You Are On My Mind

I Worry About Her

Danny sighed as he drank his coffee. It was weird, working from home. He was instructed to look at cases from other detectives who didn't have a family to go home to; those detectives came home to plants and fish and cats. He had a wife, two kids. He had to stay healthy- for them. He hadn't realized how much he actually liked interacting with people (which surprised him, because he was not a people person).
"Hey, you okay, brother?" Jamie frowned through the computer screen. He was working from home as well; cases were being sent via email, and officers were FaceTiming him with quick questions. With a pregnant wife eating him out of house and home, it was imperative that he stayed put.
"I worry about her, that's all. I mean.... she's on the front line. She's right in the middle of all the germs. And when she comes home, she's isolating herself from all of us."
"She survived two gun wounds, and a fatal helicopter crash. She can survive germs."
"I know, I know. Jack and Sean are towers of health- they'll just get a cold. But what if Dad or Pops catches it? They're old and have respitory problems. It could kill them. And what about Eddie? And the baby? Linda says seniors and pregnant women are the ones that are really at risk."
"Which is why we're all staying home. We FaceTime dinners on Sundays, and do church that way, too. You've got nothing to worry about."
Danny smiled as a four month pregnant Eddie came into the frame. She had a bowl of barbecue chips, and sat decidedly in Jamie's lap.
"Hi, Danny!" She waved at him, fingers orange with the seasoning.

He chuckled, remembering when Linda was pregnant. "Hey. It's good to see that you haven't run out of supplies." He smirked, watching her crunch a chip.
Eddie held up the bowl, shrugging, a cute smile on her face. "You guys doin' okay?"
Danny considered, then turned his head when the door clicked open. In the distance, he heard shoes being kicked off.
Through the speaker, Jamie and Eddie heard, "I'm home! Don't touch me till I've full scrubbed!"
"Babe, wanna say 'Hi' to Jamie and Eddie?"
Linda came into the frame, dressed in her scrubs. "Hi, guys! How's everyone?" She took a seat next to Danny, who adjusted the camera. She was now in the frame, her husband slipping into the background.
"We're doing good. A little cabin fever," Jamie shrugged, making a 'but-What-can-you-do?' face.
"Yeah. Danny's got that, too. The house hasn't been cleaner!"
"Tell me about it!" Eddie smiled, "but Jamie keeps making me sit down. I'm pregnant, not a one-legged opossum on the freeway!"
"Better get used to it. Danny was like that, too, only a thousand times worse. How's Junior anyways?"
Eddie rubbed her tummy, which was just starting to show. "Junior's good. Loving all the food Jamie's been making." The future Reagan baby was quickly named 'Junior'. Eddie wanted to be surprised, so Junior seemed logical.
"I'll bet."
"How're you?" Jamie rubbed Eddie's belly subconsciously.
Linda sighed, "really tired. And scared for the people who have COVID-19. It's pretty scary stuff."
"But... we'll survive it, right?" Eddie suddenly sounded scared.
"We've survived the Black Plague, Cholera outbreak, more plagues, the invention of rap music..... we can totally survive this."
She smirked. "I wish I had your confidence." Eddie suddenly frowned.
Jamie rubbed her back, "we'll be fine, sweetie. We're taking vitamins and all the precautions."
Danny came back into the frame, and put a hand on Linda's shoulder. "I started your bath."
"Ooh, thank you." She smiled up at her husband, then to the screen. "I gotta go disinfect. Talk to you later. Maybe at ten?"
"Yeah, I'll text one of you," Jamie nodded. "Bye, guys. Talk to you later."
"Bye," Linda smiled and waved, and stood to make her way up to the welcoming bath.
"See ya," Danny smiled and ended the video chat. He sighed once again; he picked up his coffee mug and followed Linda to the en-suite. Jamie was right; she was a strong woman, and he knew she'd stop at nothing to keep her family safe.