The Billionaire's Nanny

Hospitalized

"Let me check your temperature again," I held the gun up to his head as Lucas put his shirt over his head.

"We're on our way to the hospital Chris," he breathed and clutched his head.

I felt a small twinge of guilt for making him speak since talking only seemed to intensify his acting head.

It was Saturday morning and Lucas was not anywhere near better, and the light rain drizzling this morning only added to make him feel even worse. He was still very warm outside but shivered occasionally from the could of the downpour outside.

Feeling too tunned to speak after his confession last night, I let my mind wander with all the different reasons he must have said those words, and the thought was enough to lull me to sleep until I had to give him some more Tylenol at midnight.

After hours of staying awake thinking, I finally concluded that his confession was more out of the combination of being sick, sleepy, and drugged up because there was no way Lucas in his right state would say he loved me. It was too much wishful thinking, too far-fetched.

Whatever hope I kept though only lived till this morning. He did not make any reference to his words last night and that simply meant he neither remembered nor meant them. That was all the motivation I needed to shove last night's event back to the farthest most unreachable part of my brain.

"What's on your mind?" Lucas asked, snapping me from my thoughts.

"I was thinking of taking a sweater along, it's going to be cold outside." I lied, walking toward the closet.

"Okay, even though I know you're lying," he said without missing a beat. He was probably too sick to indulge me further. and I walked to the closet to grab him a sweater and coat, before heading downstairs with him.

***

"Thank you for coming," I said to Mia as she walked in through the front door.

"I think the roles should be switched," she dropped her bag at the foyer gave me a small hug which was completely out of her nature then she rushed past me to where Lucas sat on the couch. "How's he doing?"

"Terrible," Lucas growled before taking a sip from the glass of water I kept beside him. "Did you tell mom you were coming?"

"I snuck out, she would bring the roof down if she knew you were so sick and had not gone to the hospital yet." Mia's frown deepened and her brows furrowed in worry as she sat next to her brother, examining him, "I would have forced you to go to the hospital if I had known you would be so sick."

"Chris already did that job," he mumbled.

"It's been going on for more than a day now," I explained, "I cannot risk having his fever go higher which is why I insisted we went to the hospital today."

"Please stop explaining yourself Chris," her eyes softened as they met mine, "You are nothing short of an angel, I don't even want to think what would have happened to my brother in your absence."

"Can you please watch the kids?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"Aunt Mia," Abby's scream filled the living room as she made her way down the stairs in small heavy, and loud steps. "Aiden, Aunt Mia is here,"

Mia closed the distance between them, catching her in an embrace. She lifted her in the air and brought her back down, trailing kisses over her forehead that made her beam with joy.

Aiden followed next and Mia traded one twin for the other, repeating the process and Aiden's reaction was just like his sister's. "How is my little genius doing this morning?"