After Lover for Pay: ONESHOTS

The Gig Pt6

The second the two husbands arrived to the townhouse, London didn't waste a second and hurried inside. As Marbell paid the driver that took them, he entered the home without closing the door behind him. "Rolland," London called out, and when he heard his father-in-law upstairs, he climbed them as fast as he could.

The light to the bath room was on across from the master bedroom, and he could see Rolland inside with Benjamin. The young boy was sitting on a stool in front of the toilet, and he looked up when his father appeared in the doorframe. "I don't wanna throw up anymore, Papa," Benjamin said, and London's heart trembled when the boy let out a dry heave into the porcelain bowl.

"He just started out of nowhere," Rolland said, "About thirty minutes ago. He stops for about five minutes and then he just blows chunks again."

When Rolland stepped aside, London knelt down beside his son and pressed the back of his hand to the boy's forehead. He wasn't as hot as he'd been the couple days before. "Hey, little man," he said to Benjamin, "Can you tell papa what you ate today?"

The little boy sat up on the stool and used a few squares of bathroom tissue to wipe his mouth. "I ate the bowl of soup you got me and a little bit of crackers." The little boy then grabbed his glasses that he'd set down on the sink counter and put them back on. "My tummy wasn't hurting or anything, but then I just threw up when me and Ozzy were playing cars."

Suddenly London wished they were back in the states already, so he could take Benjamin to the pediatrician first thing in the morning. Since that wasn't the case, he took the boy back to his bedroom and changed him. When the boy was comfortable, he sat down at his bedside and handed the boy a small bucket. "Hey, Benny," Marbell entered the room after letting his father out, "You feeling any better? You want Papa to get you anything?"

"Some water, please?"

London looked back to his son when Marbell disappeared. He was more than sure what was going on with Benjamin wasn't serious, but he couldn't help being a little too worried when it came to his children. He still remembered back to when he and Marbell realized Layla was allergic to strawberries. He'd never panicked so much in all his life after seeing his little girl go into anaphylactic shock when she was just eight months old. It'd been the scare of a lifetime and he couldn't imagine being terrified about the well-being of his babies ever again. Minor coughs and stuffy noses already worried him enough.

If Benjamin didn't stop throwing up soon, he felt is only option would be to take his son to the hospital. After Marbell came back with the cup of water for their eldest, he went to check on Ozzy and the twins in the girl's room. London remained at Benjamin's side, listening as his son told him stories about things he'd learned, always starting off with a quick, "Did you know..." before schooling his father in something he had no clue about. When an hour passed them by, London asked how the little boy was doing, and thankfully he received a: "I feel a lot better. I think, when I threw up, it got rid of the toxins in my tummy."

"That's great," London kissed his son's forehead, "Papa's so glad you're feeling better."

"I'm sorry you had to come back home for me," Benjamin apologized, and then London placed a gentle hand upon his son's cheek.

"You don't ever say you're sorry for calling your Papa's back home. We care more about you and your brother and sisters than what's going on outside. And – to tell you the truth – I didn't want to be stuck where we were anyways. I'll always rather be home with you all than anywhere else in the world." Sitting up at Benjamin's bedside, London touched a hand to the top of his son's hair. "Why don't you try laying down for a while longer? Papa and I will be in our room if you need anything, okay?"