GUYS! I never put an author's note in the beginning do please READ THIS. Okay, so I never like to write out the lyrics of songs and stuff cause it annoys me personally, but the second song in this chapter is EXTREMLY IMPORTANT to the story, so I am asking you nicely to listen to the song when you do read it, okay? It's called "Lost Boy" by Ruth B.
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It was the middle of the night and Anna's tummy was hurting, her small eyes closed shut in hopes that she could wish the pain away, but it was no use. The fact that she was still sick, was not helping her at all and all she really wanted was her mommies, but she didn't want to get up from where she was because her tummy would hurt everytime that she moved. She was dizzy and hurting a lot, the back of her throat throbbing and her ears were pounding, her eyes stinging with echuastion. She couldn't help it when she felt something rise up her throat, so she leaned over the bed and puked, tears instantly streaming from her eyes. Oh no, what had she done? Her mommies would get mad at her, right? She shivered at the thought, her fever not helping as she feared what they would do once they saw what she had done.
Anna shook her head and stood, feeling slightly better - the thought of celaning up her mess occupying her mind - and walked to the bathroom silently, not wanting to wake her mommies. She grabbed some paper and walked back to her room, not noticing that she hadn't actaully rip the paper from the roll, leaving a trail behind her. She placed the paper on top of the brown stuff on the floor, but the smell was just awful, causing her to only vomit once again.
Anna let out a desperate sob, tears staining her cheeks; why was this happening? She didn't want her mommies to get mad at her, what if they sent her back and told Mrs. Freed? The thought caused another cry to erupt from the toddler.
"What's wrong? What happened? Anna?" Normani's voice came through the door, causing Anna to shiver in fear, her small body waiting for her punishment. Anna saw with wide eyes as Normani and the rest of the girls walked into the room, each searching the room for her. Seeing as Normani was the furthest into the room, she was able to see the pile of vomit on the floor; she scrunched her face in disgust at the smell. Her eyes softened when she saw their daughter crying with her head tucked in between her knees, her small frame shaking.
"Hey, princess, I guess you're not feeling to good?" Normani asked calmly, walking around the vomit - Ally and a grumbling Camila going to get the necessitites to clean the carpet floor - and crouched down in front of Anna, not touching her, not sure whether it would scare Anna.
Anna timidly looked up, her blue eyes peaking up to see warm brown eyes. She had seen that look from the girls before and recognized that she wasn't in trouble. Anna flinged herself into her ma's arms, sniffling and letting out a few whimpers. Normani picked her up and began to whisper about how everything was going to be okay and that it was an accident and it happens to everybody.
Ally gave Dinah the bucket she had in her hands, pointing to the room, causing Dinah to nod reluctantly and go into the room where Camila was currently cleaning. Ally followed Normani into the bathroom after she had signaled for Normani to go before her.
Anna was still crying, her tummy hurting again and without meaning to she puked again, this time on Normani. Anna stared with wide eyes as she saw what she had just done, tears now rushing down her face. Anna was sure that she was in trouble, she just shrank in Normani's arms, waiting for her to yell at her, her small body tense and cold, the fear paralizing her.
"Ally wanna take her? I'm gonna get changed and I'll be back to help." Normani said, trying not to think of the vomit that was across her chest, if she thought about it, she was sure that there would be an even bigger mess. Ally nodded her head quickly and took Anna, setting her down on the floor and removing her clothes. Once she had, she put Anna in the bath, who shrank away in fear.
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