Time with my father

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[I'm sorry if this sucks. You've been warned]

Greg was waiting at the edge of the lake for Sigyn. He waited almost 30 minutes before he decided to run home. Sigyn always picked him up before riding home. Greg entered the house and ran up the stairs. He was gunna knock on Sigyn's door when he heard the reason why she didn't pick him up. He entered her room and headed straight for the bathroom.
Sigyn was sitting on the floor with her head resting against the wall. Her long auburn hair was in a very lose ponytail. The hair along her temples stuck to her head. She slowly raised her head only to put it back down.
"I'm fine Greg."
"No you're not. You're sick"
"Really I'm fi" she couldn't ever finish her sentence. She started throwing up. Greg grabbed her hair and held it away from her face. He rubbed small circles on her back. She stopped throwing up and looked at Greg.
"Greggy, I think I'm sick." Greg smiled at her. She called him Greggy. He hadn't heard that name in a long time. His mum was the only one to call him that, she called him that till the day she died.
"I know love. Let's get you to bed." Greg lifted her off the ground and carried her to her bed. He covered her with a blanket. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her back.
"Try and sleep. I'll bring you some tea in a bit." She nodded and closed her eyes. Greg left her room and entered his. He grabbed his phone and sent Mycroft a text message. Mycroft was off on a work related trip. He won't be home for almost a week.
'Sigyn is sick. -GL'
Greg took a shower and got dressed. He called his office to let them know he would not be coming in. He entered the kitchen and started the kettle. He grabbed two mugs and placed a tea bag in each. He waited for the kettle to boil, once it did he pored the water into the mugs. He left one on the counter and took the other to Sigyn. He placed the mug on her nightstand.
"Sig, sweetheart. I brought you some tea. You need to try and drink some." Sigyn whined and rolled over. She sat up. Her eyes remind closed. Greg picked up the mug and brought it close to her mouth.
"You need to stay hydrated. Come on sweetie." Sigyn took a sip of the tea. It was hot but not enough to burn her.
"It's good." She sipped at the tea. She almost finished it.
"I can't anymore."
"That's fine. I'll go and get you some medication. Would you like some cough drops?" As if on cue she broke out into a coughing fit. She laid back down and nodded her head. Greg stood up and covered her up.
"Just sleep. I'll be back in a bit. I have my phone if you need anything." Sigyn mumbled a response. Greg left her room and walked down the stairs. He grabbed his boots and jacket. He sat on the bottom step and put his boots on. He picked up his keys and wallet before leaving. As he walked to the garage he put his jacket on. He unlocked the door, opened it just enough to walk through and entered. He put the keys in the ignition and started it up. He zipped up his jacket, put on his backpack and helmet, hopped on his bike and zoomed off. He considered calling a car but figured his bike would be faster.
He rode into town and straight to the market. He parked and entered the store. He got a cart. He took off his helmet and placed it in the cart. He headed to the juice aisle and picked up a couple orange juice cartons. Next the medication. He browsed the different types and finally found one he thought would work. He also grabbed a bag of cough drops. He also got a whole cooked chicken, a couple bags of noodles, chicken stock, and some frozen veggies. He took the groceries to the checkout. He put the groceries on the belt. The checkout girl started ringing him up.
"Good morning Sir. How are you this fine day?"
"Hello, fine thanks."
"Good, good." The girl started biting the inside of her lip and batting her eyes.
"I see you have a helmet there. Got a bike to go with it?"
"Yes"
"I bet it goes fast. I like fast things." Greg slid his card, entered his pin and waited for the nieve girl to get a clue. He was definitely not interested.
"I really like fast things." She twirled a loss strand of hair around her finger.
"Good for you. So does my fiancé. He really loves to ride on the back of my bike." The young girl's face fell. She handed him his bags and recipe.
"Have a good day."
"You too." He grabbed the bags and left the store. He loaded the juices into the tailpack. The chicken, noodles, and stock got loaded into the seat storage. The small things got put in his backpack. He started it up, mounted it and started off towards home. He got home and unloaded the groceries. He placed the juice in the fridge. He grabbed a stock pot and put it on the stove. He added the chicken stock and turned on the heat to medium. He separated the chicken from the bone, fat and skin. By the time he finished a light boil started on the stock. He added the chicken, frozen vegetables and some water. He waited for it to boil again before he added the noodles and some spices. He covered the pot and tuned down the heat. Greg was in the process of cleaning the counters when he saw his untouched mug of tea. He put the mug in the sink and placed two slices of bread in the toaster. When they came out he took them up to Sigyn with a fresh cup of tea and the medicine he got.
When he entered her room she was fast asleep. He placed the toast and tea on her night stand.
"Sigyn, sweetie. You need to wake up." Her only response was barely a moan.
"Come on sweetie you need to take your medication." She whined and sat up. He handed her the toast. She just looked at it.
"This is not medication."
"You can't take the medication on an empty stomach."
"Right" she started eating the toast. Greg grabbed her desk chair and moved it next to her bed. He sat and watched her eat.
"Are you feeling any better?"
"Ya a little." She finished the toast and drank the tea. As Sigyn drank they talked. The conversation wasn't life changing. It was mostly about their childhoods. What it was like growing up with Mycroft as a father, why Greg chose to be a DI, what life at school was like, how Greg wished he saw his boys more, and just about anything that came to mind. Sigyn's eyes started drooping.
"Lay down. Go back to sleep, if you can. I'll wake you when it's time for dinner." Sigyn nodded her head and laid back. She closed her eyes. Greg put the chair back and gathered the plate and tea. He headed back down the stairs. He place the dishes in the sink and started on his lunch. He pulled some bread, meat and cheese from the fridge. He also grabbed some condiments. He made his sandwich, got a glass of water and headed for the living room. He watched some random show as he ate. When he was done he returned his dishes to the kitchen.
Greg walked to the barn and was met with excitement from both Mattie and Gladstone.
"Well, hello to you too."
Greg gave both horses some oats, fresh hay, and clean water. When he was done he got a saddle and bridle on Mattie. He then got a bridle for Gladstone, the yearling was not happy about that. Greg tied Gladstone at the front of his stall before he mounted Mattie. He guided Mattie towards the entrance of the barn grabbing Gladstone's rope before they left. As they rode he kept it at a slow pace, giving Gladstone encouragement along the way. After about two hours, he returned the horses. Once they were back in the appropriate stalls, he started the grooming. He brushes out their hair, checked their shoes, and gave them an apple as a treat.
"Thank you." Greg turned quickly in surprise. Sigyn was standing at the entrance of the barn. She was still in her pajamas and bathrobe.
"What are you doing down here? Get back inside now!"
"I wanted to make sure the horses were taken care of."
"I understand your concern. Now go back to bed! You are not going to be good to them if you get sicker!"
"Yes Greg." Sigyn turned and walked back into the house. Greg finished with the horses he went back to the house. When he entered he saw Sigyn sitting in the living room.
"Feeling better?"
"Ya. My head and body still hurt. I haven't vomited since this morning. I'm still tired."
"Sounds to me like you have a 24 hour flu." Sigyn groaned and wrapped her bathrobe tight around her. Greg smiled and walked into the kitchen. He took the lid off the pot and gave it a stir. It smelled good. He tested the noodles and vegetables. He grabbed two soup bowls and soup spoons. He ladled a good serving in each bowl. He pored some orange juice in a glass and milk in another. He put both bowls, glasses, spoons and two slices of bread on a serving tray. He walked into the living room and found Sigyn laying on the couch coughing.
"When was the last time you took your medication?"
"When did you give it to me?" Greg rolled his eyes. He placed the tray on the coffee table.
"Your worse than you father. Here, sit up." Sigyn sat up with a groan. Greg handed her a bowl of soup and a spoon.
"Eat, I'll be right back." Greg went upstairs and grabbed Sigyn's mediation and cough drops. He brought them down to Sigyn.
"Here take this," Greg handed Sigyn some medication and her orange juice. She took the medication with a snarl.
"Thank you, now finish eating." Greg grabbed his bowl and sat next to Sigyn on the couch. They ate in silence for awhile.
"This is really good. Did you make it?"
"Yes I did. My mum would make this for me every time I wasn't feeling well. She claimed it had secret powers." Sigyn chuckled as she ate her soup. Greg finished his bowl of soup and got up to get another.
"Would you like some more?"
"No thanks." Greg got more soup and returned to the living room.
"Do you mind if I turn on the TV? A rugby game's on"
"Not at all. Go right ahead." Greg turned on the TV and found the rugby game. Sigyn placed her bowl on the coffee table and picked up her book.
Greg finished his soup and put the bowl on the coffee table next to Sigyn's.
Sigyn was starting to get tired, she rubbed her eyes and gave a big yawn. Greg had his arm stretched on the back of the couch and his feet resting on the table. The warmth coming from Greg called to Sigyn like a siren. She moved a little closer to him, but not enough to touch. Sigyn continued to read her book and Greg continued watching the game. Before anyone knew what happened, Sigyn had her head resting on Greg's shoulder. She could barely keep her eyes open. Greg smiled to himself. He was glad Sigyn was feeling comfortable around him. Greg heard a thump and saw that Sigyn's book fell on the floor. She was asleep next to him. Greg thought to himself,
'I'll finish the game then take her upstairs'. He scooted down on the couch a little bit and got comfortable.

Mycroft finished his trip early and wanted to surprise his family. He got out of the black town car and noticed a light was on. He turned his key and opened the door. The TV was on a sports recap show.
Greg was on the couch but his head was laying on the back cushion. He was obviously asleep. Mycroft put his umbrella and jacket on the coat rack. He took his briefcase to his office. He rounded the couch and saw the whole picture. Sigyn was in her pajamas and bathrobe. She was fast asleep on Greg's shoulder. Greg had his arm on the back of the couch and was asleep as well.
Their soup bowls, plates and cups were still on the coffee table. One of Sigyn's books rested on the floor just in front of them. Mycroft gathered the dishes and took them into the kitchen. He reentered the living room and walked around the coffee table. He picked up the book. He bent down and kissed his daughter's forehead. He could feel a slight temperature.
He walked back around the table and kissed his fiancé on the cheek. Greg opened his eyes a little and smiled. Mycroft whispered,
"I'm home. Don't wake up. I'll see you in the morning."
"Welcome home, love." Greg responded in a whisper back.
"Go back to sleep," Greg nodded his head and rested his head on Sigyn's.
Mycroft smiled as he pulled out his phone. He stood on the other side of the table and snapped a photo. He turned off the light and headed to bed. On his way he changed his lock screen. Greg loved Sigyn and Mycroft never wanted to forget it.