Hush little baby

Chapter 14

  "Daddy..." I felt little hands poking at me and I turned around, looking up at my baby boy.

He was clutching his stomach and he looked really pale, more than he already was.

"Yeah baby?" He pointed to his stomach.

"It huwts weally weally bad." I could tell he was in little space, and I instantly got up, and put him on my knee.

"How long has it been hurting for?" He looked dazed, and his skin was hot to the touch.

  "I woke up and my stomach huwt." He didn't elaborate much but since he wasn't feeling good I wasn't going to make him.

  "Ok baby, I'll get you some medicine." I took him off my knee, setting him on the bed and I got up to get some medicine.

  When I came back with the liquid, he somehow looked even worse. He was hunched over holding his stomach, small whimpers coming out of his mouth.

  "Baby, here." His hand was shaky as he reached out for the medicine.

  "Here I got it." I decided to just hold it for him while he drank it.

  He slowly drank the medicine, making a face at the taste. I would usually coo at how cute his face was, but this definitely was not the time.

  "How about you lay do-" I stopped talking when I saw his eyes widen.

  He put a hand over his mouth and I instantly knew what was happening, I picked him up and ran to the bathroom, making it just in time.

"BELCKRNDBA" A series of noises came out of that littles mouth that I thought never could.

He started to cry between the times he was throwing up all the contents in his stomach, and all I could do was sit there and rub his back.

"Daddy..." He looked up at me, His hair stuck on his forehead from sweat.

I wrapped my arms around him, rocking back and fourth trying to ease his cries.

We must've stayed like that for a while, because he eventually fell asleep. I picked him up and carried him out to the bed, undressing him and leaving him in just his underwear. I didn't cover him up either because he was sweating a lot.

I went back into the bathroom and flushed the toilet, spraying air freshener to block out the bad smell.

When I came back he was curled into a ball, shaking and crying silently. My heart broke instantly.

"Baby..." I reached over to touch him but he moved back.

"Hot..." I basically sprinted over to the air conditioner, lowering the temperature.

I walked into the hallway and opened the closet, grabbing a box fan, bringing it back to the bedroom.

After I set it up I positioned it perfectly for him. I myself never really got sick, and I was the only child at home so I never had to care for anyone.

"Daddy..." I rushed over to his side, not touching him because he didn't want me to last time I tried.

"Yes baby?"

"Make the pain go away..." My heart broke because I didn't know what to do for him.

"Baby, can you swallow pills?" He nodded his head and I went into the bathroom.

The scent of puke was mixed with the 'ocean breeze' sent of the air freshener. I ignored it though and opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing Tylenol and some sleeping pills.