Harry Styles Mini Me

Ch.30: First Time Sick Ever

Lennon is not having a good night at all. And I'm here at the house on my own while Harry is doing a show in London. I haven't told him about Lennon and I struggling because he'll be coming home at the end of the show, albeit sweaty and tired but he's still coming home instead of stopping at a hotel like on tour. So if Lennon's still not feeling well, Harry will know soon enough.

We did our usual night routine and everything was going good until Lennon started complaining of stomach cramps. We're walking to Harry and I's bedroom for cuddles and a show to wind down with when he puts his tiny hand on his bloated naked belly and flops down on the carpeted floor, curling up a bit. Lennon whines, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, putting his hand on my socked foot. "Moooooommy..." He drawls out. I sit down next to him. "What's up baby? Did you eat too much dinner?" He rolls onto his back, tossing his hands above his head, frustrated. "Don' knoooow. Tummyyyyyy!" I shrug, placing my hand on his stomach to try to see what's the matter. No rumbling and his stomach is still squishy to the touch so hopefully he just ate too much.

"Well buddy, I don't think sleeping on the floor will help much. Why don't you come lay in bed with mama? Let's see if some cuddles will help your tummy, ok? I'm sure Fuzzy would like some cuddles. Wanna cuddle with Fuzzy and mama?" Lennon's worried eyes light up at the mention of his blue stuffed bear that Aires gifted him about a year ago and that gets him to stand and start making the rest of the way to Harry and I's bed searching for his Fuzzy. He stands at the bedside, thumb in his mouth and Fuzzy the bear smushed against his cheek. I run my hand through his hair. His eyes flick to me as I get sat on the bed. "Hi mommy." I chuckle at him. He almost looks sad. But he could just be sleepy. "Hi Lennie. Do you need help to get up on the bed? Take daddy's spot." He shakes his head and tosses Fuzzy toward me to hold while he slowly but surely maneuvers himself onto Harry's side of the bed.

I grab the remote off my nightstand. "Good job buddy. Do you wanna watch something before you go to sleep?" I flip through a few listings of kids movies to interest him and he points at Finding Nemo. "Fishes please, mama." I nod, starting the movie. We've gotten through about twenty minutes of the movie and Lennon puts his hand on my arm for comfort, his eyes never leaving the TV. He's starting to fall asleep so I let him know, "Baby, go to sleep. But if your belly starts bothering you again or you feel sick you can come get mommy ok? I know you might be scared but daddy and I are right here okay?" He nods and finally lets himself close his eyes, cuddled up to my chest, hugging me with one arm and holding Fuzzy with the other. It takes me a while but I finally successfully transfer him from Harry and I's bed to his down the hall.

I'm watching my show downstairs in the living room when Harry finally comes home in a Love on Tour sweatsuit. "Hi lovie." He whispers as he leans over the back of the couch to give me a peck on the back of my head, wrapping his arm around my collarbone in a sort of one armed hug. "Hi. You changed at the venue?" He screws his face up in a grimace. "Yeah, I had to, that suit was way too itchy to wear all the way home." I chuckle. "By the way, we may have a visitor in our bed tonight, Lennie was complaining of belly pain earlier." Harry pouts, releasing me and walking around the couch to come snuggle up to me in my blanket.

"Oh, my buddy. Is he okay?" I shrug, watching the baby monitor we had once retired now that Lennon's older but I decided to break it out until I went to bed in case I can't hear him while watching my show. I show him the screen. "He's still asleep for now." Harry nods, placing his head on my boobs. "Oh okay, I see what you're after." He raises his eyebrow. "Wot? You can't blame me! They're comfy. Plus they're mine again since Lennon can eat proper foods." I laugh, throwing my head back and shaking Harry's head on my chest as the joy leaves my body. "Not now okay? You just had a show and Lennon might be sick. I say we get as much sleep as we can in case we have a little visitor in our bed tonight." Harry grumbles and rolls off of me to his feet. "Fine! You're no fun! You owe me." I grab Harry's hand and we walk together to the bedroom. "Fine, I owe you. You big baby. Literally." Harry laughs so hard he has to slap his hand over his mouth when we pass by Lennon's nursery to not wake him.

I wake up to a finger poking me in the face. I startle awake to my son's face centimeters away from mine and he's hiccuping on sobs. "Mama!" Once I get my bearings I realize there's a big stain on Lennon's pajamas. I grip Lennon's tiny shoulders and start my breathing exercises hoping he'll copy me. "Deep breath Lennie. Breathe with mama okay? You're alright bubby." I eventually get him calmed down to the point where he can at least speak. "Will you talk to mommy? What happened bubby?" He rubs his distended belly. "Tummy momma. I thew up... I sowwy."

"Oh no! Don't be sorry, it was just an accident you couldn't help it! I told you to come get me if your tummy bothered you again! Do you feel like you're done being pukey for now?" He nods, wiping his eyes.

I sit up and shake Harry awake. "Bubs Lennon's sick can you go check out his bed while I clean him up? He's covered in sick." Harry grumbles at being awoken but his face softens when he sees Lennon shaking and crying on my side of the bed. "Did you puke buddy?" He nods. "A lot daddy." He nods. "Alright, you go take a bath with mama and then we'll all snuggle in bed okay?" He nods and pads into the bathroom while I'm filling our tub.

I undress Lennon quickly and sit him in the tub, giving him a few toys to distract him while I take a washcloth to his vomit covered skin. "Mama.. I wanna go night night." I nod. "I know you do bud but we gotta get you clean first. Just a few more minutes and then we'll get all cozy again." Lennon nods and starts pushing his boat through the water.

I giggle when I hear Harry dry heaving while attempting to clean up Lennon's sheets and blankets while I get Lennon dressed in a fresh diaper and get him one of Harry's old Greenbay Packers shirts for bed. After I get him dressed, I put him on my hip and bring him downstairs for the children's medicine in the cabinet. I sit him in his highchair while I grab the medicine to give him. "Alright bubby. You might not like it but it'll make you feel loads better okay? And it tastes like bubblegum, look!" I show him the pink label on the medicine. He slowly nods his head. I nod, taking the syringe in my hand and pushing down on the plunger once the little syringe is in his mouth. Len grimaces but he doesn't pull back or spit it out at me so I take that as a win.

After the full dose, he purses his lips and shakes his head, grimacing. "That's yucky mama!" I nod, pinching Lennon's feverish cheek. "I know bub but you will feel so much better. You did a good job though." He nods, rubbing at his sleepy eyes. "Night-night now?" I nod, picking him up again.

Ten minutes later, we all crawl into bed together with Lennon on the edge with the bucket on the nightstand in his reach. "Wake us up if you feel icky again, okay?" Lennon nods and cuddles against my side again. "Night mama..." He whispers. Harry smiles at me. "Kids are gross.." I chuckle quietly. "Yep. But they're so worth it. Love you." He pecks my lips then pecks my shoulder. "Love you too. Let's get some sleep while we can; I have a feeling this isn't a one and done bug."

And sure enough, Lennon needs the bucket at least five more times but finally feels better around sunrise when we can all finally get some rest. But right as Lennon gets some proper sleep, I'm awake and having morning sickness. "Oh not again!" I groan as I shove my head in the damn toilet bowl. Despite me telling him to go back to bed, Harry quietly follows me into the bathroom, sitting on the bathtub just waiting for me to be done. "I thought I wouldn't puke this time around." I choke out before retching again. Harry grabs a cup, fills it and sets it on the sink for me to wash my mouth out. "I know but you're almost to the second trimester. Isn't it supposed to stop around that time?" I nod. "But my body seems to be like, fuck you right now so who knows." I cough over the bowl a couple times before raising my head and taking the glass of water.

I'm done puking and thankfully Lennon is still asleep. Harry is sitting on the bathtub while I'm backed up against him, his legs on either side of my body, rubbing my almost-bump. "I just wanna sleep." I groan, rolling my head on the ball of my neck." He leans down and pecks my forehead. "I know. Once you feel like it we can go back to bed and nap alllllll day if you want." He leans aside so he can peek at Lennon sleeping away in our bed through the doorway. "I don't think Lennon would mind. And if he wakes up again, it'll be my turn." "But-" He raises his eyebrows. "Nope! No buts. You rest and I'll be on sick duty if he wakes up okay? Least I can do." I'm too tired to argue.

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I LOVE SICKFICS. Even though I'm Emetephobic (Fear of yourself vomiting or being around others being sick) I love writing/reading it! And I'm sure you guys love reading it :) I hope you enjoyed! Keep requesting and I'll be back soon! <3