Characters/Pairings : AmyxShawn
Disclaimer : You REALLY Think I own ?
Author's Notes : Amy Is STILL In The WWE Extra Note : Not My Best. But EVERYONE Wanted A Shawn Story. And It Was Sorta Rushed Last Night.
Word Prompt : Chicken Soup Word Count : 304
Chicken Soup
Shawn lay back and grinned. Pretending to be sick was so easy and Amy fell for it every time. She'd cluck around him like a mother hen, making him jelly, ice cream and whatever else seemed to take his fancy. She'd fluff his pillows, give him control of the remote and just generally be at his beck and call. Occasionally, she'd make him "normal" get-well food, like soup and, understandably, she'd expect him to eat it. This was one of the rare times Shawn was glad McKenzie would eat anything.
For the past two days, Shawn had been "ill" and had been confined to his bed. Amy, being the good little housewife, had looked after him well. But after hearing "The Heartbreak Kid" yelling loudly at the TV that the recent football game had been a fix, she highly doubted he really WAS sick.
Around dinner time, she made him a bowl of chicken soup. If Shawn really was sick, he'd eat one or two mouthfuls, leave it and tell her later whether he liked it or not. But recently, EVERYTHING she gave him was devoured, and McKenzie was looking rather fat.
She grinned as she added the final touch to her soup, half a tub of salt. Smiling sweetly, she gave him his soup, "Enjoy." she said, leaving him, McKenzie and the soup alone.
An hour later, Amy went to check on "the patient". "baby that soup was delicious." he smiled weakly, handing her the bowl.
"It wasn't a little too salty?" she asked.
"Well," he began, but was interrupted as McKenzie collapsed on Amy's foot, clearly exhausted at eating so much salt. "my bad." He said, attempting to look innocent.
Amy picked McKenzie up, balancing him on her left arm and whispered, "you are SO gunna get it for this Mr Michaels."