Life in the Spotlight (Sequel to "His Baby")

Sick

*if you don't like talking about throw up, I recommend you don't read this chapter

Shawn's pov
I wake up at 3 am one morning to hear someone throwing up. I run to the bathroom to see Michael. There's throw up all over his pajamas. Guess he's not going to school today.
He stops and I pick him up and take him to his room. I change him out of his gross pajamas and into some clean ones. "Stay here buddy I'm going to get you a bowl and some medicine," I tell him.
I get him a bowl and some medicine and give it to him. "Try to fall back asleep buddy, you're not going to school today." He nods and I go wash my hands in the bathroom. Then I see a puddle.
Are you fucking kidding me? I get some cleaning supplies and clean up the mess. Then I go back to bed at 4 am. "What's happened baby?" Y/n asks me in her sleep. "Michael is sick," I say.
I fall asleep and in the morning I miss working in the studio to take care of Michael. I don't want Y/n to care of him because she could get sick and that's not good for the baby.
"So Michael why don't we watch a movie or something?" I ask as I take his temperature. 99.8 F, fever. He nods and I put a movie on Netflix. Y/n comes downstairs and sees Michael. "How's my baby doing?" She asks.
"Not good," he says. "He also got a fever." "Aww baby." She goes into the kitchen and Michael and I continue watching our movie. I fall asleep and then wake up hearing Michael throw up again.
"Oh buddy." I pick him up and take him to the bathroom, to the toilet. I take the blankets and throw them in the washing machine and clean up the stain on the couch. I go into the bathroom to check on Michael and he's laying on the floor. "You okay?" I ask him. He nods his head.
I pick him up and take him upstairs to his room. "I'm sorry Dad," he says to me as I put him in his bed. "It's alright buddy, just lay down and yell for me if you need anything." I go to my bedroom and Y/n laying in bed, watching tv.
"Woah you okay Shawn?" She asks. "Michael just threw up and now he's laying in bed," I say. "I mean you not Michael. You look pale." "I'm fine," I say out of breath. "Let me take your temperature."
She takes my temperature and I have a fever. "Lay down hubby, I'm going to get you some medicine." She gets up and goes downstairs. I take off my shirt and pants so I'm just in my underwear and lay in bed.
And the worse thing that could happen, happens. I throw up. Shit I'm sick. Michael climbs into bed with me. "Oh my babies," Y/n says giving us medicine. "Love you," I say. "I love you too hubby and I love you Michael." "Love you mama." We watch tv together with Gizmo as Michael and I rest. Luckily Y/n didn't get sick.