"Henry?" Eddie called as she used her key to open the door to the Reagan home. "Are you here?"
"In the living room!" She can hear the Reagan patriarch's voice and followed it.
"How's your arm?" She asked after greeting him with a quick hug. She set the brown paper bag she was carrying on the table and took a seat.
"Better," Henry waved his casted right arm in the air and frowned. "But my life would be a hell of a lot easier without this blasted thing."
Eddie grinned, "I completely understand. But uh, why did I pick up soup?"
"Sean's not feeling well," Henry sighed. "And I can't whip up soup with this arm. Katz's Deli is second best."
Eddie snorted as she moved around the kitchen gathering a bowl and spoon and some crackers. Henry was very proud of his cooking skills and he must really be feeling the difficulty of the cast if he had asked her to pick up soup from a deli. She paused by the fridge, holding the door open, "Coke or juice?"
"Give the boy the soda," Henry waved his good hand in the air. "His mom and dad can fill him up with juice when they get home."
Eddie grabbed a can of Coke from the fridge and an orange for good measure. At Henry's questioning glance, she shrugged, "Vitamin C's always good for a cold?"
"Your heart's in the right place, Eddie," Henry grinned. "Jamie's a lucky guy to have you. Not everyone would run soup to their boyfriend's sick nephew on their day off."
"Henry," Eddie blushed and waved off the praise. "It's nothing. I...um...I love you guys like you were my own family. I'm happy to drop off the soup."
She could feel her cheeks continue to heat up. She and Jamie had been dating for months now - almost a year, actually - and she was still a little embarrassed around the Reagans, afraid that this happiness might come toppling down around her.
Henry didn't say anything - maybe he sensed Eddie's lack of comfortableness - instead he just smiled gently at her. She smiled back and put Sean's soup and everything on the tray that was waiting on the counter and headed for the stairs.
"Sean?" Eddie used her elbow to knock on the closed door. "Are you up?"
"Yeah, come on in," the teenager's sentence was broken up by harsh coughs. Eddie winced even as she nudged the door open with her foot.
"Hey," she said sympathetically. "Feeling rotten, huh?"
Danny and Linda's youngest child was sprawled on the spare bed, tissues and empty water bottles littering the immediate area.
"Uuurrrnnghh," he groaned, sneezing.
"Soup might perk you up," Eddie said, putting the tray down on the bed and helping Sean set it up.
"You brought me soup?" Sean peered into the bowl. Eddie watched as he tried to inhale the smell, but only made a weird snuffling sound instead.
"Yep," she smiled. "Henry couldn't make you his soup, so I stopped at Katz's Deli to get some chicken noodle."
She pulled a small bag from her sweatshirt pocket too and set it on the bedside table.
"What's that?" Sean asked, reaching for the bag. He pulled open the waxy paper and grinned. "Nice! Thanks, Eddie!"
"You're welcome," she laughed as he dug out the two giant chocolate chip cookies she had brought. "I figured being sick warrants a little sugar."
Sean grinned around a hunk of cookie, "It definitely does. Pop's been feeding me healthy stuff all day."
Eddie dropped to sit on the edge of the bed, frowning in mild disgust when her jeans clad thigh brushed against a pile of used tissues.
"The healthy stuff's what's gonna get you feeling better," she said. "But the cookies help too. What've you been doing, cooped up here all day?"
"Not much," Sean sighed. "It's pretty boring. All of my friends are in school so there's no one to connect with on the Xbox."
Eddie's nose wrinkled sympathetically. She looked at the pair of controllers and shrugged.
"I can't promise I'll be got at anything other than Mario Kart," she smiled openly, "But I'll play with you if you want?"
Despite his runny nose and red eyes, Sean grinned widely and perked up. "Really? You'd hang out with me? And play video games?"
"Sure!" Eddie laughed a little, her eyes crinkling. "If you teach me about what's it called? Call of Duty? If you teach me to play then I won't get my butt kicked by your Uncle Jamie."
Sean grinned and leaned for the controllers. He passed one to Eddie and said, "I've seen you play Mario Kart. We have a lot of work to do."
"Hey! Respect your elders," Eddie teased, smacking Sean with a pillow.
"No! Stop don't die! Shit!"
Henry rolled his eyes to the ceiling, as Eddie's shouts got progressively louder.
"Sean! You're supposed to be teaching me, not killing me!"
A loud thud sounded right over Henry's head.
"Are you okay?" he shouted, worried about injuries.
"We're good, Pop," Sean called back, laughing a little. "Eddie fell off the bed 'cause she's terrible at this game."
"Sorry for the commotion, Henry!" Eddie shouted down a few seconds later.
Henry shook his head.
Kids these days.
A/N: Jeez, sorry about this guys! This story was meant to be *Sean* and not Jack. I just noticed and I'm really sorry! Ugh, my brain is just fried. It's all the same, just the name is changed.