Ok so I know I'm not finished my story yet with Morgan becoming a father, but this Idea just came to me and I had to write it down...
I will continue my story, where is the sunrise?, very soon, chapter five is on the way! Hope you enjoy this short story!
The mildest thing
Morgan comes home from work to find Aaden sick and feels responsible for no being there for her.
The lights are all out. You had received a call from her earlier saying she was sick. You sent over a friend who is know a sleep on the couch to check on her. Thunder rolls and lightening brightens the black room.
You make your way up the stairs; quietly not wake her up, if she's asleep. It's all you thought about all day. From the minute her weak voice sounded in the phone a knot twisted in your gut as worry set in. Guilt rushes over you as wish that you would've been there for her, to hold her.
You gingerly turn the handle on her bedroom door. There is a faint orange light coming from a small lamp placed strategically on an elegant desk. The sheets cover her like water covers the Atlantic. The only part of her visible is her tiny beautiful face. You wonder if she was cold, but her pail cheeks glisten with sweat.
You kneel by her bed, wanting to pick her up but not wishing to disturb her sleep. You feel her forehead; it scorches your palm leaving you with no questions. A fever had set in. She groans at your touch, twisting her features into an expression of discomfort. You are glade that she doesn't wake.
Pushing the damp hair from her face she squirms and opens an eye, "M-Morgan?" she whispers, a faint smile tugging at her lips. The thunder rolls again outside and she begins to cough, her chest heaving up and down until she can barely breathe anymore.
You look at her with worry, "How do you feel?" The minute you ask the question you know that it was stupid.
She looks up at you with wide eyes, the storm making her mildly uncomfortable, "Will you stay with me?" she whispers. You smile at her bravely, knowing that you're on the verge of breaking down. Nothing, not even a little flu has the right to touch you little girl, the one you vowed to protect.
You cover her up with the blankets once more and lay down beside her. She buries her face into your chest as the sky lights one more time, the crash coming immediately afterwards. She breathes in a sigh as you wrap your strong arms around her body, only wishing to protect her from invisible threats.
She turns over, still in your arms and closes her eyes. Her breathing calms and she falls into a dreamless sleep. You stare at her face. She reminds you of an angel even in her state. A small tint of pink returns to her lifeless cheeks. You feel her forehead once more realizing that it's not as hot as before.
Her body relaxes into the mattress. Her muscles become limp. You stroke her face and tangle your fingers in her hair. You kiss her cheek and slowly leave the room, trying to make no noise. You whisper I love you and she sighs in return. You smile.
The guilt of before slowly seeps away, you know you've made up for not being there today. But, you vow never to leave her, ever again, when harm comes her way. Even if it is only for the mildest thing.