Her little devil (Hazbin Hotel x Male baby reader)

Sick baby

Charlie and Vaggie had been playing with their infant son, Y/N, when they first noticed that something was off. Y/N, who was usually full of energy and smiles, seemed lethargic and irritable.

Vaggie's brow furrowed with concern as she took Y/N's temperature with a thermometer. "Charlie, he has a fever," she said, her voice filled with worry.

Charlie's heart sank as she saw the thermometer reading. "What should we do?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Vaggie quickly sprang into action, gathering a cool cloth and some medication to bring down Y/N's temperature. "Let's keep him comfortable and monitor his fever. If it doesn't improve, we'll need to take him to the doctor," she said, her voice steady.

Charlie nodded, her eyes fixed on Y/N. She couldn't bear to see him in pain or discomfort.

As the night wore on, Y/N's fever continued to rise, and Charlie and Vaggie stayed up all night, taking turns monitoring him and administering medication. They tried their best to keep him comfortable, singing him lullabies and cuddling him.

Vaggie and Charlie had been busy taking care of Y/N. The normally cheerful and active baby was now lethargic and irritable, and Charlie and Vaggie were doing everything in their power to make him feel better.

Charlie and Vaggie were both exhausted from taking care of their sick infant son, Y/N, who had been running a high fever for the past few days. As they sat in Y/N's room, watching him sleep fitfully, they felt helpless and worried.

Vaggie gently stroked Y/N's forehead with a cool cloth, trying to bring his temperature down. Charlie sat next to her, rubbing Y/N's tiny hands and whispering soothing words to him.

"It's okay, sweetie. Mommy and Vaggie are here. We love you so much and we're going to take care of you," Charlie murmured, her voice trembling with emotion.

Charlie looked up at Vaggie, her eyes filled with concern. "What if we can't make him feel better?" she whispered. "What if we're doing something wrong?"

Vaggie reached out and took Charlie's hand, squeezing it tightly. "We're doing everything we can, hon. Y/N is strong, and he'll get through this. We just need to keep comforting him and making him feel loved."

Vaggie smiled at her, her grip on the cloth tightening. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead, whispering words of comfort to him.

Soon they took Y/N to his crib.

As they sat by Y/N's bedside, Vaggie held the baby close while Charlie read him a story. The soft sound of Charlie's voice seemed to soothe Y/N, and his little eyelids began to droop.

"He looks like he's starting to fall asleep," Charlie whispered, setting the book down on the bedside table.

"Yeah, poor little guy must be exhausted," Vaggie replied, running a gentle hand through Y/N's hair. "I'll stay here with him while you go get some rest. You've been up with him all night."

Charlie hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between Vaggie and Y/N. "Are you sure?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Vaggie nodded. "I've got this, Charlie. You need to take care of yourself, too. I'll call you if anything changes."

With a heavy heart, Charlie kissed Y/N's forehead before slipping out of the room. She was grateful for Vaggie's presence, but she couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that had settled over her. All she wanted was for Y/N to feel better, and she couldn't do anything to make that happen.

Hours passed, and Vaggie stayed by Y/N's side, monitoring his temperature and administering medication when necessary. As the sun began to rise, Y/N's fever finally broke, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Vaggie breathed a sigh of relief and allowed herself to relax for the first time in what felt like days. She looked down at Y/N, her heart swelling with love and protectiveness.

"You're going to be okay," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "We're going to take care of you."

As she sat there, watching over Y/N, Vaggie knew that she and Charlie would do anything for their son. They may not have all the answers, but they had each other, and that was enough.