Chad's POV
I woke up to the feeling of my shoulder being nudged. I looked over at Hayley and she mumbled sleepily, "your turn."
It was then that I heard Mikey's cry come from the baby monitor.
I got out of bed and walked along the corridor, into his room. I walked over to his crib and turned on his dimmed lamp.
He was stood up, biting on the bar of the crib and crying nonstop. Just as I went to pick him up, I saw barf all down his pj's and all over the blankets in his crib.
"Oh buddy bear," I said as I picked him up.
He rested his head on my shoulder and cried more. I placed my hand on the back of his head and rocked him.
When he was calm, I took off his pj's leaving him in a short sleeve onesie.
He held his arms up to me and continuously said, "dada."
I picked him up and carried him into mine and Hayley's room. I carefully climbed into bed with him in my arms, trying not to wake Hayley and placed him in between us. He then cuddled up to me before drifting off.
Hayley's POV
I felt my hair get pulled and I knew exactly who had joined us.
I looked at my sweet little buddy and smiled.
"Hey guy, you invading mommy and daddy's bed again?" I said quietly.
He looked at me and smiled. All of a sudden I smelt something foul. I leaned towards his diaper and sniffed it to make sure it was him and not one of Chad's disgusting farts.
"Did you make a fudgie?" I asked in a high pitched voice.
He giggled.
"Did you make a fudgie?" I said in a higher voice, tickling his chest lightly.
I picked him up and carried him into the nursery. When I walked in I smelt something even fouler and it wasn't Mikey's diaper.
I laid Mikey on the changing table and noticed his pj's on the floor. I picked them up and noticed they were wet. I smelt them and dropped them on the floor. It was then that I walked over to the crib and saw vomit all over Mikey's blankets.
I walked back over to the changing table.
"Are you sick baby? Is that why dada brought you in our bed?" I said as I undid his diaper.
His poop didn't look too good either. I felt his forehead and noticed he was burning up. I wiped him and put a fresh diaper on him before bringing him back to our bed.
He snuggled up to me and buried his small head in my neck. I kissed him and stroked his hair until we both fell asleep.
5:30 am
I felt Mikey kicking his legs like crazy before hearing the most blood curdling scream come from him along with a series of cries.
I sat up suddenly and picked him up. I got out of bed and carried him down stairs, his cries getting louder.
"Shhh," I said as I rocked him in my arms.
He cried harder and rested his head on my shoulder. Suddenly he lifted his head up and projectile vomited every where.
"Oh my god," I said I shock as I tried thinking of what to do.
I took his short sleeve onesie off leaving him in just a diaper and wiped his mouth. I put Mikey in his highchair and went back into the living room to put baby powder on the puke. I heard him crying uncontrollably.
