I couldn't think of a name for this one.
Calum: Newborn
Michael: 2 1/2 years old
Luke: Daddy
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Luke's pov
I woke up to crying and someone shaking me. I opened my eyes and was greeted by a very sickly looking Michael, standing next to my bed. He was crying, holding his tummy.
"Baby, what are you doing out of bed "i asked, looking at the clock. 2:15am.
"I no feels good, daddy "Michael cried.
I sat up and picked him up, placing him on my lap, gently. We had to be a bit quiet, because Calum was in his bassinet, next to my bed. Luckily he's a deep sleeper.
"Where does it hurt? "I whispered, wrapping my arm around him.
"My tummy and head "he whimpered, cuddling into my chest.
"Ok, stay here while daddy goes to get you some medicine "i said, kissing his head.
Michael nodded and got off my lap, before laying down and snuggling into the blanket. I got up and walked downstairs into the kitchen. I got Michael some medicine and a sippy cup of water. I also got the themonitor, before going back upstairs into my room.
Michael wasn't in the room and the bathroom door was open. I always leave it shut it night. I put the stuff down and walked to the bathroom. I turned on the light and gasped at what I saw.
Michael was vomiting in the toilet, crying to himself. I walked over and crouched behind him, rubbing his back. Once he was done, i turned him around to face me and he looked at the ground.
"Are you done, baby? Why didn't you tell me you felt that sick? "I asked, moving a bit of hair out of his face.
He shrugged to both and rubbed his eyes, yurning.
"Come on, let's get you some medicine and then to bed "i said, picking him up gently.
I walked back into my room and sat on the bed. I gave Mikey some medicine and his sippy cup, before putting on 'Frozen' for him. While he was busy watching it, laying down under the blankets with his sippy cup, i took his temperature. Michael looked up at me and whimpered. I kissed his head and the themonitor beeped. 38.8.
"Mikey, do you want to take off your onsie? "I asked him, receiving a nod in return.
I helped him take it off and he laid back down. I heard another cry, this time not from Michael. Calum was crying his little eyes out, frailing his little arms around. I picked him up and shhed him.
"It's ok, baby. Daddy's here. Daddy's got you. "I cooed.
I checked his nappy, it was clean. He must be hungry. I laid Cal on the bed and took off my shirt, before picking him up again. I leaned back against the headboard and put Calum in a comfortable feeding position. Cal instantly latched on to my nipple and started to suck down the milk. He placed his little fist above my peck, blocking my view.
I smiled and kissed his head, that felt a bit hot. Michael looked over at me and tilted his head.
"Daddy, what are you doing? "He asked.
"I'm feeding your little brother "i answered.
Michael nodded and closed his eyes, yurning. Cal detached from my nipple and started to whimper. I grabbed the themonitor and put it in his ear. Calum started to cry and wiggle around. The themonitor beeped and I took it out. 32.6. At least Calum wasn't as bad as Michael, but he still had a fever.
I laid down and placed a whimpering Calum on my chest. I turned off the TV, because Michael fell asleep. I pulled the blanket over myself and Calum, before closing my eyes. I slowly feel asleep, Calum doing the same.
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I woke up to someone whispering. I opened my eyes and smiled. Michael was rubbing Calum's back and whispering to him. Calum had his fist front of his mouth, his eyes wide open.
"Hey, liwwle brother "Michael whispered.
I smiled and ran my fingers though Michael's hair. He looked at me and smiled a little.
"Morning, baby boy "i said.
"Morning, daddy "he said back.
"Do you still feel sick? "I asked, receiving a nod in reply.
I put my hand on his forehead, he still had a fever. I placed Calum in his bassinet, before sitting up and stretching.
"Ok, how 'bout we get you and your little brother changed, then go get breakfast? "I asked.
"Okay "Michael said, smiling.
We got up and i got Calum, before walking into the nursery. I quickly changed Calum into a clean nappy and a puppy onsie. I then changed Michael into a clean nappy and a kitten onsie, before going downstairs with the boys. As soon as we got in the kitchen, Calum started to cry and whimper. I put Michael in his highchair and started to bounce Cal. I don't know what's set him off, he's probably hungry.
"What do you want to eat, Mikey? "I asked him.
"Cocoa pops please "he answered.
I nodded and got him his breakfast, before heading into the dark living room to take care of Calum. I tried to feed him but he wouldn't drink. I sighed and put my hand on his forehead. He still had a fever. I laid him in his rocker and walked back into the kitchen.
Michael was finished eating, so i let him down and told him to go to the lounge room and pick a movie. I made Calum a bottle with some medicine in it, then went back into the lounge room. Michael was sitting on the couch, looking at the movie he picked.
I turned on the TV and put on the movie, which was 'Peter Pan'. I picked up Calum and sat on the couch next to Michael, before I started to feed him. Calum closed his eyes and drank the bottle quickly. I smiled and started to watch 'Peter Pan' with my son.
