Imagine Type: cute
Warnings: none (I don't think)
Status: Matt and Y/n are together.
Y/n's P.O.V
I enter the triplets's house absolutely exhausted. I've been running nonstop since I woke up this morning but I can finally sit down and have some family with Matt and our three month daughter, Paisley.
My head quickly shot up the stairs when I hear Paisley screaming crying. I quickly run up the stairs, my heart dropping to my stomach.
Once I make it to the top, I see Matt, Nick and Chris in the kitchen all trying to soothe Paisley. Matt has her in his arms as Chris is trying his best to make her laugh but to no affect.
Matt looks up and finally sees me. His expression quickly changes from panicked to relieved.
"Oh thank god." Matt says still trying to calm Paisley down.
I walk over to them and Matt hands her to me.
"What happened?" I asked holding her close to my chest.
"I don't know. She woke up from her nap and she started crying." Matt tells me, running his fingers through his hair. "I've been trying everything. She doesn't want her bottle. She doesn't need changed. I don't know what to do."
As Matt explains this all to me, I notice Paisley's body heat.
"Have you checked her temperature?" I asked.
"No." Matt says to me before shuffling around to find the baby thermometer.
Matt grabs the thermometer from a drawer and holds it close to Paisley's head.
"101.2." Matt reads aloud.
"That's it." I said. "My sweet girl's sick."
I pat Paisley's bottom as I adjust her in my arms.
"Matt go grab her bathtub and run her a lukewarm bath." I tell him.
"Okay." Matt says running off to grab the bathtub.
"Chris do you care to grab the baby Tylenol from Matt's room?" I asked taking Paisley over to the couch.
"On it." Chris says running off to Matt's room.
I place Paisley down on the couch and start to undress her for her bath.
"Nick do you care to hand me her pacifier?" I asked looking up at Nick.
"Yeah." Nick says, going over and grabbing her pacifier from the kitchen table.
I pick up Paisley and hold her to where I'm supporting her head. Nick hands me her pacifier and I gently place it to her lips, seeing if she'll take it willingly. To my surprise she did.
"Oh thank goodness." Nick says. "I thought my ears were going to pop."
I look over and see Matt running water into Paisley's bathtub in the sink.
"Matt your room's a mess." Chris says walking over with the Tylenol and syringe in hand. "Here you go."
"Thank you." I said, juggling opening up the bottle, getting the medicine out with the syringe, while holding Paisley in my arm.
I take the pacifier from her, which she is not happy about, but I quickly give her the medicine and give her her pacifier back.
"Okay, I'm gonna go upstairs to take a nap." Nick says, walking to the stairs.
"Just text me if you need me." Chris says going off to his room as well.
I take Paisley's diaper off and carry her over to the stink where Matt as her bath ready. I feel the water before putting her down in the tub.
I place her down into the tub where she spits out her pacifier and starts crying.
"I know sweetness." I said softly, using me hand to drop some water on top of her hair, well the little bit she has. "I promise it'll make you feel better."
"Bath time is usually her favorite thing." Matt sighs.
It pains me to see my daughter in so much distress. Her favorite things like bath time, me and Matt don't have any effect on her.
"The water probably feels cold to her since she has a fever." I said, washing her up.
Matt laying his chin on my shoulder as I continue to wash Paisley.
"You wanna finish her out and I'll make a new bottle to see if she'll take it?" I asked looking at Matt.
"Sure." Matt takes my spot and I walk over to the freezer and grab a bag of my breast milk.
I walk to the bathroom and run so lukewarm water over the bag until it thaws then I wait until it warms up. Once it's to the temperature I want it, I turn off the water and walk back into the kitchen.
Paisley is a lot calmer now but in reality it's probably from the Tylenol. I grab a clean bottle from out of the cabinet and pour the milk into it. I put the lid on the bottle before twirling it around to make sure there's no fatty spots.
"Okay my sweet girl, are you ready to get out?" Matt asked Paisley.
She kind of just looks at him before she rolls her eyes. I quickly cover my mouth in a attempt not to laugh too loud.
"Oh she is definitely your daughter." I smile, giggle.
"Can you get the towel ready?" Matt asked me.
"Of course." I place the bottle on the table before grabbing the towel and opening it up.
Matt lifts Paisley out of her tub and quickly places her on my chest where I quickly wrap her up in the towel.
"Shit. I forgot to get her an outfit." I tell Matt.
"I got it." Matt says before kissing my forehead and walking to his room to get her some clothes.
I walk over to the couch and dry Paisley off. I smile down at her as I see her eyes get heavy. I put a fresh diaper on her as Matt walks over to us with a clean outfit in hand.
I dress Paisley and lift her up. Her face is so tired along with the rest of her. I see her cheeks start to turn red as she starts to cry once more.
I rest her to where I have her cradled in my arms.
"Shh it's okay princess." Matt says sitting down next to us.
He pets her head as he sees if she wants her bottle, which to my surprise she takes. She drinks about two and a half ounces before Matt removes the bottle from her mouth. She starts to fuss once more.
"I know sweet girl but you have to burp." I tell her, placing her on my shoulder to pat her back.
After a couple pats, she burps twice.
"Oh goodness." Matt says as I reposition Paisley. "That was such big burps for a little girl."
Matt gives Paisley the rest of her bottle, and once she was done I place her back to burp her. Matt gets up and grabs the thermometer.
He holds it close to her head waiting for it to beep.
"99.7." He tells me.
"That's better." I said holding Paisley to my chest.
I lean back on the couch and let Paisley rest. I kiss the top of her head. Poor thing. Her cheeks are flushed and stained with tears. Absolutely breaks my heart.
"If she's still running a fever later... we'll take her to the doctor." I said with a yawn.
I feel my eyes start to get heavy, but I fight back; not wanting to fall asleep.
Matt moves to where he is sitting beside me and lays his head my shoulder. I rest my head on his as I watch my sweet daughter finally be able to sleep.
"I hate that she doesn't feel good." Matt confesses.
"Right there behind ya." I said, giving into my drowsiness and falling asleep.
