Baby Boom || Liam Payne <Complete>

Chapter 16: Sick?!

I carefully cut down the silk, ivory, and red fabric. Making sure to not make a cricked cut. I took the needle between my teeth and picked up the cloth gently before puncturing it with the needle. I made patterned incisions on the upper breast plate of the dress, sewing the crystal designs on the red lining. Repeating the action until it was finished, occasionally taking breaks to rest my cramping hand. I set up the dress under the sewing machine for a faster effect for the 'sewing pieces together' part, and since the dress was gonna take longer to sew anyway with just my handy dandy hands. I ran the dress upwards on the machine.

My sewing process was pulled to a halt when I heard Jakob's warning cries coming from his room. I groaned stress fully before taking off my glasses and standing from my recently sitting position. I stretched very quickly before roaming to Jake's room for what had seemed like the hundredth time this afternoon. He had been crying non-stop and I didn't understand why. However, I noticed earlier he had been a little warm.

"What's wrong my boy? You've been upset all morning and I don't know what's wrong?" I asked as I picked him up and rocked him in my arms. His head on my shoulder and my arm under his bum, supporting his weight. I hummed to him, hoping to put him back into a peaceful slumber.

This town is colder now

I think it's sick of us

It's time to make our move

I'm shaking off the rust

I've got my heart set on anywhere but here

I'm staring down myself

Counting up the years

Steady hands just take the wheel

Any every glance is killing me

Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead

Stop and stare

I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

Yeah I know that everyone gets scared

But I've become what I can't be

Oh, stop and stare

You start to wonder why you're here not there

And you'd give anything to get what's fair

But fair ain't what you really need

Oh, can you see what I see?

I start to here Jake's soft snores, signaling he's asleep. I breath a sigh of relief and softly lay him back down in his crib. I sit in the rocking chair next to his crib and put my head in my hands.

This is a familiar position isn't it?

This is just great. Notice my sarcasm? I don't know what's wrong with Jake. He's been acting weird today. And by weird I mean him not being his usual baby-ish, happy self or something. I don't know!!

Ugh!! This is stressful!

Between working on a dress that is supposed to be sent out in 3 days and Jakob being like this, I don't know which is more stressful. I'm dying inside because Jakob's warm and I don't know what to do because I don't know if he has a fever or something.

I don't carry thermometers in the house because I rarely get sick. And if I do get sick then I just go to the doctor's office and get checked out.

Then do I take him to the doctor's office?!

Okay, this calls for desperate measures because I'm a stressed out freak at the moment and I don't know what to do. I walked out of his room and jogged up the stairs, up to my door. Just as I was about to touch the handle, Jakob's screaming was holding me back. His screams were so loud, they hurt my ears just by being on top of the stairs.