Life Gives Second Chances: A Stefanielle Story

Chapter 33: Sick

*I actually proof read today :)*

{trying something new today so tell me what you think:)}

⚠️MENTIONS OF VOMIT/PUKEING⚠️

Saturday January 8th

It was the next morning of the week. Stefania and Danielle came home rather late or early in the morning from their fun activities in the night. Stefania, being in a clear mental state, checked on the kids before officially going off to sleep. Danielle on the other hand, barely even noticed her own body, let alone kids.

It was early in the morning. Like 3:34 in the morning to be exact. Andi woke up to the sound of gagging and crying coming from upstairs. She groaned as she sat up, being careful not to wake her girlfriend up and walked upstairs. "I got him bambina. You go back to sleep." Stefania groaned, meeting her daughter in the hall. She was in clear signs of being hungover and with a now sick toddler Andi didn't want to put any more stress on her mother.

"No I got him. You look like you need sleep." Andi chuckled. "And drugs. Go back to sleep mom. I got him."
"If you need me bambina, ring me or something."
Andi nodded and watched as her mother walked back into her bedroom.

Andi's POV:

I slowly walked into Masons room and and saw him standing, well more like sitting off towards the corner of his bed. He wasn't crying as loud anymore but I could still see his tearful face and it just read "I'm sorry," all over it. That was one thing about him. Anytime he got sick physically, he would just apologize over and over again, thinking it was his fault but it wasn't and he just couldn't wrap his head around that.

"Oh Bubba." I said softly as I made my way over to him. His covers and sheets were covered with guck as well as his pajamas. He tried wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt but I luckily got over to him in time to stop him. I felt his back and he was burning to the touch. How didn't I catch this last night? Maybe it's just a one time thing.

He made grabby hands for me. Yes he was three but something about him being sick just took that spark away from him. I always miss that spark. "Hold on bubbas." I said to him. His shirt was covered and I didn't want it getting on anything else. I slowly guided his arms out the sleeves and pulled the shirt over his head. There was a little wet spot on his bare stomach and his shoulders were a little red assuming from his body heat. I'm also assuming he got the idea of taking his clothes off and started to pull at his bottoms. He got those off with no struggle but his boxers did seem a little wet.

"Bubba you potty on yourself?" He looked at me with a rather guilty, shy face and nodded. "Sorry." He mumbled. See what I mean?
"It's ok bubs. Let's go get in the bath, yeah?" He stepped down from his bed and walked out his room to across the hall. I caught a little glance at my sleeping baby and she looked cute but how on earth did she not wake up?

As I ran the bath water, Mason stood there bouncing from leg to leg. "Cold?" He shook his head. I shrugged it off until I heard the toilet seat being opened and gagging sounds. I quickly turned the water off to focus more on him. Tracing patterns on his back and stroking his overly long blonde locks. "You're ok bubba. You're ok." I softly said to him as well as other sweet nothings.

His bath went rather fussy and rough but it was done. He hates being sick so my heart ached for him. "Shhh bubba." I said as I rocked him in my lap. He was miserable And I wanted to call my mom or Danielle in here but I soon heard gagging sounds from their room. Looks like I'm on my own for now. "Let's get dressed so you can be warm, ok?" His cheeks at this point were overly red as well as his shoulders.