~Carrie’s POV~
I woke up in my bed and my head was pounding and I had a sore throat. I got up and slowly walked to my bathroom. I pulled out my thermometer. Then I stuck it under my tongue. When I looked at it, it read 104 degrees. I walked back to my room, picked up my phone, and dialed Harry’s number.
“Hello gorgeous.” He answered on the third ring.
“Harry, I can’t come into work today, I’m sick.” I said coughing at the end.
“Well then we’re sick. I’ll be there in a few minutes. I love you.” He said hanging up. Well shit. I didn’t want him to come over. Well I did but I didn’t want him to get sick or to miss work. I walked into my kitchen and made some soup. Then I went to my living room and curled up on the couch in a blanket waiting for Harry’s arrival.
~Harry’s POV~
“Pedro, we have a new destination. Take me to Carrie’s home please.” I asked him.
“Yes sir.” He said pulling into a parking lot and turning around. My poor baby was sick, and I was going to take care of her whether she liked it or not. Pedro pulled into her house a good thirty minutes later. I got up and walked to her door. I lightly knocked just in case she had a head ache.
“It’s open.” I heard her call from inside. I turned the handle and pushed lightly. I looked over on the couch and saw her sitting there. She was bundled up in a red blanket and she had her hair piled on top of her head in a bun. Her eyes were red and her nose was red around the nostril openings. She was still so beautiful.
“Hi baby. How you feeling?” I asked her walking over to the couch and sitting on it.
“I’ve felt better honestly, I feel pretty crappy at the moment.” She said giving me a light smile. I pulled her onto my lap and wrapped my arms around her. Then I laid us down. I was playing with the light strands of hair that she missed when I heard her light snores. I shifted her and stood up with her in my arms. I carried her to her room and laid her down on the bed. Then I pulled the blanket over her and kissed her forehead. I walked back into the living room and sat down. I turned on Final Destination 3 and laid back. I was about forty five minutes into the movie when the doorbell rang. I stood up and I peeped through the peephole. I saw a middle aged woman who had hair the same color as Carrie’s. I slowly opened the door.
“HI! You must be Henry! I’m Carrie’s mother, Janice.” She said pulling me into a deathly hug.
“Uh my name is Harry ‘mam.” I said pulling back.
“Oh! I’m so sorry Harry! When Caroline told me about you told me about you it sounded like Henry.” She said laughing at herself.
“Who’s Caroline?” I asked.
“Caroline is Carrie’s full name. Now where is that girl?” she asked looking around the room.
“She’s in her room sleeping. She’s sick.” I said pulling her in the direction of her room. I turned the handle quietly and pushed open the door. Her mom ran over to her bed and lightly shook her. Carrie stirred a little before opening her eyes.
“Mom!!!!” she yelled sitting up grabbing her mom into a hug. I smiled at how she was with her mom.
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