1D sickfics

Him and your child are sick: Louis

I got a request to do the rest of the boys for him and your child are sick with the stomach flu so here it is
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You and Louis' kids

Diane (5)

Cameron (3)

Josh and Maya (6) -twins

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(Flashback)

Louis' p.o.v.
"Are you sure your going to be okay?" (Y/n) said.

"Babe I'll be fine," I said, sighing dramatically.

"You threw up an hour ago and we have four children, none of whom are old enough to take care of themselves!" she said.

"I can handle it. You need to go to work today," I said, giving her a look.

"I know, I just, I'm worried about you.

With that, I handed her the car keys and pushed her out the door.

"My phone doesn't work in the lab," she called over her shoulder as she walked down the driveway.

(End of flashback)

Why? Why did I let her leave me alone with these kids. I was sitting in the living room watching Josh and Maya running around chasing each other, screaming loudly.

Diane was jumping on the couch next to me, causing it to rock, which made my stomach churn sickeningly. I hadn't even seen Carter in a while.

Finally, it got to be all too much. I reached out to my left, seizing Diane by the waist, and pulling her, kicking, into my lap. I held her down until she got tired of fighting and burst into giggles.

"Hey, Diane!" I said, rather loudly.

"What Daddy?" she turned to look at me.

"How about you go pick out a movie for us to watch," I told her. Her eyes went comically wide and she nodded quickly, jumping off the couch and running to the movie cabinet.

"Alright!" I yelled to the twins. They stopped abruptly. "I'm gonna getcha!" I yelled, beginning to chase them. They started screaming again.

Five minutes, a lot of laps around the living room, an one very close call, I had one of them on each hip, and I had avoided puking on the carpet, narrowly.

"Why don't you guys go claim your spot on the couch for the movie we're gonna watch," I told them, putting them down. They happily obliged.

Then Carter came running into the room, crying, before he leaned over and threw up all over the floor.

I felt my stomach heave at the sight. I turned around, took a few deep breaths, and rushed over to my son.

"Hey bud you're okay. Lets get you cleaned up," I said, swallowing hard.

"Start the movie kids, I'll be back," I called over my shoulder.

After I got Carter into some clean clothes and have him some medicine, I laid him down in his bed, placing a trash can next to it.

Then I dashed into the bathroom to spill my lunch of toast and saltines.

"Daddy!" I heard, from Carter.

Running back into his room, I found him throwing up in the trash can. I rubbed his back until he was finished.

"You wanna try and get some sleep?" I asked.

"My tummy hurts too much to sleep," he said sadly.

"Okay, let's go watch the movie then," I said, picking him up and propping him up on my hip.

When I got to the living room, I heard the front door open. (y/n) was home, thank God.

When she came in, she immediately saw me hiding the sick Carter, probably looking quite sick myself.

"Oh hun," she said, frowning, as she took Carter from me. "Go sleep it off, I'll take things from here," she said. I didn't hesitate to do so.