Gabriel Brown: Collection of Short Alaskan Bush People Fan Fics

Chicken Soup

You hate being sick. And it is worse because you have a date with Gabe tonight. Being with him is always the highlight of your week. If your chest didn't hurt so badly when you breathed, you would scream with frustration. All you can force out is a raspy wheeze.

"Great. Just great." You wrap your robe around you and stuff your feet into your furry Thor slippers. The silver wings on the side of each shoe always make you feel a little better. Shuffling down the short hallway to the bathroom, you notice the clock on the wall.

"No, No!" You can't believe you slept that long. Gabe will be arriving any minute and you look like death warmed over. Glancing at your reflection in the mirror you realize that is a very generous thought. You look so bad, it's like you are already stone cold dead!

Almost immediately, there is a heavy knock on your front door. Sighing heavily, "Ow!" You grab your chest as you open the door to face Gabe.
"Hi gorgeous!" His huge grin makes his whole face light up.
"Hi Gabey." You self consciously smooth down your hair as you smile back at him. Every time you see him, the sheer manliness of him takes your breath away.

Gabe grabs you around the waist and starts trying to kiss you but you stop him with a hand on his chest.
"Sorry, Gabey, but I'm really sick. I can barely breathe so if you kiss me I might just pass out." You try to laugh but the stitch in your chest pinches again. "Ow, Ow, Ow!"

"Oh, well that's not good at all." Gabe sweeps his arm under your legs and carries you to the bedroom. You are so sick you can barely enjoy the warmth of his body surrounding you. Plopping you a little ungracefully on the bed, Gabe realizes he has your head at the foot of the bed. He quickly snatches you up and flips you around, resting your head on the pillows. It is a sweet thing to do, but now you are kind of dizzy so you close your eyes.

"Let me take these off of you." Your eyes snap open in horror as you feel Gabe's strong hands pulling at your Thor slippers. Too late.
"Wings, huh?" He holds the slipper up to the light, to see it better. "Oh, yeah. I know about Thor." Gabe's grin reappears as he holds your slipper high above his head. "Whoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor!"
Gabe still grins, but watches you closely as you laugh to see if it still causes you pain. Surprisingly, your chest isn't hurting quite as much.
"You are so sweet." Running your hand along his soft sideburns, you reach for his short ponytail.
"Thank you." He dips his head, a little embarrassed.

"How about I make you some chicken soup?" Gabe asks suddenly. Before you can say no he is already heading for the kitchen. He takes a few steps out the door and immediately turns back to you. Dropping down on his knees beside your bed, he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his curly head in the soft place between your breasts and your stomach. You feel like your heart may explode you love him so much.

"I'm so sorry you are sick." He whispers. "But I know how to cook." He assures you, looking up at your face. "You won't die from my cooking."
Seeing your smile, Gabe heads confidently back into the kitchen to make your soup. After several noisy minutes when you can hear loud thumping and bumping coming from the kitchen, Gabe finally yells back to you.

"Hey! Where do you keep your chickens?"