1D Preferences

»→26. Sick kid

Louis: "EAT IT," Louis shouted. "NO IT TASTE LIKE PEE," your child shouted back. "If youdrink pee than this will taste like a root beer float," he continued to mimic the maturity of your child. "I don't drink pee," he coughed as he continued to strain his voice. "Then how do you know what it taste like," he tilted his head waiting for a response. "Stop dad and let me leave," he tried to get out of the bathroom. "Take the cough syrup or I'm not letting you out, and I have to poop," he threatened. "You're gross," he pouted opening his mouth.

Harry: "I'm hungry," your little girl shouted from her room. "Should we give her a piece," Harry asked. "Are you crazy," you looked at the pizza you two had ordered exhausted of waiting on your daughters every whim. "She's hungry," he shrugged. "Let's try some saltine crackers and white soda first, before we dive right into the extra cheese pizza," you said as you grabbed the necessary meal. "That idea works too," Harry tried to play it off joining you as you went to check her temperature and let her try eating again.

Zayn: It was the first time that your baby was sick. You were trying not to panic but your motherly instincts were getting the best of you. It was one in the morning, but you were up trying to see if the symptoms were normal for a 5 month old baby. Every post just continued to make you more worried though because they were worst case situations. "If it is bothering you this much let's just go to the doctor. It will give you peace of mind," he rubbed your back more worried about you than the baby. "You think?" "I know."

Liam: "Thank you for coming home," you kissed Liam as you walked into the house. "If I missed one more meeting I was good as fired," you sighed. "How is he," you asked flustered. "Lots of crying, the medicine made it a little better. He's finally sleeping," he showed you to where he was on the couch. You admired how Liam had bundled him up in about 10 blankets. Carefully you placed the back of your hand on your son's forehead. "His fever seems to have finally broke," you hugged Liam relieved beyond belief.

Niall: "Dad, dad, dad," your daughter shouted tugging on the blankets of the bed. "Honey go back to bed," he grumbled still half asleep. "Daddy, I don't feel good," she kept pulling on the blankets. "You'll be fine, go back to your room," he continued to grumble at her. "Niall," you warned since he was being very insensitive. All of a sudden you heard the worst possible outcome and your child vomited on the carpet in your bedroom. "Nice parenting Niall," you sassed in your tired state going over to pick up your crying girl, "I'll clean her up you get the floor.