Chapter 1: A Home Cooked Meal
A/N: hey, everyone! i am still writing my other carol and sis fanfic, but this idea popped into my head so i had to get it down somewhere. this fanfic will probably be a quick fluffy one, but i hope you enjoy it all the same.-
"Make yourself comfortable, get your feet up and you'll be better in no time." Carol leaned in and dropped a light kiss on her husbands lips. At times like this she was grateful to be married to Roger. Getting up from the sofa, he smiled at his wife as he walked into the kitchen.
Soon she could hear pots and pans banging and the odd shout from her husband. Just as she was about to investigate Chrissie walked through the door.
"Hey, Carol. Are you feeling any better?" Carol gestured an 'about the same' movement with her hand just as Chrissie put her coat in the closet. "Oh good!" The redhead replied. "Where's Roger?" She asked. Carol pointed to the kitchen, but again Chrissie didn't see. "Still at work, huh? You'd of thought he would of come home early considering his wife was ill." Once again Carol pointed at the kitchen door. "I guess you're used to it by now though, sis. You poor kid!" Her younger sibling responded, just as she came round to the front of the sofa and sat down.
Suddenly a huge crash was heard from the kitchen and Chrissie let out a scream. "Carol! There's someone in the kitchen!!" She gripped her sisters hand in fear. "Do you suppose it's burglars?" Carol shook her head. "Murderers?" she shook her head again. "Well the pots and pans aren't banging about by themselves, Carol!" Chrissie huffed.
Another crash, followed by a loud shout was heard from the kitchen. Then Roger walked through the adjoining door. "Carol, I have no idea how to work that oven." He exclaimed.
"ROGER!!" Chrissie yelled. She turned on her sister. "Carol, why didn't you tell me it was Roger in the kitchen?!" The older redhead deadeyed her sibling before tapping her throat. "Oh yeah. You can't talk... Sorry, Carol. Tell you what I'll go cook us something for dinner before Roger burns down the house. Okay?"
"Sure, why wouldn't you leap at the opportunity when food is involved?" Roger retorted, earning a playful slap on his arm from his wife.
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Later that night Carol and Roger were laying in bed together. The dinner had turned out to be a quick microwaveable meal, but Carol couldn't complain. However, Roger managed to let his thoughts be heard. All in all it had been a long day and the couple were glad to finally be cosy in bed.
"R-Rog..." Carol tried to say her husband name before he cut her off.
"Carol! You know you shouldnt be talking. write down what you want to say, honey"
Carol rolled her eyes, but grabbed the pencil and pad off her night stand. 'Thank you for looking after me today. I love you' She showed the note to her husband.
Roger smiled and kissed his wife, "when you're sick I'm supposed to look after you, sweetheart, and I love you too." He placed another peck on her lips just as the redhead let out a yawn. "Hey, you have to warn me when you're gonna do that. I coulda been swallowed." The jokes about his wife's mouth never seemed to stop, even when she was ill. Carol mimicked a silent laugh before sticking her tongue out.
Another yawn escaped her mouth, but this time away from Roger. Boy, not talking all day sure took it out of you. The redhead put her pencil and pad down and switched off her light.
Not long after Roger did the same. He fluffed up his pillow and buried his head deep into it, sighing contently.
Once he was comfy he put his arm around his wife's waist. The couple feeling warm and protected fell asleep quickly.