Jo + Dean = Elizabeth

Chapter Two

"Mom," I called out when I got home. "Where are you?"

"In here,"  I heard her call from the kitchen.

I put my bags down and went to see what she was doing. As I walked in she was setting food down on the table.

"You didn't have to." I tell her with a smile on my face.

"Of course I did. Now come give your mother a hug." She said while walking towards me.

I try my hardest not to instinctively place my hands on my stomach when she starts to hug me tightly. I do groan a little, however.

She looks at me concerned. "Honey, are you okay?"

" Yes, mom," I say smiling. "I'm just sore, that's all."

"Okay. Let's go eat so you can go to bed."

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While we ate we talked a little. Nothing major, just the usual "Are you okay" and "Are you hurt badly anywhere in particular" and "Do you need any help with the body". You know, the usual hunter questions.

"Well," I said once I got done eating and helped my mom with the dishes, even though she protested, "I think I'm going to get some sleep."

"Okay," my mom told me while putting the food away, "I'll see you in a few."

"Love you, Mom."

"Love you too, Baby."

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I woke up somewhere around noon. Lucky for me Mom was cooking lunch.

"Morning," I said as I yawned.

She laughed. "More like good afternoon. It's 12:30."

I smiled. "Good. That's means it's lunch time."

"Already ahead of you," she said as she put two plates on the table.

My stomach growled at the food in front of me. My mom made bacon cheeseburgers with everything I like on top of it with a side of fries.

"You really didn't have to," I say while picking up my burger.

"Of course I did. God knows when you're going off again, so while you're here I'm going to spoil you rotten. Well, even more rotten than you already are."

I smiled at the last part. "Well, at least sit down and eat while you're at it. You're making me uncomfortable."

She sat down. "Happy now?"

I gave her a cheeky smile. "Ecstatic."

"Alright smartly pants, eat your food so I can do dishes."

"Negative Ghost Rider," I told her.

She have me a curious face. "And why is that?"

"Because I'm doing them."

She opened her mouth to protest but I cut her off.

"Since you cooked, I will do dishes. And while I do them, you go get a shower."

"Fine," she relented.

I smiled at my victory.