The Worst Of Luck

Chapter twenty

It's been a few days since I agreed to being Luna. Vincent thinks it's best to introduce me to the pack. Let them know who I am before I become their Luna. I understood what he meant and agreed to do so. But that wasn't till next week. So for the time being I'm just not gonna stress about it. Currently, I was laying in my room, with Aidan. He said he didn't feel to well, so I took him to my room where it was calm and relaxing, gave him some medicine and told him to get some rest. I was scrolling through my phone, texting Emily, until I heard coughing. I quickly turned to Aidan, just as he threw up all over himself and onto the bed. I quickly picked him, and took him to the bathroom, in case he had to throw up again, and to wash him up. I ran the bath as I sat him down near the toilet, telling him if he had to puke again, to puke into the toilet. I made sure the water was a nice warm temperature before putting him in the bath. Cleaning him off, i realized he had a bit of a temperature. He looked pale, and tired, so I tried to clean him off quicker so I could clean the bed and get him back into bed. Once he was clean, I wrapped him in a warm towel, and carried him to Vincent's office. Sure, pack members were looking at me weirdly, I was a young girl carrying a little boy in a towel around the house, but I needed someone to watch him while I cleaned the bed, in case he was sick again. I walked in to see Vincent sitting at the computer, his eyes quickly looking up from the screen, and over to my direction. He looked confused, as he saw Aidan in my arms in a towel. "I need you to get him in some nice warm pjs and lay down with him in bed, or at least be in the room with him. He's sick, and I need to clean the sheets on my bed before I can put him back into there, and I don't want to leave him alone." I said, looking down at Aidan who was nuzzled into me sleeping. I frowned knowing my baby wasn't feeling well. "Yeah, of course. Is he alright?" Vincent asked concerned as he stood up and walked over to get a closer look at our son. "Yeah, just a stomach flu or something. If he has to throw up again, take him to the washroom. Or get a bucket in case," I said, Vincent nodded before gently taking Aidan, who was stirring in him sleep from being moved. Vincent held him close, as Aidan nuzzled into him. I left to wash my sheets, as Vincent left to get Aidan in pjs and Into bed.
I looked down at the sheets which had stomach fluids and last nights dinner all over them. I cringed as I picked the blankets up, and put them Into a basket. I was never good around puke. I mean I could some what handle Aidan's, because he was my baby, but if this was someone else's I wouldn't be too keen on the idea of it on my bed. After getting the sheets into the washer, I went to Aidan's bedroom to check up on him and Vincent. But when I got there, they weren't there. What the heck? Where are they? I decided to check Vincent's room, although I didn't think they'd be there, because Aidan was sick and i didn't know if Vincent would take the chance of him throwing up on his bed. Son or not, Vincent only found out about Aidan a few weeks ago. Wow, to think I've only been here a few weeks is mind boggling. It's beginning to feel somewhat normal around here, and something about that was unsettling. I got to Vincent's room, and slowly opened the door. Finally when it was open enough to take in his whole room, I saw Vincent laying there with Aidan, who was cuddling into him. I smiled at the sight. Before looking around at Vincent's room, which I hadn't been in before. It was huge, to say the least. And very modern. Huh, why hadn't I come in here before? I walked over to the bed, to see a bucket on the side, just in case, I felt happy he had listened to me about that. He saw me standing there, and patted the open spot on the bed. I got in, pulling the covers up onto me, as I stared at Aidan, who had a pale face, and dark circles under his eyes. I looked up at Vincent who was frowning down at Aidan, probably thinking the same thing i was when I first saw how sick he looked. "How's he doing?" I asked, placing the back of my hand on his small forehead to take his temperature, which was blazing hot. "He's just been sleeping," Vincent mumbled. I snuggled into Aidan, kissing his cheek. "Are you sure he's okay?" Vincent asked, I looked up to see a worried expression on his face. It was adorable to see how much he cared for Aidan. "Yes. He just has a stomach flu, it should be gone in day or two. He's had them before." I said, reassuring him. Aidan's has been sick a few times, maybe 5 so far, with the stomach flu at least. "Alright." Vincent said, looking back down at Aidan, his frown increasing in size. I snuggled into Aidan, pulling the covers up for the warmth, letting my heavy eyelids flutter shut, darkness consume my mind.