The moment that Claire freed herself from the sheets, she felt frail. “Honey?” Fred inquired, emerging from his slumber, “are you alright? Is it morning sickness?” Fred asked hopefully.
“I don’t think so, Freddy Bear,” Claire responded, “I think I caught something.”
Fred felt his wife’s forehead, “you do feel warm,” he noted.
“I feel weak too; it took so much effort to get out of the sheets,” Claire told her husband.
“Well, you rest up,” Fred said as he pulled the sheets over Claire’s body, “I’ll get Chloe ready for the day and come back in a bit.”
Claire tried to take her husband’s advice, but her whole body seemed to be crying out to her; she was sweating buckets, her whole body was sore, and was it her imagination, or were her pajamas looser? It wasn’t long before Fred returned and started to get dressed for work, “Katie’s had her breakfast and knows you’re not feeling well,” Fred explained. “I have to get to the office; Mrs. Johnson is right next door in case of an emergency and might come over to check on you and Katie.”
“What if I get hungry?” Claire asked.
“There’s some soup in the fridge, and Chloe knows how to warm it up,” Fred responded as he put on his work shirt, “you just focus on getting better; I’ll pick up a pregnancy test on my way home from work, and we’ll take you to the doctor tomorrow if you’re not feeling better.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Claire told her husband as she closed her eyes and heard Fred go out the door. Claire tried to sleep off her illness, but she soon heard the door open, “did you forget something, Honey?”
“No, Mommy,” a familiar voice spoke.
Claire opened her eyes and saw Chloe at her bedside with a bowl of soup, “Sweetie, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to make you better, Mommy,” Chloe told her mother as she put the bowl on the nightstand.
“Chloe, Sweetie,” Claire tried to reason with her daughter, “you should stay away from Mommy today because you could get sick.”
“Nu-uh,” Chloe responded, “I’m going to take care of you today to practice when I’m a big sister.” Chloe climbed her parent’s bed and grabbed the bowl, “Daddy said that this soup would make you better, so you should eat it right away,” the child brought a spoon full of soup to her mother’s mouth.
“Mommy’s not hungry right now, Sweetie,” Claire told her daughter.
“But it’ll make you better,” Chloe argued and pushed the spoon to Claire’s mouth, “you should eat it now!”
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