“I’ll get her,” I told London as I stood from the couch. I wanted her to relax because she deserved it, and I was capable of seeing what was wrong with Paris.
“Okay.” London yawned.
The weather made us both sleepy, and I noticed London had dozed off.
Paris’s cries picked up as I walked up the steps. “What’s the matter, princess?” I asked as I picked her up. Her body feltwarmer than normal, and I got a little concerned when I felt her forehead and it was hot. I thought maybe it was because her mother liked to keep the heat on hell, but that wasn’t the case. This was different.
Her eyes were watery, and her face had gotten red as she continued to cry.
I kissed her cheeks, then carried her over to the changing table. Her cries had died down as I placed her on the table.
Before I alerted London, I changed Paris because her diaper was wet. I used one of the wipes to wipe her down since she was a little clammy. After she was cleaned up and dressed in another onesie, I sat down in the rocking chair with her.
“Princess, you know daddy don’t like it when you cry. Are you okay now?” I rubbed her back when she dropped her head on my chest.
“Is she okay?” London asked from the doorway of Paris’s room.
I knew she would make her way to the room.
“I’m not sure. I cleaned her up, but she feels warmer than usual.” I rocked in the chair as I continued to rub her back. “I’m surprised it took you this long to come up here,” I teased as London entered the room.
“Hush. I knew you had it covered, but it was a little too quiet.”
London stood next to the chair in pajama shorts with long socks that came up to her thighs, with a T-shirt to match. She looked good as hell, and as soon as our princess was taken care of, I would have loved to be in between her thighs again.
“Let me take her temperature. She might have another tooth coming in.”
London left the room before I could respond. Paris had fallen asleep, and I hated that we would have to wake her up again, but we needed to check her temperature.
A minute later, London entered the room and took Paris from my chest. My baby squirmed and whined, but it didn’t last long once London put her on the changing table.
Once London had her undressed, it didn’t take long for her to cry again.
“Is it necessary to put that in her butt?” I asked London. I felt the frown on my face because I didn’t want my baby to be in any pain.
“Unfortunately, yes. It’s the most accurate reading.”
Paris grabbed my fingers as she cried her little heart out.
“I’m sorry.” London apologized to Paris, but little baby wasn’t trying to hear it.
It wasn’t like she understood it anyway.
Once London was finished, she redressed Paris and picked her up.
“Her temp is a little elevated. I’m going to give her some medicine and see if she wants some milk. She had some earlier, but I want to make sure she doesn’t get dehydrated.”
“Okay. I’ll hold her while you get the medicine.” I took Paris from London, then walked around the room until she came back.
I figured she’d want to sit in the chair while she fed Paris.
It took at least a half hour for Paris to take the medicine, drink a little milk, and go back to sleep.
I went downstairs while London went into her room for something. Twenty minutes or so of me watching sports highlights, London came downstairs.
“I decided to stay in there for a little bit to make sure she didn’t wake up,” London said as she sat next to me on the couch.
She curled up next to me, and I put my arm around her.
