collection of one shots about Andrew Garfield and his various characters.
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Sunlight peeked through the curtains of our bedroom as I opened my eyes, stretching my limbs and I yawned into the palm of my hand.
Turning on my side, I was met with the heartwarming sight of my daughter sleeping on her father's chest, her cheek smushed against his pec; her lips were parted, soft snores escaping her, Andrew's arm wrapped protectively around her back.
I frowned when I noticed her pale face and flushed cheeks, a dribble of snot coming out of her nose.
I reached my hand out and rested it her on her forehead, my frown deepening as I felt the heat coming from her skin.
Trying not to wake them up, I got up from the bed and made my way into the kitchen; once there, I took a pot out of the cabinet over the sink and filled it halfway with milk, putting it on the stove.
I hummed softly as I prepared some tea for me and Andrew as well; I heard the sound of footsteps coming and turned around.
Andrew was walking towards me, our daughter on his hips, her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail.
I smiled at them, "hey, how are you?" I asked as I made my way to them and pressed a kiss to Lynn's temple, and one on Andrew's lips as well.
She snuggled into Andrew's side and whined softly, "I'm cold mommy," she said.
I nodded and caressed her hair, "I know baby," I whispered, "mommy's making you some chocolate milk now," I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, "and then we can give you some medicine and you'll feel better."
Andrew nodded and kissed her cheek, "mommy's right munchkin," he said, "plus you'll get lots and lots of cuddles all day long."
She smiled and snuggled more into him.
Once I heard the kettle whistle I made my way back to the stove, pouring the water for our tea in two mugs, and Lynn's milk in her own Iron Man mug, adding some cocoa powder as well as a few drops of honey.
I turned back around, mugs in hand, when I noticed the look on our daughter's face; she was pale, but a greenish color was rounding her skin, her lips trembling, beads of sweat on her temples.
I approached her and set the mugs on the kitchen counter, "what's wrong baby?" I whispered as I took her from Andrew's arms.
She shook her head, her bottom lip trembling, "please mommy make it stop," she begged.
"Make what stop baby?" I asked softly.
My question was however answered when she gagged and shook her head again, a sob getting stuck in her throat.
Andrew's chocolate brown eyes met mine, "baby I know you don't like throwing up," I said as I rubbed her back, already moving towards the bathroom, "but I promise you that once you do you'll feel really better."
She cried into my shoulder as both Andrew and I sat down on the bathroom floor, "daddy please," she cried out, holding her arms out to him.
I cooed and gently passed her to him; Andrew took her into his arms and sat her down on his lap, rocking her back and forth.
