1D imagines

Sick.

I touched Louis forehead, he was burning. I gave him some advil for the muscle pain. "Jadelyn, if I die today tell our future kids I love them..." he groaned, curling into a little ball. "You will not die, and you will live to see them, grow up, and have some kids of their own. We'll boths be grandparents with bad arthritis." giggled and smiled, sighing as I called Mia, our first child. She was about 4, brown eyes (My eyes.) But Louis hair. "Yes mommy?" She sounded really annoyed. "Can you call uncle Zayn and tell him to come over?" I handed her the house cell phone as she walked out the room.

Minutes later she came back in, pressing a finger to her mouth, motioning me to keep quiet as she touched Louis' forehead, "Yea, he warm. Very warm." She hung up and gave me a very serious look. "Uncle Zayn will be here." I nodded and kissed her forehead, first of all thank god she knows how to operate a cell phone, and secondly thank god she's our daughter.

Zayn gave him some red medicine soon, the muscle pain went away and the fever kept on rising. He gave him a yellow medicine, which looked like pee, but was honey with some kind of green tea leaves. He still had runny nose and strep throat but we couldn't do anything about that more than give him antibiotics for his strep throat.

Mia layed in bed with her dad, listening to him sing to the song "No Control."she absolutely loved it. I made some important phone calls when, I felt some arms wrap around me and kiss my head, Louis.

"What are you doing? "

"Looking for work.."

"Don't do that, I pay for everything..after all you did give me my happiness."

I blushed, he leaned in and planted a soft, sweet kiss. I pulled away and he, pouted. "You'll get me sick!" I groaned. "I'll take care of you, because through sickness or health I'll be here, for you."