WDW IMAGINES

Sick

"Are you sure your okay baby? You do not sound okay.. you dont look okay. Please is there anything I can do to help? Do you want soup? Or water I can get you medicine?" The curly head asks kneeling in front of the bed.

"Jack honey im fine. Ive already taken medicine and I already have water," you reassure him.

Jack sighs giving up on asking because he knew you would keep telling him the same thing. That you where fine. Jack turned off the bedroom light and shut the door behind him. He made his way into the kitchen to rummage through everything.

He found almost all the ingredients for chicken noodle soup. Or at lease he thought he did. Jack had no clue what he was doing. He just went with the flow hoping that it would come out alright at the end.

Mostly because he didn't want to have to postmates some soup. He wanted to actually be good at something and make you feel better. With all his love he threw the noodles into his pot of broth and his Chicken into a frying pan. With finesse and the flick of wrist he added the seasonings closing the lid.

In the end he had a bunch of vegetables and noodles swirling in his pot. It smelled good and it looked good. But was it everything he needed? Did it taste good?

The wooden spoon slowly rose to his lips. At first its hot but he doesnt care. His eyes roll into the back of his head as the liquid rolls down his throat. Lmao...

This was the best thing that Jack has cooked. And it wasn't Ramen. Jack was what you could call a burn the house down guy. Truth is he couldn't cook when he tried he usually burnt something or it tasted discusting.

He smiles taking two bowls filling them with the noodle soup. Carefully he makes his way upstairs to where you where watching a movie after waking up from a nap. Jack sat on the bed handing you one of the bowls.

"Wow babe you didn't have to how did you do this?" You ask clearly surprised that he went out of his way to do this.

"I was just doing what I had to do! I want you happy and healthy and I would do anything to make that happen... Are you feeling any better?" Jack asks eating his soup.

"Much much better thankyou baby," you thank him.

You both finish your soup while watching Titanic making little jokes or small talk here and there. Jack takes the bowls back to the kitchen and then lays in bed next to you.

"Babe?" Jack asks turning down the valume to the movie.

"Yeah?" You say.

"Have you thought about taking a pregnancy test? Like could that be the cause of your sickness? Y/n I'd really love to be a daddy," Jack says taking your hands in his.

"I-I haven't but maybe we should, I didn't even think about that I just thought I had just gotten the flu or something," you admit. Of course Jack and you where sexually active but you where also on the pill.

Hearing Jack say he would love to be a dad meant the world. That he wanted to start a family with you.

"I guess we can get a test and see but it will be a high chance considering im on the pill Jack," you say and Jacks smile fades.

"B-but there is a chance right? What if you forgot to take it or it didn't work?" Jack asks.

"I don't know!"

"Honey if we arent then we can try for a family.. Right?" Jack says.

"Right," you smile placing your lips on his not even caring that your still sick.