"Mommy, what are fem?" Ophelia points to little red spots that are appearing all over her arms
"Oh god, please don't be what I think it is" Jen whispers to herself as she takes a closer look at her daughters arm
"What mommy? What you fink fey are?"
"I think you've got chicken pox baby"
"Chicken pox? Fom chicken? Fom our yard?" Jen can't help but giggle at the innocence of her daughter
"No darling, not from actual chickens. It's just the name for some spots. Let's go and show daddy to see what he thinks" She picks up her daughter and walks outside to Brad, who's watching their other children playing
"Babe, I think we've got a problem"
"Uh oh... what's she done now?"
"No babe, look at her arms"
"Oh shit" Brad takes hold of her arm, scanning it up and down
"Shit daddy. Oh shit"
"No baby, don't say that. Daddy shouldn't have said that, that's a bad word" Brad calmly says, after realising what he just said
"Well, that's another word added to her collection to tell people"
"I think we need to check the others to see if they have it. If Emery doesn't have it, I'm going to have to stay away from her and keep him away too. He's too small to catch the chicken pox"
Brad lifts up Ophelia's top and pulls down her leggings and sees that she is covered in chicken pox from head to toe.
"Right babe, since Emery's napping upstairs, I'm going to take a shower to get any chicken pox infection off me. Can you check the other two to see if they have any spots?"
"Sure. You go, I've got this"
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(Jen's P.O.V)
I've just scrubbed myself down, from head to toe in the shower to try and get any infection from me before I go and stay with Emery. I can't believe Ophelia has the chicken pox and I just know she's going to be a nightmare about itching them but Brad will have to deal with that.
"Babe, have you checked the other two?" I yell from upstairs, wanting to keep my distance for now
"Yeah. Pollyanna is fine but River has some spots"
Great! Two out of our four children have the chicken pox...
"Can you send Polly up to me so I can scrub her down too. I'll keep her with me and Emery and are you able to just watch Ophelia and River?"
"Yeah! That's fine babe. I'll send her up now and I'll wipe down all the surfaces with a disinfectant wipe"
"Hey baby, come on let's get you in the shower"
"Why mommy?"
"Your brother and sister are poorly, so you've got to stay with mommy and Emery until they're better"
"Poorly?"
"Yes sweetie. We don't want you and Emery getting sick now so we?"
"No. I not sick. I stay wif you and Emey till fey bettew"
"Thats right darling. Let's give you a nice shower now"
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(Brad's P.O.V)
I'm currently wiping down the surfaces in the house to hopefully stop the spread of the chicken pox whilst Ophelia and River are still playing in the yard. It's going to be so hard for Jen and I to split the duties of looking after two children each but its got to be done. Emery can't catch this as he's far too small and Jen needs to be with him as he's still breastfeeding, which means Jen can't go near Ophelia or River until they are not infectious anymore.
"I go see mommy" Ophelia asks me when she comes inside
"You can't baby, you've got the chicken pox and mommy needs to stay with Emery and Pollyanna but you can have some fun with daddy and River"
"Wat we do daddy?"
"I don't know... we can do some arts and crafts, play with Norman in the garden, watch a movie"
"Ahh fuck arts?"
"Baby, it's arts and crafts"
"Fat wat I said... ahh fuck arts"
"Okay" I try to hide my laughter at what she just said and I just need for Jen to hear this
"JEN, come to the top of the stairs. You NEED to hear this"
"Okay, what?"
"Ophelia, tell mommy what we're going to do"
"Mommy... daddy, me and Wiver to ahh fuck arts"
"Excuse me?" I can just see the shock in her face
"Ahh fuck arts"
"She's saying arts and crafts"
"Oh my god" Jen is now hysterically laughing, tears streaming down her face
"Why you laughing mommy?"
"You're just so funny darling"
"Come on daddy, wets go do ahh fuck arts"