Scarlett and Ryan's daughter

Sick

Y/n age: 15

Y/N POV

I wake up really early this morning with a groan. I'm at my dad's house this weekend, it's supposed to be my mom's weekend but she's busy so they swapped.

Not that I don't like spending time at my dads. It's just all a bit busier. I don't know how to describe it. More hectic I guess.

With a sigh, I pull my body up to sit against the headboard. But as soon as I lift my head, everything feels very heavy. Squeezing my eyes shut I slide down the headboard until I'm lying down again.

Ugh.

I'm sick.

Amazing.

My head is absolutely throbbing. And with every move I make I feel like gagging.

Well until I'm actually gagging, having an overwhelming feeling in my stomach, as I bolt out of bed. Not a great move on my part, seeing as I'm apparently pretty dizzy and so I whack my head off the frame of the door, and end up on the floor.

Pushing my palm onto my head where I hit it, I start sobbing from feeling ill and my head now throbbing way way more due to me hitting it.

I must be sobbing so loud I woke one of the kiddos up because I hear little patters of footsteps, until my door creaks open and James' little face creeps over to hover above mine, as her body bends next to me, with her tiny hands on her knees.

She pulls an adorable thinking face, scrunching her eyebrows together. "Sissy? Are you okay?"

When I don't give a response because I'm too busy trying to breathe through my crying and gagging, she runs off saying "I'm gonna get mommy."

Now the fact that she said 'mommy' and not 'daddy' despite Ryan actually being my dad is pretty simple. She knows Blake will help better than my dad. He can be a little clueless sometimes and honestly if it were him to come in right now I think he'd panic way too much to help me. He can be a bit of a drama queen.

However, if it were one of the little ones, I'm sure he'd remain calm enough to help them. I think he feels like he failed me already with giving me up all those years ago that he's scared to do so again.

Pulling me out of my thoughts quite literally, is Blake, who no I can't see. But is very gentle. And gently pulls me up, her sitting behind me, so she can tie up my hair out of the way.

Blake always blows my mind. You see I'm not always the nicest to her. I pushed her away, more so in the beginning but I still haven't fully let her in now. Yet she's never failed to be kind in response. This thought alone makes me sob harder, that she's so willing to help me right now despite how I've been treating her.

At me sobbing harder, she wraps her arms around me tighter, rocking us slightly and shushing me with her lips resting against my temple.

"Shh shh shh my darling, you're okay, you're alright. I've got you, I'm right here"

That uncomfortable feeling comes up again and I'm quickly shoving my hand over my mouth not wanting to throw up right here.

Blake thankfully seems to get the message and she hurries to lift us off the floor, and leads my weak body into the bathroom.

She takes her place behind me again as I'm basically sobbing over the toilet this time, as she rubs my back. "You're okay darling, you're alright, let it out."

Once I think I'm finished, she helps me up, and sits me on the closed toilet seat. I sit confused until I feel a gentle touch on my jaw and a mumble of  "open". I open my mouth and she very carefully brushes my teeth, before helping me to my feet again and leading me out of the bathroom.