The Open Shot (The Hotshots Series Book 1)

Chapter Twenty-Six

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This morning is kind of... I wasn't expecting it to be. I don't know what happened last night that made Rory vomit. I don't even know how that much vomit can come out of a child her size.

Was it the food we ate last night? Cause I did puke too but I did not get a fever, but mine wasn't worse like Rory, her skin pale, have a fever. I informed her school that she can't attend her class because she's ill.

I'm seriously scared right now. Her fever spiked and started throwing up. It's scary seeing her like this. I'm hesitating to call Warrick but I don't want him to worry before the game. I actually have no idea what to do. I called Paige instead to ask what to do, she told me that Rory is probably catching a stomach bug and swears it's normal for kids to get the stomach bug and that everything will be over by tomorrow. And note me to give her enough fluids and give her bland food and tylenol for her fever.

As instructed by Paige, I gave Rory a lot of water after she puked once again and let her nap on the couch while I prepared her porridge.

Rory is still asleep on the couch when I return to the living room after giving her the porridge. Okay, she needs to sleep.

Throughout the afternoon, I monitor Rory's temperature, make sure she drinks enough water, and empty her vomit buckets. This should only be a 24-hour bug, according to one of the mommy blogs I looked up, and all I can do is make sure she drinks enough water.

When Rory wakes up from another nap, she crawls over to me and lays her head against my chest. "I miss Daddy."

"I know, little sun." I rub soothing circles on her back. "We can watch him on TV soon. You can give him some good luck vibes through the screen."

"Okay." Her little voice sounds so sad, it breaks my heart.

"Mom, I think I'm going to⁠—"

Warm liquid spews from her mouth onto my lap.

I close my eyes and blow out a breath.

It's going to be a long fucking night.

Rory was able to keep down a few crackers with some applesauce for dinner while we watched Warrick's game.

I'm glad yesterday's events didn't have an impact on his performance tonight.

I'm hopeful she's nearing the end of this miserable thing because this is the longest she's gone without throwing up. In case she needed me in the middle of the night, I decided to share Warrick's bed with her.

However, Warrick's name appears on the screen as my phone buzzes on the nightstand. Worried about his reaction to my keeping him in the dark about Rory being sick, I feel a knot in my gut.

Paige didn't tell him either, so at least we'll go down together.

I tiptoe out of the room so Rory doesn't wake up, and swipe my thumb across the screen. "Hey, baby. Great game tonight."

The smile falls from his face as soon as he sees me. "What's wrong?"

Damn, this guy is good.

I Flop onto the couch and scrub my face with my free hand. "Please don't hate me, but Rory has been throwing up all day. I think she has a stomach bug."

"What? You're kidding. Why didn't you tell me?"

I grimace. "I didn't want to worry you before the game."