“What?”
“No time to explain! I’ll be in the bathroom!” I rushed to the closest bathroom. “Nate, tell me if you feel sick.”
“I feel sick.” He pouted. His eyes were red and puffy, and he was sweating.
“Okay, okay.” I sat on the toilet with him on my lap, “You’re going to be okay.”
“Ally, my tummy hurts.”
“I know, buddy.”
He started to cough again, “I don’t like it.”
“I know you don’t but it’s going to be gone soon.”
“Make it go away.”
“I will.”
“I’m sick.”
“Hold on!” I took the trashcan and held it up to his face. Just in time, he hurled out all the contents of his lunch and dinner. I stroked his back soothingly as he coughed up the last of it. “Are you okay now?”
“A little.” He softly replied,
Cubbie came in with the thermometer, “What’s wrong with him?”
“I think it’s stomach flu, but he’ll be alright.”
He picked Nate up from me, “Hey, buddy.”
“Daddy, I just threw up.”
Cubbie looked at me and I showed him the plastic bag as evidence, “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“You’re going to need to get rid of the bag.” I said,
Cubbie rolled his eyes, “Fine.” He gave me Nate and took the bag out.
“You need to sleep, okay?”
“Okay.” He nodded a little. I shuffled towards his room and put him on the bed,
“You’ll feel better tomorrow.”
He smiled, “Tank you.” It’s so cute that he can’t even pronounce thank you properly.
“You’re welcome, buddy.” I sat next to him,
“It’s hot.” He complained,
“Cubbie! Where’s the thermometer?” I called,
“Okay, I’m here, I’m here.” He jogged in and chucked the thermometer at me,
“Hold still.” I stuck the thermometer in Nate’s little ears,
He giggled, “That tickles.”
“Okay, you’re burning a little.” I finally pulled the thermometer.
Cubbie sat on the feet of the bed, “You want to hear a story?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.” I nodded,
Cubbie chuckled, “Okay, okay.”
Nate crawled to Cubbie’s lap and snuggled on his chest, “Tell me a story.”
“Yea, tell us a story.” I teased,
Cubbie scooted next to me, the both of us leaning on the wall. “What do you want to hear about?”
“Anything.” Nate replied,
“Anything? There’s no limit in anything.” He laughed,
I scowled, “Come on, think of something!”
“Sshh” He hissed, “Give me some time!”
“What about- oh, never mind, he feel asleep.”
Cubbie sighed in relief, “Finally.”
“Can I come home now? I’m tired.”
“You can’t drive when you’re sleepy.”
“I’m tired, but not sleepy.” I corrected,
“It’s the same thing.” He protested,
“No it’s not!”
“I won’t push my luck.” He shrugged,
I groaned, “What do you want me to do?”
“Stay, then you can go home next thing in the morning.”
“You can’t keep me as a hostage!”
“Yes I can.” He was being hardheaded, “You’re tired and I could see that.”
I dropped my head on his shoulder, “I’m going… In a minute.”
“Nate told me something.” He abruptly told me,
“What?”
“He told me about the conversation the both of you had.”
“I told you about that already.”
“You left-” Cubbie froze as Nate twisted, “-something out.”
“What did I miss?”
“He knew that you won’t be able to see your dad anymore.”
“So?”
“Don’t be so blunt.” He scolded, “You know what he said that surprised me?”
“What?”
“He said that he wanted you to have a dad too.” He chuckled, “Where did he get that idea from?”
“He’s just like you.” I blurted,
“It’s late, stay.” He murmured, “I’m serious.”
“Don’t be so pushy.”
“I’m not letting you drive this late.”
“But-”
“End of discussion.”
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The Foster Kid (Part 4) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)
FanfictionLove is in the air, and so is trouble. Find out what trouble that fell on their shoulders after two years of rainbows and sunshine.
