Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{100}

October 19 2019:
These past two months haven't been the greatest for us. Brendon and I had been arguing on and off. Most of the time, he was just yelling at me for no reason. And I hadn't known why.

Today was the release of his feature in Juice Wrld's song, Roses. But, I didn't know if I was up for going. I had this stomach bug that's been killing me for the past two days. And, what sucked the most is that the twins got it too. So, the three of us were sick. And twins that are sick at the same time? Its like a nightmare.

The twins laid beside me in bed and I curled up in a ball and wrapped the blanket around me. Although I was sweating and it was hotter than a witches ass in the room, I knew it was because I needed to break the fever. I turned over to my other side, curling up into a ball again and staring at the twins. They looked just as sick as I probably did. The bedroom door opened and I shut my eyes for a second and took a few deep breaths, "how're the three of you feeling?"

I groaned and began to get up in bed, "i don't think the twins are any better, but I think i'm good enough to go-"

Brendon walked over to me and tried to lay me back down, "darling, you're as white as a ghost right now. I don't think you should be going anywhere."

I scoffed and weakly pushed his hands off of my arms, "i'm going."

Brendon sighed and backed up a bit, watching me get up from bed, "what about the twins? Bellaboo's got it the worst."

I took a deep breath, stood up straight and shut my eyes. I just needed one second, "my dad can watch them."

"And have him risk getting sick? No. I'll just tell them you guys got sick, it's not a big deal."

Brendon set his hands on my shoulder. I stared at him as he began to sit me down on the bed, then laid me down. He pulled the covers over me. Bella and Freddie climbed beside me and cuddled up next to me, "okay, let me grab the thermometer so I can take temperatures."

I shut my eyes and put my arm over my eyes. I could feel the sweat beads forming on my forehead. As much as I love Freddie and Bella, I couldn't have them on top of me. I moved them away, making sure they were comfortable and okay. I hated being sick. The idea of being helpless and weak. Vulnerable. It was all too much, "alright," Brendon uttered as he walked into the room, "c'mere Bellaboo."

Brendon walked to the bed and leaned over, picking Bella up gently. He laid her down on her back and her head rested on the pillow beside Freddie. I watched as Brendon held the thermometer in her mouth and caressed her head. When it beeped, he pulled it out of her mouth and glanced at it, shaking his head, "hasn't changed. Still one hundred and one."

I sighed and Brendon shrugged. He wiped the thermometer down and then did the same to Freddie, just waiting for it to beep and when it did, he let out the same sigh he did when he saw Bella's, "same as Bella's."

"Great."

Brendon walked over to me as he wiped the thermometer down. He pushed the hair away from my forehead, "darling, it'll be okay. All of this will pass."

I sighed, then opened my mouth, then closed it over the thermometer. Brendon waited and I waited for it to beep. And when it did, Brendon held it close to his face, "not any better, darling. Yours is one hundred and two."

My lips parted and my eyebrows furrowed. I cant believe it. Two days and I'm still not feeling better. Nothing was working. And if mom were here, i'd be healed in no time. Brendon flicked the lights off and took his shirt off, climbing into bed next to the kids and I. Bella crawled over to Brendon, resting her head on his chest and he put his arm around her, then moved her little brown hairs, "i know, babygirl. Daddy's right here."