ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ♥︎

Chapter 3

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting throughout the house. Alana quietly entered, her footsteps muffled by the carpet, and gently approached Charlie's bed. She expected to find him waking up but instead, she was met with a sight that immediately raised concern.

Charlie lay in bed, his usually lively face pale and flushed with fever. His forehead felt warm to the touch, and he tossed restlessly under the covers, a troubled expression etched on his features.

Alana's heart sank as worry filled her. She sat down on the edge of Charlie's bed and reached out to stroke his hair, her touch gentle and soothing.

"Hey " Alana whispered softly. "How are you feeling this morning?" Charlie stirred, his voice weak and hoarse. "I don't feel good, Mommy. My head hurts, and my throat hurts too."

Alana grabbed the thermometer from the bedside table and gently placed it under his tongue, her eyes fixed on the rising numbers.

A sense of concern deepened as she read the thermometer. Charlie's fever was higher than she had expected. She carefully removed the thermometer and walked out for a damp washcloth to place on his forehead, hoping to provide some relief.

"Everything is gonna be fine" Alana reassured him, Charlie nodded weakly, his eyes heavy with fatigue. Alana leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead, her touch filled with warmth and affection.

As Alana sat by Charlie's side

Alana rose from Charlie's bedside with a sense of urgency, determined to alleviate his discomfort. She swiftly made her way to the medicine cabinet, gathering the essentials to help ease his symptoms.

Opening the medicine cabinet, Alana scanned the array of bottles and boxes. She picked up a children's fever reducer and a soothing cough syrup, making sure to read the dosage instructions carefully.

With the medicines in hand, Alana headed back to Charlie's room, her steps quick but gentle. She approached him with a reassuring smile, hoping to ease his worries. "Hey, Charlie, I've got something to help you feel better," Alana said softly, holding up the medicine bottles. "This will make your fever go down and soothe your throat."

Charlie looked up at her, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and fatigue. He nodded weakly, trusting in his mother's care. Alana measured out the dosage and handed the medicine to Charlie, ensuring he took it with a sip of water. She gently stroked his back, offering comfort as he swallowed the medication.

"Just take it easy, and these medicines will start working soon." Charlie nodded, leaning back against his pillows. Alana tucked him in, ensuring he was comfortable and snug.

Alana was engrossed in her TV show when Robyn and Jack entered her room, opening the door. "What up bitch!" Alana greeted, with a touch of sass, as Jack closed the door behind them. Alana shifted on the couch and rested her head in Robyn's lap. "Where's Charlie?" Jack inquired. "Yeah, where's my godson?" Robyn added playfully.

Alana playfully rolled her eyes at their concern, remarking, "I swear, you two only care about my kids and not me." Alana responded, "As we should!" But Alana pushed her off the couch, causing Robyn to fall to the ground. "You're being so rude," she exclaimed.

Jack left the living room and headed to the kids' room, where he found Charlie fast asleep. Gently shaking him awake, Jack was taken aback. It was already afternoon, and Charlie had been up earlier. Confusion turned into concern when Jack felt the heat radiating from Charlie's body.

"Yo, Alana, come here real quick," Jack called out, urgency in his voice. Alana and Robyn walked into the room. Alana asked anxiously, "What? What's wrong?"