Aaron Warner Short Fanfics

Warner and Juliette's daughter just turned 12 recently (PART 1)

Aaron's POV
My wife, Juliette Ferrars, is leaving later today for business related reasons. Our daughter, Leila, is twelve years old. She just turned twelve last week. I'm an senior doctor at my hospital. Both of my family members aren't too crazy about doctors. But I know for sure my daughter, Leila, cannot stand them. It hurts a bit since I'm one myself but I try to understand them sometimes. Anyways, I'm in my home office working on some papers when I suddenly remember my daughter hasn't had her twelve year old checkup yet. I sigh and press my head against my palm. I have to tell my wife. I know Leila won't appreciate it. I remember the few times she's been sick in her earlier childhood and I remember always having to be the bad guy to make her feel better. I hate playing the bad guy father role but I know deep down my daughter needs to be healthy. I know she'd thank me for it one day. I place my paperwork down and go into me and my wife's bedroom and talk to her on our bed, "Hey, love." She asks me what's going on and I reply, hesitantly, "Nothing much. I just realized a few minutes ago that Leila hasn't had her twelve year old checkup yet." Juliette realizes this too and she responds, "Oh wowww she hasn't yet has she." I rub my neck, continuing, "Yeah. But I know you are leaving later today but I need to schedule the appointment soon. I can take her up there tomorrow possibly?" My wife replies, doubtfully, "I don't think she'd be thrilled. Can't you do the checkup here in your home office?" I shake my head yes, "I can. But I know how our daughter gets with getting shots too." Juliette exhales, remembering a time, "Yeah I remember one time when you had to help other doctors give her the shots when she was younger and she kicked and screamed at you so much." She laughs a bit humorously for a bit but then I put my face in my hands after giving her a half-smile, "I just always feel like I'm the bad guy, you know? I don't like hurting her, love." My wife tells me, rubbing my shoulders, "I know you don't, Aaron. But you do what you have to do." I answer, quietly, "I guess." Juliette kisses my head, "I'm going to go get ready to leave. I'll be back later tonight. Love you." I kiss her back, "I love you too." Before she leaves, I tell her I'm scheduling the appointment for tomorrow afternoon. She tells me it sounds good.

Juliette's POV
Prior to me leaving, I enter my daughter's room and tell her goodnight for tonight and tell her I'll see her tomorrow since I wouldn't be back till later tonight. She tells me as I'm hugging her, "Hey, mom?" I answer, "Yes, baby?" Leila says, "My stomach hurts." I sit beside her on the bed, "Aw. I'm sorry to hear that, bug. Why don't you tell your dad I'm sure he can give you something to help." My daughter shakes her head but declines this suggestion with a quick side glance at me,"It's okay." I ruffle her hair softly and kiss her cheek, "Okay, Leil. If you say so. Goodnight, my dear." She kisses my cheek back and I leave her room. I text my husband before I go:

Juliette: Hey, Aaron can you go in Leila's room and ask her if she wants anything for her stomach. She told me it was hurting her but when I mentioned telling you she said it's okay. I'm thinking she's scared to tell you. 🙁

My husband: Aw babe. Of course. I'll go in there immediately. I hate that she feels bad 🥲

Juliette: Thank you, baby. I'll see you later 2night

Aaron's POV
After receiving a text message from my wife, Leila's mother, I head straight to Leila's bedroom and knock on her door. She says come in and I come in, sitting in the edge of her bed. I say, "Hey, sweetheart. How are you?" Leila says, "I'm okay, I guess." I look at her hands against her covered stomach. I think she notices and gets scared because she asks, "What are you doing?"I say, "Your mom said you said your stomach is hurting. I don't want you to just sit in pain, love. What's your stomach feel like?" She slowly answers, "It doesn't hurt that-that bad." I ask, my brows furrowing, "You sure?" She nods hesitantly. I say, "Okay, love. Well I'm going to give your some stomach medicine just to be sure, okay?" Leila shakes her head agreeing. I quickly retrieve the medicine and bring the liquid to her mouth, she makes a weird face, I say,"Swallow, love." Leila swallows the liquid but frowns, "Gross." I  apologize and tell her goodnight and that I love her. And before Juliette arrives home and climbs in bed, I stay awake thinking of how tomorrow will go when she finds out that she's going to have a checkup.
Leila's pov:
Dead reader you can't judge me because I hate doctors. My father, Aaron Warner just so happens to be one. The tension, tools and everything about doctors terrifies me. My mother Juliette Ferrars warner is also afraid but not as much as me. That's why I was hesitant to tell her last night afraid she'd tell my father and he'd bombard me with questions. And of course this is what happened. I feel bad for twisting the truth a bit but I didn't want him in doctor mode. Anyways I woke at 3 am this morning with a sharp pain. I am so close to tears I almost call my dad into my room. I clutch my pillow and start to cry against it. It doesn't stop and suddenly it's close to 7 am. My stomach was throbbing in pain right now.

Aaron's pov
I wake in a sweat having a gut feeling that something is wrong. I untangle myself from my wife's arms and ease her to her soft pillow. She shifts and whispers, asking, "What's going on?" I reply,"I have a feeling something's wrong. I'm going to go check on Leila." She nods, "Okay babe." I make my way out of bed and head towards my daughters room. I see her silhouette in her bed, her knees pulled to her chest in a curled position. I don't want to frighten her so I carefully make my way towards her bed kneeling down beside it. I say, "Hey, baby. It's daddy. What's wrong, sweetheart?" She says nothing. I hear her muffled cries against the pillow. I say softly, "I'm going to turn on your lamp to talk to you, okay?" Her cries become louder. Then she says," No. Don't turn it on. You'll see me cry. Don't watch me c-cry." I whisper back, "Oh, baby. I've seen you cry countless times. I just want to make sure you're okay and clearly you aren't okay so please tell me what's happening love." Nothing. "I know you don't want to tell me what's wrong and I know you don't want me to see you cry but I have to know Leila. And I need you to talk to me. Okay?" She nods against her tears. She bursts out, "I wanted to tell you. I'm just sc-scared. I start slowly, patient with her, "I know baby. Shh. I'm sorry I frighten you sometimes. But the things I do are always out of wanting to keep you healthy and I do it with love. But I promise I'm going to make you feel better. I promise, angel." I turn on her lamp and explain slowly, knowing she won't like what I have to say, "I need you to listen to me , Leil. I know you don't like doctors but I'm going to take you to my office. Please don't freak out. But I have to find out what wrong with you so I can fix it. She starts to sob. I say, reassuringly, "Hey, hey, Shh. You're okay. Come on wrap your arms around my neck." She wraps her arms around my neck. I capture her in my arms and carry her to my office in our home. I sit her gently on the examination table. She looks around the room terrified as I pull on my doctor gloves. She flinches when she hears the noise. I tilt my head at her, "Just gloves, baby. Nothing to be scared of." I say, "Okay, baby. First, I'm going to ask you a few questions about your stomach because I know that's what is bothering you and then I'll move on to the examination." She says okay. I ask, "Is it a stabbing pain or like stomach ache? She says stabbing. I note this. I ask her a few more things. I question her, "How long has it been hurting?" Leila swallows, "Since yesterday but it was the worst at 3 am this morning." I look at her with a look of sympathy, "Oh, baby-"My daughter looks scared, spewing all kinds of apologies, "I'm- I'm sorry dad. I should have told you when it got worse. D-don't be mad." I furrow my eyebrows, "I'm not mad, sweetheart. Don't get yourself all worked up baby. Crying will only make your pain worse." She sniffs multiple times. I grab a tissue and wipe her nose for her and dispose of it. I say, gently,"Now I'm going to ask you to please lay down on the table please. Can you do that for me?" She is hesitant, unmoving. I ask again patiently. Nothing. I say, "Love, I have to take a look at your stomach, okay? Her lip quivers in fear and hesitation. I grab her hands in mine and tell her, "It's okay. It's okay." Finally, she calms down and surrenders, lying down. I smile at her proudly, "Thank you, Leil. I'm proud of you."

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