?"

"Good. Want some?"

"Nah. Want some of my stuff?"

"Mm-mm. It'll upset my stomach."

"You do know I could-a made the soup, right?"

Linda smiled, and put her hand on Danny's cheek. "Course you could, babe."

After lunch, Linda was ready for a nap. "Will you join me?" She asked Danny.

"I'm not tired, but I'll stay till you fall asleep."

"Thank you." They got into their usual sleeping positions, Danny on his back and Linda with her head on his chest or over his heart. She sighed contently, "you're such a good husband; I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most." Linda kissed Danny's cheek before she fell asleep in his protective arms.