Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

On the other end of the line, the doctor responded, "Got it, Andre. I'll have a doctor check on him right away. I'm heading there now too."

After hanging up, Henry started crying in the car. This wasn't his usual fuss; his little voice clearly showed he was in distress.

Mia's eyes welled up with worry. "If I had known, I wouldn't have pushed for the swing. Now our baby is sick because of it. Just a couple of days ago, I was telling Molly how healthy he's been, never giving us a scare, and now look. Do you think it's because I jinxed it?" "Don't worry yourself. Which kid hasn't made a late-night trip to the ER? It's chilly out, colds are going around. It's not your fault."

The quiet night streets were only disturbed by the speeding Rolls-Royce.

Andre pressed on the gas pedal, the hospital getting closer with each passing moment.

Henry woke up, calling out for "Mommy, Daddy."

When they arrived at the hospital's emergency department, the pediatric chief was already there waiting. "Andre, Mrs. Cedillo, let me have a look at Henry."

Still in his pajamas, Henry saw a stranger and started crying, clutching onto his mom's hair, refusing to be held by anyone else. His tearful eyes looked at his dad as if pleading not to be left alone. Andre took his son, "I'll hold him for the check-up."

The nurse brought out a thermometer, and Mia anxiously knelt to undress Henry enough to place it under his arm.

The cold, unfamiliar touch made Henry's tears and snot flow nonstop, along with his little coughs, turning his face red.

Whenever he paused from crying, he'd look at Mia and call out for "Mommy."

Soon, Dr. Hester arrived. "What's his temperature?"

The nurse answered, "101.8 degrees Fahrenheit."

Dr. Hester quickly directed, "Give h a fever rreducer, and let's keep him here

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Henry sat in his father's lap, bundled in a thick blanket. When he saw the dreaded spoon coming his way, he shook his head, refusing to take Andre tried feeding him, but Henry cleverly bit down on the spoon and blew, sending the medicine flying everywhere, even on his face. noveldrama

With his messy face, he turned and wiped his tears, medicine, and snot on his dad's clean shirt.

Andre handed the spoon to Mia, "You give it a shot. I'll hold him."

Andre gently pinched Henry's chubby cheeks, making his little mouth pout just enough, "Here you go."

Henry cried so hard his voice turned to whimpers, his little legs kicking the blanket off.

Mia's heart ached, but she quickly got him to take the medicine, knowing he had a high fever.

The two doctors nearby picked up the fallen blanket and wrapped Henry up again.

Once he swallowed the medicine, Henry opened his mouth wide, showing his tiny teeth as he cried out.

Andre softly wiped his son's face, "All done now. My little man is so brave, no more crying."

Dr. Hester suggested, "Make sure Henry drinks lots of warm water to help with the fever."

The couple had dashed out in such a hurry, they didn't bring anything with them. "Honey, maybe you should go home and grab a cup, and bring some of his clothes?"

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Andre sat on the bench, wrapping arm around his wife, "I wouldn't dream of leaving you here alone with him.'ll just have the housekeeper bring over what we need."