A bit of mother/son bonding stuff. Enjoy!
Danny sighed contentedly, snuggling deeper into the soft blankets in which he was cocooned. He should definitely be sick more often.
…Then again, if he had a choice between going to school and being forced to use his ghostly wail four times consecutively, he would choose school. Even the addictive pull of warmth and video games all day bowed before the threat. Vlad and his cronies had overdone it this time, though, and the likelihood of something like this happening again was low.
"Danny?" A familiar voice called from outside his bedroom door, "I'm coming in, okay?"
Danny smiled at his mother as she opened the door and stepped inside, a steaming mug held in one hand. Waving silently, he made sure to save his session of DOOM before accepting the aromatic beverage.
Maddie grinned back, "Tea with honey. That'll at least help with the soreness, and hopefully your voice will be back soon."
Danny nodded and blew gently on the tea. The puff of steam wafted towards the woman who, for once, was wearing something other than a skintight Hazmat suit. The blue T-shirt and loose sweatpants made her seem more like a mother than Danny remembered having around for…
It had been a long time.
But she was here now, caring for him despite not knowing the truth, and for that he was grateful.
Laughing lightly at the face Danny made when he burned his tongue trying to sip the tea, Maddie straightened and ruffled the half-ghost's long hair.
Yeah, things were good lately, and whether that was the calm before the storm or not, Danny would let himself enjoy it. He sent another smile at his mother and mouthed 'I love you'.
"I love you too, sweetie," Maddie said as she strode for the door, "Now, you drink up and feel better. I don't want you to miss school again tomorrow!"
With a soundless groan, Danny rolled his eyes. Yep, ghost hunter or not, a mom was still a mom.
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