[ She's puttering around in the kitchen making you half-french chicken soup, you ungrateful little shit. Her mother had a lovely recipe that Raleigh remembered having when she'd been down with the worst cases of flu, and it had been delicious and piping hot and it'd always went down easy.
Chuck's sick and she'd sent their baby in to make him feel better while he prepared good stuff for him so love her for being a fucking great wife okay. (Also because she's busy and no one's going to keep an eye on him because Percy really is going to grow up to be a felon -- he keeps getting out of his playpen).
To his credit, Percy really doesn't understand 90% of what he's saying, only picking up on 'Mommy' and he's giggling and giving Max kisses, and his daddy kisses too, because Mommy told him to.
Raleigh comes in after a few minutes, balancing a bowl of hot chicken soup mixed in with carrots and potatoes and a biscuit. He looks like death warmed over, and she sets the tray on the side before perching beside him, adjusting the towel on his forehead. He's still burning up, but she imagines it'll settle in awhile. ]
[The fuck is half-French chicken soup, what makes it not totally French? Or totally American?
But no, he won't divorce her until after the soup is consumed. That actually is really sweet of her. It smells good, whatever it is and he makes a totally valiant effort to sit up that is not at all filled with overdramatic struggling or whining. He's not going far though because Percy is sitting firmly on his leg.]
[ It's a french recipe and an american chicken, that's what. Now shut up and drink your soup.
She does, however, do him the favour of extricating Percy, the lovable limpet, from Chuck's leg, onto her lap, and not so privately thinks that sick Chuck may just be the most overdramatic version of Chuck ever. ]
I know. [ Raleigh tells him, but she leans over, removing the cool towel and presses a kiss to his forehead anyway, because he's sick and she supposes she'll let him have his day. ] But you haven't eaten a thing all day.
[That is because the utter thought of food up until this moment has activated his gag reflex. He's not being overdramatic at all, he's sick, and sick people have a right to do nothing all day.
Chuck leans against her a little, and then reaches for the tray so he can have his soup.]
That's too bad, [ Raleigh deadpans, lazy humour in her eyes when she gently sets Percy down. ] I have the papers ready.
[ But she's picking the bowl up because he really looks like shit, and she doesn't trust him to have his soup without incident -- and, well, yeah, she's totally mother-henning him and she's allowed because he hasn't been this sick since... ever. ]
[He can handle eating soup, for fuck's sake woman, the next wife he has is totally going to be nothing like Raleigh. She's going to be brunette, lazy, self centered, a total gold digger, smart.]
[ And he's not going to love her as much as he loves Raleigh. Face it, he likes his women blonde, sassy, in love with him, not his money, and a lot less accommodating of his shit at the same time. fuck you, chuckles, she's the smartest mutt ever ]
Right now, Dr. Chuckles, you can't pull your pants on without passing out. [ Raleigh points out quite sensibly, while Percy proceeds to harass the dog on the floor. ] And I'd rather not have you spilling any of the hot soup on yourself. So lie back, open up, and think of Australia. Or drop bears.
[She can't be that smart, if she insists on using that nickname over and over.]
Funny, I said the same thing to my mistress the other day.
[He'll be fine, since he can make jokes. But it won't be any time soon because he doesn't fight her, he actually does what she asks and lets her feed him.]
Yeah? [ Raleigh drawls, because he's eating soup like a good husband and she'll let this slide. He's got a pretty healthy appetite despite the fact that he looks like shit, so that's a good thing, right?
(She worries a little, anyway.)
She feeds him another spoonful, continuing with a smirk. No matter his threats, Chuck has always been faithful (or rather, tenaciously single-minded); and it's one of the many things she's come to love about him. ] What, the passing out part, or the thinking of Australia part? Because neither, babe, are very flattering.
[No, he doesn't come off that way but he's just as loyal as she is when it comes to people he cares about. And cheating hasn't really been an option, once they were official and all that.]
[ The shit that they do, right? And it comes down in the end to a loyalty and a stubbornness and a sort of dysfunctional love that shouldn't work, but it does.
[Okay that last spoonful only really got half into his mouth, the other half dribbled down his chin and he waves her off when he moves to wipe it off because his stomach is not... that happy anymore suddenly.]
[ She punches his arm lightly, because that's not funny. And because Yancy slept one dude Raleigh really liked that one time. It's a million years ago and he hasn't stuck around but it's still a sore spot. She frowns, setting the bowl aside to hand him a tissue. ]
[Of course-- Chuck would not be surprised to learn that the Beckets had fought over a guy once. But he doesn't know that and he's just being a cocky asshole right now.]
What? Come on, it's funny.
obvs this is an au of the doctor au where yancy is a girl and doesn't die :x
[ Raleigh snorts; yeah, they're mostly over it, but -- it's still sort of a sore spot, you know? Raleigh's still frowning, she knows he's joking, but those memories. ]
We fought over a guy once. She slept with someone I liked. [ Raleigh didn't move quickly enough, when he flirted with them both and she had his number. ]
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Chuck's sick and she'd sent their baby in to make him feel better while he prepared good stuff for him so love her for being a fucking great wife okay. (Also because she's busy and no one's going to keep an eye on him because Percy really is going to grow up to be a felon -- he keeps getting out of his playpen).
To his credit, Percy really doesn't understand 90% of what he's saying, only picking up on 'Mommy' and he's giggling and giving Max kisses, and his daddy kisses too, because Mommy told him to.
Raleigh comes in after a few minutes, balancing a bowl of hot chicken soup mixed in with carrots and potatoes and a biscuit. He looks like death warmed over, and she sets the tray on the side before perching beside him, adjusting the towel on his forehead. He's still burning up, but she imagines it'll settle in awhile. ]
Hey, babe. Can you sit up?
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But no, he won't divorce her until after the soup is consumed. That actually is really sweet of her. It smells good, whatever it is and he makes a totally valiant effort to sit up that is not at all filled with overdramatic struggling or whining. He's not going far though because Percy is sitting firmly on his leg.]
You didn't have to.
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She does, however, do him the favour of extricating Percy, the lovable limpet, from Chuck's leg, onto her lap, and not so privately thinks that sick Chuck may just be the most overdramatic version of Chuck ever. ]
I know. [ Raleigh tells him, but she leans over, removing the cool towel and presses a kiss to his forehead anyway, because he's sick and she supposes she'll let him have his day. ] But you haven't eaten a thing all day.
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Chuck leans against her a little, and then reaches for the tray so he can have his soup.]
I guess I won't divorce you just yet.
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[ But she's picking the bowl up because he really looks like shit, and she doesn't trust him to have his soup without incident -- and, well, yeah, she's totally mother-henning him and she's allowed because he hasn't been this sick since... ever. ]
Let me.
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smart.]Raleigh... I operate on hearts. I can eat soup.
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fuck you, chuckles, she's the smartest mutt ever]Right now, Dr. Chuckles, you can't pull your pants on without passing out. [ Raleigh points out quite sensibly, while Percy proceeds to harass the dog on the floor. ] And I'd rather not have you spilling any of the hot soup on yourself. So lie back, open up, and think of Australia. Or drop bears.
[ ...Stupid drop bears. ]
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Funny, I said the same thing to my mistress the other day.
[He'll be fine, since he can make jokes. But it won't be any time soon because he doesn't fight her, he actually does what she asks and lets her feed him.]
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(She worries a little, anyway.)
She feeds him another spoonful, continuing with a smirk. No matter his threats, Chuck has always been faithful (or rather, tenaciously single-minded); and it's one of the many things she's come to love about him. ] What, the passing out part, or the thinking of Australia part? Because neither, babe, are very flattering.
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I didn't say she was smart.
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Raleigh feeds him another two spoonfuls. ]
Yeah? What's her name?
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Oh, alright. I confess. It's your sister.
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[ She punches his arm lightly, because that's not funny. And because Yancy slept one dude Raleigh really liked that one time. It's a million years ago and he hasn't stuck around but it's still a sore spot. She frowns, setting the bowl aside to hand him a tissue. ]
Don't say that.
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What? Come on, it's funny.
obvs this is an au of the doctor au where yancy is a girl and doesn't die :x
We fought over a guy once. She slept with someone I liked. [ Raleigh didn't move quickly enough, when he flirted with them both and she had his number. ]
That was years ago, but.
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Alright fine. It's not funny.
>: ilu
I'd kill you if it was Jazmine, though. [ She smirks. ] She's got a thing for your fuzzy chest.
lays in my feels
So she'd appreciate me, unlike some other people.