She's a Little Aussie Girl (Janoskians) #Wattys2015

Princess

(A week later)

Luke's *POV*

(Quinn has slept next to Luke or James, her choice.)

Her bed was now a castle, Disney carpet, dresses all over, tea party set up, ponies, shelves for her little heels, pink walls with princess stickers.

"I'd say it's really good."

"It's perfect for her. She'll love it." I stepped back and looked at everything closely, "let's go get her." Beau and I walked into James' room to see her putting something in his hair.

"What are you doing?" I smiled, then James turned around.

"She's doing my hair so I'm a princess." He got sassy,

"Well we need Quinn."

"Why? Am I in twubble? I sowwy for what I did."

"You didn't do anything." I picked her up, and covered her eyes as Beau opened her bedroom door, James following.

"This is your new room." Then I moved my hand.

"OH MY GOSTH TANK YOU DADDY!!" She hugged my legs, "Tank you Uncle Beau." She smiled, and hugged his legs as well.

"It's ok." He smiled.

"Hey, Ronnie's taking us ou-" Skip walked in, and stopped. Looking around, then to Quinn.

"Is this your room?"

"Yes." She smiled.

"It's pretty."

"Tank you."

"Ok, so anyways." He chuckled, "Ronnie's wanting us to go to this restaurant with him."

I looked at a tired Quinn. "You guys go ahead, I'm going to have to watch Quinn." I took her in my arms and felt her head land on my shoulder.

"Ok, Uhh you sure?" James asked,

"Yeah. Go ahead, I'm not hungry anyways." I smiled.

"We'll see you then." Beau waved at me, then blew a kiss to Quinn, she did the duck face.

"Daddy, I'm too tired."

"I was just about to lay you in your big girl bed." Once her head hit the pillow she was out.

Sounds weird, but I put a baby monitor by the side of her bed while I was downstairs working on our most recent video.

About an hour later, I walked upstairs. Thinking she's 100% fine, but when I see her, she's pale and curled into a ball.

"Hey, you ok?" I picked her up, and she cuddled into my neck.

"I don't feel good daddy."

"Do you think you might throw up?"

"Yes. And I have a headate."

"You're really pale, so do you want to go downstairs with daddy and watch a movie?"

"Yeah." Once I got to the couch, I laid her down and pulled a blanket on her. My hand stayed on her feet while we watched Bambi. I heard her mumble a few things, but I couldn't make out what it was.

"Daddy?"

"Yes baby?"

"Do you have a tash can?"

"Yeah." I ran and got a little can from the bathroom, and her head hovered above it. Not a second after, she starting throwing up. My hand rubbed circles into her back. Once she was finished, I got a warm towel, wiping her mouth, then another one to put in her forehead.

"Can I take your temperature?"

"Mmhhmm.." She started crying.

"Shhh...it's ok." I wiped the tears, and put the thermometer under her tongue, and instructed her to close her mouth.

"101.3...."

"I hawwwt!" She whined.

I pulled the blanket to her knees, and watched as she started closing her eyes.

When the movie ended, that's when the boys walked in. Just looking around at the trash can, medicine, towel, blankets, water, and sick child laying on the couch.

"Whoa, is she ok?" Beau spoke up first.

"I don't know." My voice was scruffy from dosing off every once in awhile.

"She needs to see a doctor, mate."

"I made an appointment."

"When?"

"In about an hour."

"Good."

Which, that hour went quick. Quinn did care what she wore, so I put on a pair of black leggings, her hot pink penguin shirt, and a pair of black flats.

"Cmon baby.." I picked her up, then carried her outside where I placed her in a car seat, and drove to the doctors office with Beau.