I'm In Love Again

Sick

*Sin's POV*

  "Chris, she's gonna be fine! Relax" I yelled at my husband. "My daughter is sick!" he roared back, "I will not relax!" Electra had a slight fever, so we were going to take her to the pediatrician in an hour or so.

  Jealousy was watching her in the nursery, while Chris and I were in the back-yard so I could calm him down. I was worried as well, but Chris was taking it a bit far. "She's two already Chris, she'll be okay." I said.

  He ran his hand through his slick black hair, then growled before punching the wall of the house. I took several steps back from him, knowing that when his anger level hit violent, it was best to not interfere, and let him cool down on his own.

  He picked up a loose brick from beside a planter and threw it across the yard, then knocked over a flower pot. He started muttering under his breath and cussing, going and retrieving the brick.

  Next thing I know, the brick is flying past my head, missing me by a few inches, and hit the wall. Alright. Fuck that. I flipped off Chris, then marched inside to check on Electra.

  "Sin, I'm sorry!" he yelled after me. I rolled my eyes and left him to finish calming down, and walked upstairs, where I could hear Electra crying. I hurried into the nursery and took her from my sister, rocking her in my arms.

  "She's not wanting to calm for anything." Jealousy complained. I half smiled and told her she could go be with Ricky and Azarius. She got up from the rocking chair and left, so I took her place.

  I switched to holding Electra in one arm, and texted Ghost.

Sin: hey, can u bring me a cold & wet washcloth plz?

Ghost: sure thing :-)

  Ghost walked in about two minutes later, holding a wet washcloth in his hand. He handed it to me, and asked if there was anything else he could do to help. "Umm..." I thought for a moment.

  "Can you please go to the back-yard and check on Chris for me?" Ghost smiled. "Sure. Anything else?" "Would you go get a bottle for her, of just water?" I looked down at my crying infant, "Yeah, she does need to stay hydrated." Ghost agreed, then left.

  I stayed rocking her, and decided to sing for her, hoping that might relax her some, while I placed the washcloth on her forehead.

And hey darlin

Well I hope

You're good tonight

And I know you don't feel right

When I'm leavin

Yeah I want it

But no I don't need it

Tell me something sweet

To get me by

Cuz I can't come back home

Till they're singin la

La la la

La la la

Till everyone is singin

If you can wait till

J get home

Then I swear to you

That we can make this last

La la la

If you can wait

Till I get home

Then I swear come tomorrow

This will all be in our past

Well it might be for the best

  Electra finally stopped crying, and I was thanking God for it. The door opened, and Electra made an unhappy noise, causing me to imagine horrible things for whoever it was. It was Balz.

  "How is she?" he asked me. "She's hot, and fussy," I answered, "But I'm not really surprised." He nodded and looked down at Electra. She was getting more and more beautiful with every day that goes by, as was Sidra.

  Ryan had Sidra in his room to play, and keep her from Electra so that she wouldn't get sick. Two healthy babies was hard enough, one sick was definitely enough. I really didn't want BOTH to have a fever, mild as it may be.

*That night*

  I finally dropped onto my bed, feeling absolutely exhausted. I hadn't been this tired since we brought the twins home. Chris was watching Electra for me so I could rest some.

  After the doctor gave her some medicine, she's been feeling back to normal, and has been trying to run around. Keeping up with her is the closest to Hell I've ever been. At least the house always stays cool and dark, since all of us are basically vampires.

  There was a knock on the door, and I growled. "Whaaaaaat?!" I yelled. The door opened, and I remained face down on my bed. I was too tired to move.

  I heard footsteps move closer to my bed, and then a two year old collapsed on top of me. "Mommy!" she squeaked. I groaned, then rolled over, allowing Sidra to cuddle up to me.

  "Hi baby girl." I murmured, glaring at Ryan. "She won't sleep unless she sees you." he explained apologetically. I sighed, and pulled myself up into a sitting position, then allowed Sidra to crawl into my lap.

  "Mama!" she said happily. I smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Do you want a bed time story?" I asked her, and she clapped her hands, smiling and giggling.

  Ryan sat on the end of my bed, looking expectant. I began my story. "Once upon a time, there was a little white kitten. And he had the whitest fur you had ever seen.

  "One day, Little White Kitten was playing in the yard, and he saw a little shiny white can, and he wondered what was inside. So he went over and started pulling and pulling, and the top burst open! And red paint spilled all. Over. Him."

  I gave Sidra a serious look, and she stared at me with wide eyes. "Little White Kitten started crying, 'Mama, Mama help me Mama!' Mama Kitty came out and saw Little White Kitten.

  "'Oh Little White Kitten!' she exclaimed, 'What have you done?' 'I'm sorry Mama, please get it off me!' Mama Kitty took him inside and gave him a bath. The paint came out, but the color didn't.

  "'I hope you learned your lesson.' Mama Kitty said. 'I have Mama, I have.' And from then on, the Little White Kitten, was known as the Little Red Kitten. The end."