Daddy's Girl

Sick day

Chapter 5.
Chase's POV.
After the career day gone wrong, all I had was a sprained wrist, but it wasn't my worst injury ever. However, Selena was practically making me rest and going full on protective mode, which she normally didn't eat or sleep when she was like that, and that wasn't good for the babies.
"Selena, it's just a sprain. I'll be fine tomorrow. I'm really scared about you though. Your protective mode is not good for you or the twins." I explained.
Selena had bags under her eyes, another bad sign.
"I'm fine Chase. I promise." Selena smiled.
"I'm serious. Go take a nap. Everything will be fine." I said.
"But what about the laundry and the dishes." Selena said as she was going through her list of chores.
"Honey, relax. Go take a nap. I'll do the chores." I said.
"No, you can't. You are hurt." Selena said.
"Selena. I have Katherine to help me and I'll call Bree. But I don't want you to hurt yourself or the babies. Rest." I said as I pointed upstairs.
"Fine. Your right. I just need to relax." Selena said as she started walking up the stairs.
I picked up my cell phone, called Bree and explained the entire situation. She said she would over later. Then I noticed that I hadn't seen Katherine all morning. Luckily, the kids were getting today off because of some holiday or something that wasn't really a holiday. I went upstairs and went into Katherine's room to find that she was still asleep. I put my hand on her forehead and realised that she was running a fever.
"Daddy?" She asked horsely.
"What is it Kit-Kat?" I asked as I grabbed the thermometer.
"I don't feel good." She whined.
"I know baby girl. Let me take your temperature." I said as I sat down on her bed.
She opened her mouth and I put the thermometer in. After a few seconds, it beeped. I took it out. 100.1. Not very high, but still a fever.
"My throat hurts daddy. And my head hurts. And my nose is runny." Katherine whined.
"I know baby. Let's go downstairs and you can rest on the couch." I said as I picked her up bridal style, the way Adam would when we were goofing off, and took her downstairs. After I got her settled on the couch, I grabbed some cold medicine and a glass of water.
"Kit-Kat? Please take this. It'll make you feel better." I said as I handed her the dose cup with the medicine in it.
She took a small sip of it before spitting it out on me.
"It's yucky!" She yelled in a horse voice.
"I know. But look, it's pink. You like pink." I smiled.
"But it is yucky!" She whined.
"Honey, please take it. I'll give you some water afterwards." I begged.
"No!" She yelled.
"Katherine Ana Davenport, take this now." I said, getting more and more angry, even though I shouldn't have been because she was sick.
She finally took the full dose and I gave her the water.
"Good. Now please don't act like that when you take it again." I said as I put it up.
"Again?" She asked.
"Yeah baby. You gotta take the medicine every four hours." I said as I put it up.
"Eww." She groaned.
"I know. But I'll make you some soup now." I said as I put a box of tissues near her.
"Daddy?" She asked.
"What is it baby?" I asked.
"Can I watch Bubble guppies?" She asked.
"Sure." I smiled as I picked up the remote and turned it on for her.
Then the doorbell rang. I got up and opened it to Bree.
"Chase? Why did you call me over here?" She asked.
"Selena is stressing herself out and Katherine is sick. I just need some help." I explained.
"Fine. What do I need to do?" She asked as she came in the house.
"Selena was doing a bunch of chores before I made her get some rest. Could you take care of that?" I asked.
"And what will you be doing?" She demanded.
"Taking care of the sick five year old." I said as I pointed to my content daughter watching TV.
"She seems fine to me." Bree said.
"You weren't here when she spit her cold medicine on my shirt." I said.
"Maybe you should change." Bree suggested.
"I will a minute, I gotta get some soup going for Katherine. Just get started on the chores." I said.
"Fine "mission leader." Bree mocked.
"I told you I gave up that position!" I yelled as she sped to the laundry room.
I started the soup and went upstairs to grab my shirt. I noticed Selena was sleeping, so I quietly took it off when I heard.
"I forgot how nice you look without your shirt."
I turned around and saw Selena smiling at me and I blushed.
"I...I didn't notice you were awake." I admitted as I slipped on my birthday present last year from Mr. Davenport. A Davenport industries t-shirt.
"I'm awake. Why are you changing your shirt?" Selena asked.
Not wanting to stress her out more, I lied and said I spilled something on my shirt.
"Ok then..." Selena said, before suddenly gasping.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked as I sat on the bed.
"The twins...they are kicking for the first time." She said as she grabbed my hand and laid it on her stomach.
I suddenly felt some slight moving and I smiled so big probably. Then they finally settled down.
"That was amazing." I said.
"You only felt Katherine kick the day she was born." Selena said.
"Yep. But I'm glad I felt them." I said as I kissed her.
"You should probably go downstairs." Selena said as she kissed me again.
"Alright." I said before getting off the bed and going downstairs to see the kitchen and living room were spotless and Katherine eating her soup.
"Thanks Bree. I appreciate it." I said before hugging her.
"No problem." Bree smiled.
A week later.
I had come down with Katherine's cold and she and Bree decided to make this a game. Bree was the doctor and Katherine was the nurse.
"Open your mouth daddy. I have to take your temperature." She said.
I reluctantly opened my mouth before Katherine shoved it in there. After it beeped, Bree came over and looked over Katherine's shoulder to see the thermometer.
"Looks like daddy needs more medicine." Bree said with a grin on her face.
"Bree, I swear, you are so in for it when I get better." I said before sneezing.
"Just be glad I didn't call Tasha. She can baby you better then I can." Bree said before shoving a spoonful of medicine in my mouth.
"I H-A-T- E you Bree." I spelled out, not wanting Katherine saying it.
"I love you to." Bree smiled.