I woke up coughing and shaking. Michael was already up watching something on his computer. His hand was resting on my thigh. He smiled at me and pulled his headphones out.
"What's wrong?" He asked immediately. Michael always knew when I wasn't feeling good.
"Are you sick sweetheart?" He asked abandoning his laptop to be closer to me. I nodded while curling up in his lap.
"Let's go downstairs. I'll get you medicine and make breakfast" he kissed my hot forehead then picked me up bridal style. I shivered as Michael wrapped a blanket around me. A baby cry echoed through the house.
"Stay babe I'll go get him" he said pecking my forehead again.
"I can do" I tried to say but my voice cracked and came out as a whisper. Michael ignored me and went back upstairs. A few minutes later Michael carried our 3 year old son, David down the stairs.
"I think he's sick too" Michael said sitting next to me. He balanced David on his knee and took his temperature.
"He's got a fever like you" Michael laughed lightly.
"You got mommy sick" he cooed holding David above his head. He blew on his stomach making him giggle.
"Your amazing Michael" I sighed leaning against his shoulder.
"Ok Dave your going to come hang out with me while my beautiful princess gets her beauty sleep" Michael joked kissing the top of my head. I gave him a small smile and laid down on the couch still freezing cold. Half and hour later Michael woke up saying he made breakfast without burning it which rarely happens. I laughed a little and held his hand as he led me into the kitchen. He made a smiley face out of whip cream on the pancake.
"Dork" I laughed.
"You love it"
After eating I took David back to the living and gave him more medicine then watched cartoons with him. He giggled and spoke in his made up baby language. It made me smile and laugh with him. After Michael cleaned up he took a place next to me on the couch and stayed with us all day.
