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heading the loud familiar cry of her son mya jerked awake only to whimper in pain making marshall look over at her "you okay pretty girl?". he asks reaching over to touch her forehead which was currently burning up "n–no i feel like i'm dying marshall". she replies in a whiny tone. "hold that thought let me go get your twin".
attempting to turn her body mya hissed in pain, after three brutal days of filming for her new music video her poor body had fallen ill from the intense heat, a few moments later marshall came walking in with their cranky son. "what's wrong with him?". she softly asked afraid to raise her voice.
"he's hungry and you forgot to pump any bottles". mya sighs lowly while trying to pull her shirt off "i need help marshall my body aches so bad".
marshall gently placed maverick beside mya who smiled at his red teary face "i don't want him to get sick marshall you sure it's not bottles anywhere in the fridge?".
"no i double checked and he'll be fine it's not like your coughing or anything". reaching over he gently helped take her crop top off "thank you". marshall nodded pecking her forehead "i'm gonna make us some lunch and run to the store to get some medicine".
"no you don't have to do that i'm fine". mya replies gently picking maverick up who began to calm down "hi my handsome lil man". maverick smiled while mya gently held his hand. "you aren't fine mya well you are but that's beside the point i'll make big d go inside is that better for you?".
she nodded before marshall walked over to peck her lips making mya smile "i'll be right back do you anything from the store?". he asked watching as maverick greedily ate.
"no well maybe some chocolate". she says with a small smile "i want some chocolate and pickles". marshall eyebrows furrowed eyeing her weirdly "the fuck you aren't pregnant again right?".
"god no marshall i almost died giving birth to maverick i'm just craving that badly right now so please get me that". marshall nodded making a mental note before leaning over to kiss on his son's forehead who whined in distress.
"stop messing with him while he eats makes him upset". he heard mya quietly says while she gently kissed his forehead "he just doesn't like when i do it but that's fine because i was here first son your mommy ain't even want you". marshall joked making mya's eyes turn into slits "that's not funny nigga get out i'm already not feeling well".
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marshall stepped inside the bedroom smiling at his family, mya slept peacefully while maverick slept soundly beside her while holding tightly onto a strand of her curly hair. looking around quickly he grabbed his camera snapping a few photos of them.
"hey pretty girl get up". he whispered gently kissing her pouty lips.
"mhmm?". she replies slowly fluttering her eyes open, "sit up so you can eat i let you sleep but it's almost three now so please eat something".
"my stomach hurts marshall". mya whines slowly sitting up unknowingly waking their son who burst into tears wailing loudly beside them, "shit i didn't mean to wake him up". grabbing her son mya brought him to her chest while rubbing his back making him quickly quiet down.
maverick whimpers filled the room making marshall laugh softly "he's so dramatic just like somebody i know". he teased handing her the plate of food mya sighs forcing herself to eat a spoonful of fruit. "this is really good". she whispers glancing down at maverick who stare at her with loving eyes.
marshall dove into the bed making his baby mama jump slightly "you just love to play". she whispered feeling his lips all over her face, "give me his pacifier please".
maverick wailed louder making his mother eyebrows furrow in pain, "here i'll take him". marshall whispers grabbing the fussy new born who sucked harshly on the pacifier.
spitting the pacifier out maverick cried harder while staring at mya who sighed "you can keep eating pretty girl i got him". marshall quickly stood up while rubbing his son back in comfort "i'm gonna take him outside".
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a few hours later
marshall rubbed mya's back in comfort as she heaved into the toilet "shit what do i do!?". he stressed to his baby mama who ignored him sticking her head further into the bowl.
"stop yelling for one baby i'm fine". mya mumbled looking tiredly over at marshall who was staring at her with a worrisome expression "can i get the medicine you got me?". he nodded before helping her stand up. "i feel like i'm gonna faint". she whispered leaning against her baby father who turned lifting her into his arms.
walking over to the sink marshall turned the sink on while mya lay against his chest playing with his chains "what's wrong why you crying for pretty girl?". he ask while placing her toothbrush under the water "i don't feel good". she cried gagging making his eyes widened.
"i love you so much but please don't throw up on me again". he says in a playful tone watching her once again throw up in the toilet, "once you get done brush your teeth i'm gonna go get the medicine".
marshall kissed her sweaty forehead before walking out the room going across the hall to check on maverick who lay quietly smiling once he saw his father "hey buddy". he says scooping his son up, maverick cooed snuggling into his embrace.
"jesus christ". mya panted staring at her vomit in the toilet, "marshall could you help me?". she shouted scrunching her face up in pain "here drink this". marshall says holding the cold bottle of water.
"i also got you some crackers you need to eat them".
"i'm not hungry".
"mhm i ain't tryna hear that shit i'll be out here when you're finished". mya rolled her eyes but slowly walked to the sink to once again brush her teeth and wash her sweaty face off.
maverick laughed loudly at his father who tickled under his chin "you look like pretty girl mav". marshall says kissing his son forehead.
mya slowly walked over to them before kissing marshall cheek "thank you for taking care of me i love you".
