Taylor Swift Mother Imagines

Lonely Sick Days

Yayyy another chapter idea from the mind of xtaytayswiftiex I hope you enjoy it cause it either took a week or a week and a half to write I dunno why. Also I did not proofread so happy reading!

Age: 2

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Today I woke up feeling a bit off. Not in a "something bad is gonna happen" kind of off, but the "I'm not feeling to well" off.

As soon as I felt it, I was ready to run into mommy and daddy's room for some cuddles and help but them I remembered that mommy put out a new album very recently so she's been tired and needs sleep.

Then I thought that I could just wake daddy, but that was quickly forgotten when I remembered that he's been tired lately too because of how much training he's been doing in preparation for the new football season and today is one of his last days off before it starts and I'd rather not bother him with something like this.

I decide to just stay in my room and wait it out. Except it doesn't calm down, it only worsens with each minutes that passes.

As soon as I feel a little TOO off I rush into my bathroom and straight away I'm hunched over the toilet and spilling the contents of my stomach inside. 

It only last a couple of minutes and then I'm standing back up, flushing the toilet and standing up on the little step stool Aunt Sel got me so that I can brush my teeth while looking in the mirror. Usually mommy or daddy help me brush my teeth or they do it for me but I've seen it done enough to be able to get rid of the horrible taste in my mouth.

When I'm done and I'm walking back into my room  I hear mommy and daddy talking quietly in their room. I climb back into bed and snuggle up in my blankets. The feeling still remains, my trip to the bathroom having done nothing but make me more upset.

After a few minutes, I hear their door open and daddy walking downstairs while mommy comes towards my door, gently knocking on it.

"Baby, you awake?" She asks from the other side of the door.

"Yeah" I call back.

She opens the door but doesn't step into the room.

"It's time to get up, okay? I'm heading off in a minutes, I have a few interviews today. Can I have a hug before I go?"

I nod hastily, jumping out of bed and throwing my arms around her legs and squeezinng tightly. She leans down and wraps her arms around my shoulders, gently rubbing my back.

The hug only lasts a couple of seconds before mommy's pulling back and standing up so she can head downstairs. I follow her as fast as I can, though it really seems like im not even trying with how short my legs are compared to hers.

Before I can reach her, she's walking out the door and I'm watching it shut behind her. I stare at the door for a moment longer, willing her to come back and cuddle me, telling me it's okay and I'll feel better soon. But she doesn't. Instead I hear daddy calling me from the kitchen for breakfast.

We eat in silence because I'm not ready to talk yet after mommy ran off on me. Daddy doesn't seem to mind though, he understands that some days I take longer to wake up properly than others, and that today is one of those days.

After we've finished eating, I head off to my room where I find Meredith and Dibbles lying on my bed. I climb on beside them, stroking their fur while they turn to look at me. Dibbles even climbs onto me, cuddling into my neck. I wonder if this is what mommy feels like when we cuddle.