You were awoken by the sound of hands hitting your closed door, whines of distress coming from the other side.
"Daddy!"
The child cried, banging on the door. You could hear him jumping for the door handle.
You groaned and glanced at your clock. It was 2am. What could this child possibly need. You rolled over and shook your child's father, nothing. His snoring just continue, the child's cries getting louder.
"Damnit, wake up John."
You shook him more aggressively this time, still nothing. You sighed and pulled yourself up and out of bed. Opening the door for the kid.
"What's going on sweetie?"
Prince looked up at you, his small hand holding onto the green blanket he adored so much.
"I thew up.."
he pointed to his room, tears starting to fill his eyes. You took notice of that quickly, picking him up and patting his back. It would be a help if someone wasn't just laying there in your bed, snoring the problem away.
"It's alright baby, did you eat something you weren't supposed to?"
You made the dreadful walk to your son's room, looking around to see where he threw up at.
"In my bed mamma."
You gagged at the thought of him just throwing up in his blankets. Nasty fucker
You placed the boy down and looked into his crib, regretting your choices immediately.
"Prince, can you go wake up your dad for me?"
He giggled and ran off down the hall and back to your room. Your could hear him talking to his dad, maybe even yanking at his beard.
You walked out into the hall and grabbed a clean set of sheets, blankets and a clean pillow for the crib.
"What. Quit it, Prince."
Price sighed, following the boy back to you. Once he was close enough you pointed into your son's room.
"Honey, go take off his sheets and what not, I'm not touching that, he threw up in bed."
"I didn't! I didn't! Stop mamma, I didn't!"
The boy whined, grabbing onto his father's calf.
"Why do I have to do this."
He groaned, walking into the room to do as you told.
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.
.
You leaned in the doorway, waiting for your child's father to finish putting the child back to bed. The sheets and everything fresh, you had even warmed up his clean blanket in the dryer.
"If you need to throw up again, yell for us, okay?"
Price leaned down and kissed the boy goodnight, tucking him in.
"Okay.."
The child rolled over, clinging onto the few stuffed animals you said we're still clean and left in his bed.
.
.
.
"You snore too loud."
You placed your hand on his cheek, messing with his facial hair. a frown formed on his face.
"I do not."
"Yeah, you know because you're able to hear yourself while you sleep."
He rolled his eyes, his hand moving to rest on your hip, pinching your skin a bit.
"What do you want me to do about it then?"
"Stop breathing."
"Are you telling me to die?"
