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At first Scott tried soup. When he felt bad, his mom always gave him soup- so when she felt bad, it was only right to give her soup.
Okay, so it wasn't really soup.
He only poured some juice into a bowl, and microwaved it, awkward hands carrying it back to Melissa's room- but it was the closest thing he could do while following his mom's "Don't use the oven" and "Don't use the soup packets" rules (we need those, she had added after the second one)
At first she didn't notice him and Scott debated just letting it go and letting her rest but just as he intended to turn around, Melissa lifted her head of the pillow, attempting to smile and her son through the pain of the headache.
Her gaze dropped to the bowl in his hand and the smile faltered- he hadn't used the last of the soup packs had had he? She didn't get her paycheck for a while- but she forced it back of her face as she saw the hesitant look on Scott's face
"What do you have there, buddy?"
Licking his lips a little, Scott stepped closer to his mother's bed, coming to step beside her
"I've...I've got some juice for you." He lifted the bowl closer to her, careful not to move to fast and spill the juice.
Carefully Melissa grabbed the bowl, and although confused at his motivations, brought it to her mouth for a sip.
"This is really hot honey." She said softly.
Scott looked down at his feet, hair shifting over his eyes, even in his 9 year old logic, he couldn't explain what he had been thinking to his mother. It had been stupid anyways, he thought "Yeah, I know." He mumbled.
Putting the bowl on the bedside table, Melissa reached forward to pull Scott closer to her side "Honey." She tried quietly meeting his eyes.
Biting his lip and putting aside the embarrassment he felt, Scott mumbled quickly "You said to not use soup. But you're not feeling better. And we have lots of juice. And I swear, I'll bring some juice over from Stiles' house, you don't have to buy anymore."
It took a moment for Melissa to catch up with what Scott was saying, but when she did, she couldn't help the smile that broke out on her face. Scott must have noticed her headaches. She nodded at him seriously "Don't worry about the juice honey, thank you."
Nodding at her, although still feeling embarrassed, Scott turned and left for his room, deciding to finish his homework.
Later when he went back to check on her, he walked in right when she winced, holding her head while papers lay sprawled around her lap and a pen clutched between her fingers.
"I thought you were sleeping."
"I was going to, but there's so much that needs to be done." Melissa said quietly, looking around the room almost as if cataloging all that she had yet to do.
With a quiet huff he stepped forward, gathering the papers from his mother's lap, quieting her protests with a look and putting them aside. He walked around to the other side and pulled himself up, and then closer to Melissa, grabbing her with his arms.
"You also need to get rid of your headaches. And I suggest hugs. And some cuddles." He spoke quietly, pressing his face into his mother's side to breathe in her comforting scent.
He burrowed himself closer to her, hugging her tighter as her arms too settled around him. Her hand reached lazily to his hair, scratching the scalp slightly. She shifted, laying down and Scott moved with her, eager to get more time with her.
"You're gonna fix my headache with cuddles?"
"And a nap"