Danielle POV
I'd just about finished putting everything away when I heard footsteps down the hall.
Turning around, I saw an exhausted Amalia entering the kitchen.
"Hey baby," I smiled, seeing her lean against the counter.
"Stefania still sleeping?" I asked, handing her a small glass of water.
"Yeah, I didn't want to wake her up so came in here," she told me, taking a small sip.
"How're you feeling?" I said, placing my hand on her forehead to check.
"A little better I think," she said, still looking pale.
"Think you could try to eat something?"
"What if I throw up?" She asked nervously.
"Then we'll deal with it bubba, you could really do with something though," I sighed, squeezing her shoulder lightly.
"But I'll have to make it seeing as Stefania is still asleep," I winked.
"I like your cooking too," Amalia giggled.
"But can I just have some toast?" She added.
"Of course sweetheart, just with butter?"
"Yes please," she nodded.
I made her a piece of toast, she could always have more if she wanted but I didn't want to over-face her. Cutting it into four squares, I placed the plate down in front of her.
She stared down at it, almost as if she were scared of it.
"Just start with one bite," I said calmly, sitting down beside her.
Slowly, she moved her hand to pick up a piece.
"Good girl," I encouraged, needing her to eat.
"We can put another movie on afterwards and chill if you want Mali,"
She took a bite of the toast and nodded.
"Little bit more Mali," I said gently when she didn't take another bite for a while.
"I know it's hard,"
She took another bite.
"Good girl,"
Once she'd eventually managed the full piece, I took her plate over to the sink.
"Do you want anything else bubba?" I offered.
"No thanks mom,"
"Cuddle though?" She asked, holding her arms out to me.
"Of course," I grinned, heading straight to her.
I easily lifted her off the stool and into my arms, carrying her through into the lounge.
Before sitting down on the sofa, I cradled her, holding her close and swaying slightly from side to side.
"Mommy hates seeing you sick," I sighed, stroking my thumb over her cheek while my other arm held her.
"You're a good doctor," she laughed, holding onto me.
"Then I'm prescribing movies and snuggles," I winked, finally sitting down with her across my lap.
"What do you want to watch?"
"Anything mom," she shrugged, getting comfortable against me.
"Winnie the Pooh?" I suggested, offering her favourite comfort film.
She nodded against my chest.
I found the movie and covered the two of us with a blanket.
"I think we all needed a lazy day after yesterdays busy one but I don't like you being sick," I pouted, holding her a little tighter.
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Under Her Wing
FanfictionA 13 year old actress is added to the set of station 19. She's great at playing her role but what happens when Danielle starts to see through her act.
