Name: Grace Corcoran
Age: 7
Parents: Elizabeth Gillies + Michael CorcoranJust as she was every morning, Liz was up early and ready for work. She had made Grace's packed lunch for school and had coffee with Michael before he left for work. All that was left to do was to get Grace up and to school.
"Rise and shine." Liz whispered softly as she pushed open the bedroom door.
"Mom..." Grace groaned hoarsely.
"Oh, I can hear the germs." Liz murmured to herself. "Are you okay, baby?"
"Mommy, I feel so ill." Grace whined.
"What's the matter?" Liz asked, sitting down on the edge of the large bed.
"Everything hurts. And I'm all snotty." Grace complained.
"I see that." Liz scrunched her nose up. "Do you feel sick?"
"No." Grace shook her head.
"You feel quite warm. Are you too hot?" Liz asked, resting her hand on Grace's forehead.
"Yeah... but my toes are cold." Grace told her with a sneeze.
"Bless you. You've definitely caught something. I told your dad not to take you to that indoor play park." Liz shook her head with a sigh.
"But it was fun." Grace whined.
"And this won't be fun." Liz said, picking up her phone.
"What won't be?" Grace frowned in confusion.
Before she could get a reply, her mom was talking to someone on the phone.
"I can't come into work today... yes, I know I'm scheduled to film scene seven.... Yes, I do still want my job... I'm staying home with my daughter and that's that so find a way to deal with it. Bye now." Liz hung up the call.
"Mommy, that was a little bit rude." Grace said quietly.
"Sometimes we have to set boundaries and stick to our words." Liz told her. "Now, I'm going to call your school and make you a warm drink. Stay in bed."
"Okay, thank you. Can I have Otis?" Grace asked, shuffling over in bed.
"Otis!" Liz whistles and the dog bounded in.
"Yay!" Grace squealed and then started to cough.
"Alright, I'll find you some medicine." Liz kissed her head and walked out.
Three hours and two bowls of soup later, Grace was lying on the couch under a blanket watching episodes of Dynasty. Liz had cleaned Grace's bedroom and washed the sheets to keep the germs away and came downstairs to see her daughter curled up and sniffling.
"Baby, are you crying?" Liz asked softly, running her hand through Grace's hair to get her to look up.
"I don't feel good." Grace whimpered, her teary brown eyes meeting her mother's concerned blue ones.
"Oh, honey. Come here." Liz cooed, sitting right beside her and cuddling her small body.
"It just hurts." Grace sobbed, feeling her head pounding.
"I know, I know. You can't have any more medicines for a couple of hours." Liz told her.
Grace sighed and wiped her nose on Liz's cardigan, then rested her chin on her mom's shoulder.
"Thank you, darling." Liz rolled her eyes and Grace giggled.
"Can I sleep?" Grace asked quietly.
"Yeah, let's have a nap." Liz covered them both with another blanket and cuddled her close.
"Mom, I'm sorry you had to call off work." Grace whispered, so quietly that Liz almost didn't hear her.
"Nu uh, no saying sorry. I do anything for my baby, you know that." Liz murmured into Grace's curly hair. "Now go to sleep, I'll be right here."
And she was. She stroked Grace's hair until she fell asleep, which didn't take long, and she didn't move an inch. Even when her phone was buzzing like mad with work emails, she left it discarded on the coffee table.
It was only when the front door unlocked and she jolted awake that Liz realised she had fallen asleep too at some point. She glanced at the time on the TV and saw it was still early afternoon, so she wondered what Michael was doing home so much earlier than usual.
"I'm home!" He called out from the hall way and Liz silently cursed him for being so loud.
"Keep your voice down!" She hissed at him when he entered the living room.
"Oops, sorry." Michael whispered, noticing Grace fast asleep against his wife's shoulder.
"She's been out for hours." Liz told him as she carefully stood up, re-covering Grace with the blanket.
"That's good, it'll give her body a chance to fight off whatever it is she's got." Michael nodded.
"How come you're back early?" Liz asked, standing in front of him.
"I came home early. I didn't want to leave you two alone when Grace is ill." Michael smiled, leaning down to kiss her but she gave him her cheek instead of her lips. "What was that about?" Michael chuckled.
"Well, you know. That's very good of you to come home early. Especially because it's your fault she's ill in the first place." Liz folded her arms over her chest.
"My fault?" Michael asked, half amused and half confused.
"I told you not to take Grace to that stupid indoor playground. But did you listen? Nooooo. Mike knows best." Liz mocked him and he could only laugh.
"Babe, Grace was going to a birthday party at the play park. We could hardly say no, could we?" Michael took her hand.
"Perhaps not. But you left the hand sanitiser and the baby wipes at home that I bought specifically for you to take to the party. Those ball parks are breeding grounds for deadly viruses." Liz shook her head as she rambled on."She has a cold, Liz." Michael quickly grounded her amidst her dramatic rant.
To which he only recived a hard glare from his very stubborn wife.
"And I'm very sorry." Michael added, pulling her in by the waist to give her a proper kiss. "I love you."
"Mhm." Liz hummed through her pouted lips.
"You not going to say it back?" Michael asked teasingly.
"I love you." Liz grumbled.
"Should we get take out for dinner?" Michael asked her.
"Take out?"
Both Liz and Michael turned their heads to see Grace sitting upright, ears having pricked up at the sound of a treat dinner.
"Oh, look who's awake." Liz rolled her eyes playfully.
"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Michael asked their daughter.
"My head hurts still, and I'm a bit achy. But... some Chinese food might fix it." Grace smiled hopefully.
"I thought so." Michael smiled in return.
"Let's watch a movie. Come on, babe." Liz grabbed his hand and dragged him to sit on the couch with her and Grace.
"What movie?" Michael asked.
"Harry Potter. The first one." Grace handed him the TV remote and played with Otis' ears when the dog jumped into her lap.
"Sounds like you're feeling better already." Liz said gently, kissing Grace's forehead.
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Liz Gillies Mom Imagines
FanfictionA series of random oneshots (mainly by requests) of Liz Gillies being a mom in certain situations.