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Author's Note: Hello everyone! Surprise! Well sorta lol I know I usually like to update this story on Wednesday but because ei didn't get to finish my new chapter for 'Two Weeks (I'm almost done!) I decided to update this story today and then update 'Two Weeks' on Wednesday. Kinda switching things around for this week. Hope you all don't mind! Couple of little things first off thank you so very much for all the wonderful support and very lovely reviews! They really brighten up my day! So THANK YOU! You all are awesome! Also this mini oneshot is a bit longer than the previous two but its still considered mini—especially if you've read my other work lol. I hope you all didn't mind the length growing a bit. The next one is kinda long too maybe a bit shorter than this one but then we go back to the shorter ones. :D If you all are still interested in guessing what words inspired this oneshot I thought I would give you a little clue this time and see if that helps you all out a bit. So the clue is, this words appears several time, a number of 8 times. Good luck! Again you all are awesome and I thank you again for your amazing support and wonderful reviews! Hope you don't mind the length and please do review if you have the chance! Thanks once more, hope you like, please review if you can, and please, Enjoy!
It was an ordinary Wednesday morning at the Forman House. Red Forman sat at the kitchen table reading his morning paper while his two sons sat conversing with each other and his wife busied herself over by the stove with breakfast. Soon, Kitty was piling the food onto two plates for her growing boys and though she wore a smile as she did so, there was something different about her…something was off.
"Here you are, boys." She announced, trying to keep her voice chipper as she carried the plates over to the table and placed one in front of Eric and one in front of Steven. "Today we have pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and…ACHOO!"
Kitty abruptly sneezed but luckily turned her head to her left delivering her sneeze—not so luckily—allover Eric's plate of pancakes. Eric stared at the once delicious looking plate, trying not to show his disgust but having a hard time doing so. Meanwhile on the other side of the table, sat a smirking Hyde with eating utensils in hand.
"Haha." He said teasingly before cutting into his stack of pancakes.
A guilty expression crossed Kitty's face as soon as she saw Eric push his plate away.
"Oh Eric, honey, I'm sorry."
"It's okay Mom. Really." he interrupted her apology, "I just kinda had my hopes set on you know, a germ free breakfast."
She was about to offer to make Eric another plate when Hyde spoke up.
"Are you sick, Mrs. Forman?"
"No, no, I'm fine, Steven." She tried to assure although now her family seemed to have noticed a change in her voice; she shook her head, "It's just a little morning allergies."
"You've been sneezing like that for the past two hours, Mom." Eric swiftly pointed out.
Kitty glared warningly at her son sitting on her left, "Is the morning over yet?"
"No ma'am." He replied eyes focused downwards.
"Good." Kitty smiled, ready for his plate, "Now let me make you another plate. I'll just…"
Before she could finish another sneeze escaped, only this time turned her head to the right so as not to sneeze on Eric again. However, she didn't realize that turning to the opposite side would lead her to sneeze all over Hyde's food, that is until she saw the look on his face that was very similar to the one Eric had been wearing seconds ago.
"Oh Steven…" she started to say.
"It's alright, Mrs. Forman," he said, though did put the fork with a piece of pancake on it back down onto the plate, "I at least got one bite. That's more than what I got when I was living over at Edna's."
He said it to help make her feel better, however Hyde's words seemed to only make Kitty feel worse. But just when she was about to say something she broke out into a sneezing fit, sneezing one sneeze after another. There were at least eight different 'Bless you's and four 'gesundheit's before Kitty at last stopped her sneezing. By the time too, Red had become less interested in his paper and Hyde and Eric had come to a silent agreement.
"We'll see you later, Mom." Eric sad as he and his adopted brother stood up from their seats.
Kitty frowned, "What? You can't leave yet. What about breakfast?'
"We'll pick something up on the way to school."
"What? Why would you go pick up some greasy fast food breakfast when you can have a delicious home cooked one here?" the mother hen demanded to know, placing her hands on her hips.
"But Mrs. Forman," Hyde started, "you're sick."
This time it was Hyde's turn to receive the warning glare as Kitty firmly stated, "I am not sick. ACHOO!"
The sneeze caused all three men to look over at her, none of them believing her previous words for a second.
"That was just a little dust." She made a weak excuse to her family and the quickly moved on, "Now both of you sit back down and I'll fix new plates for both of you."
"Mom, it's really okay. We're fine with picking something up." Eric argued, "Besides it'll give us a better chance of not getting sick from eating the food."
"Yeah, but only slightly better." Hyde commented and Eric knew he had to nod along.
Feeling frustrated, Kitty turned to her husband, who once again was back to hiding behind the newspaper, "Red, I could use your help here."
"Kitty, let them go. They're only going to get something to eat and then to school. They'll be back." He said never looking up and then added, "Unfortunately."
Kitty looked at Red, blinking her eyes several times, wanting to fight back but feeling too tired to even try to put up a fight.
"Okay, fine. Go." she lifted her open palms up in defeat, "But you two better get something to eat for breakfast. It's the most important meal of day, you know."
The boys began to head over to the sliding glass door when Kitty called out to them causing them to halt their actions.
"What about my goodbye hugs?"
Not having to be told twice, Eric and Hyde stepped away from the exit and turned towards the short blonde woman. Eric, being the first in line, began to lean down, ready to be pulled into his mother's already open arms but then the reminder of how ill and contagious she was entered his mind along with the concert he and Donna had plans of going to that weekend. He couldn't get sick now! At the same time though, he didn't want to hurt his mother's feeling. Quickly he came up with a solution.
He straightened himself up, took a step or two back and stuck out an open hand in the space between him and his mom. Kitty's shoulders dropped when she saw that instead of a goodbye hug she was getting a goodbye handshake. Finally getting to the conclusion that it was better than nothing she grudgingly accepted the handshake by placing her hand in her son's hand.
As soon as the handshake was over and Eric had moved away, Hyde walked up to his adopted mother. Sure, he liked taking a few sick days from school but he never liked actually being sick on those sick days. Still he couldn't offer a lame handshake like Forman. Suddenly coming up with an idea, Hyde out stretched his right arm but instead of leaving it out for a handshake he raised his hand up above Kitty's head. He smiled lightly and then gave her a quick pat on the head before heading back over to the patio door.
"Bye, Mrs. Forman."
"Bye, Mom. Feel better."
"Bye boys." she called as she waved them off, "Don't forget about breakfast!"
Once the two were gone, Kitty let out a soft sigh and began to collect the unused dishes from the table. From the top of his paper, Red watched her put the dishes onto the counter beside the sink.
"Kitty," he began to say, "Leave those things alone and go upstairs and get into bed." he instructed in a strong tone.
"Oh Red, you devil you." Kitty said smiling shyly, obviously not understanding his words, "That's why you wanted the kids out of the house…"
Red scowled and folded up his paper, then stood up and walked towards her, "No Kitty, I mean leave those things alone and go upstairs and get into bed and rest."
"Honey, I can't rest, I have too many other things to do and my shift at the hospital starts in less than an hour…"
"Kitty, you're sick." Red interrupted her explanation.
"I am not sick."
"You're sneezing all over the place. Including the kids' plates. Just look at yourself Kitty, you're a mess." as soon as the words left his mouth Kitty's eyes widened in an almost frightening way and Red quickly tried to rephrase his words, "A beautiful mess, I mean. Sweetheart.'
Kitty shook her head, not pleased with his cover up but also not wanting to talk anymore about it, "Red, I am not sick. I don't get sick. I'm a mother, I'm a nurse, if I were sick I would know it and right now I know that I am not sick."
With his arms crossed over his chest, he watched his wife carefully, a smirk slowly crawling onto his lips as he asked, "You wanna sneeze right now, don't you?"
"No…I…don't." the struggle to hold in a sneeze was clear, however before Red could open his mouth Kitty marched out of the kitchen, through the swinging door and into the living room. A series of sneezes were heard from the other side of door not two seconds later, making Red shake his head,
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"Kitty?' Red called as he pushed open their bedroom door, his face and voice softened the minute he saw her, "Kitty."
She was sitting at her vanity, back slouched over, elbows propped up onto the table top, and her head dropped into her hands. Warily Kitty lifted her head and turned to her husband with sad eyes.
"Red, I think I might be sick." she said sounding even worse than she had in the kitchen.
"Come on." Red said as he neared her side.
He carefully helped pull her onto her feet and led her over to her side of the bed. While she sat herself on the edge of the mattress, he turned around to their dresser and pulled out one of her nightgowns and handed it to her.
"Here change into this and I'll get you the medicine."
Not feeling up to anything else, Kitty nodded and took the clothing from his hands. Red then headed towards the bathroom, taking two steps in before stepping right back out.
"Behind the mirror in the medicine cabinet, to your right on the top shelf." Kitty said never moving her eyes away from the button she was undoing on her blouse.
Red nodded his head and was gone again. By the time he returned with the two pills and a glass of water Kitty was already in her nightdress and under the covers.
"Here." He said handing her the medication and water which she soon took; he moved the tissue box from the top of their headboard to the bed next to her as he began to speak again, "I'll call the hospital and tell them you're not coming in today. The dumbasses are at school so that should give you at least seven hours of peace and quiet. And, no promises, but if I can I'll take off during my lunch break and bring you some of that chicken soup from Phillies."
Kitty smiled up at him and sniffled, "Thank you, Red."
She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together, waiting for a kiss. Red was just about to lean down for the kiss when he quickly remembered she was sick and he couldn't afford to get sick. He recalled the actions of his sons, a handshake and a pat on the head—dumbasses. Shaking his head and pushing back the thoughts of the two morons and focusing on his wife. Knowing that it wouldn't be wise to kiss her in her state but also knowing she would be very hurt if he ignored her, he brought his hand up and lightly kissed the tips of his fingers before gently placing them on Kitty's heated forehead watching a smile slowly creep onto her lips.
Author's Note: So…what did you think? Yay? Nay? Lemme know in a review!
And the word that inspired this mini-oneshot was…'sneeze.' Anyone guess correctly? Did the clue help? Should I stop with the guessing thing? I'd love to hear your thoughts!
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