I woke up, expecting to see Jack up and getting ready for the busy day ahead. He wasn't in front of his dresser as I expected him to be.
Oh well, I thought. Maybe he woke up early and went out to water the crops.
I was still very groggy and warm, so I rolled over to snuggle deeper into the covers. What I found, however, was Jack, still conked out next to me in the bed.
"Jack, wake up..." I mumbled, nudging him awake. "You're burning daylight..."
"Nnnn..." he groaned, tossing restlessly.
"Jack?" I said, waking up a little more. I looked closely and saw his cheeks flushed and his forehead damp with sweat. Placing my slender, pale hand on his face, I found it feverish.
"Good grief," I sighed. "You're sick."
I climbed out of bed and changed from my soft yellow pajamas into my white shorts and orange undershirt. Sliding my sleeveless denim jacket over the orange shirt, I ran a finger through my short, choppy red hair.
Having dressed myself save for shoes, I shuffled over to my son's bedroom. I creaked the door open carefully and found him still asleep as well, his arms splayed out and his unruly mop of bright orange hair unkempt.
"Kyo," I called softly, wanting to wake him gently. "Wake up, sweetheart." Kyo stirred, groggily coming to.
"What is it?..." he yawned, pushing himself up. His half-open, bright blue eyes stared at me through his dark bedroom as he waited for my reply.
"We have to go get Dr. Hardy. Daddy is sick," I said, opening the door fully and crossing the room to his bed. He visibly woke up as I mentioned his dad being sick.
"He's sick?" Kyo's small, innocent voice was filled with concern for his father. "We'd better hurry and get Dr. Hardy then!" He hurriedly pushed his covers off of his legs and dropped out of his bed. His turtle pajama pants legs dragged under his heels as he hurried to his dresser.
"Hurry and get dressed, okay?" I said, following him.
"Okay!" Kyo chirped. I ruffled his bright hair fondly and left the room.
"I'm ready, Momma," Kyo said, walking out of his room in his "turtle club" hoodie and jeans. I looked up from my black converse that I'd been tying and smiled.
"You look very nice. Go put your shoes on."
"'Kay," he said, grabbing his yellow tennis shoes that had been sitting by the door and sitting down to put them on.
I went back to tying my converse. When I was done, I stood and grabbed a hair brush from the dresser against the wall. I pulled it through my hair, getting out the tangles I had received from a night of hard sleep.
I cast a glance to Kyo, who was wrestling his laces, and noticed his own messy hair. I walked over as he continued to fumble over his laces, and began to detangle his hair. He didn't even notice, too absorbed in tying his shoes to notice my brush tugging at his hair.
Finally he sighed in frustration.
"Momma! Can you tie my shoes?" Kyo whined, pointing to the laces that he'd mananged to knot together. I hid my smile and nodded. He scooted around and held his feet out for me.
I quickly untangled the laces then tied them back right; I'd gotten pretty good at this over the past few months as Kyo had been trying to tie his own shoes.
"Snug?" I asked, knowing his response from his eyes that lit up.
"As a bug in a rug!" he giggled, beaming and hugging me for thanks.
"Then lets go get the Doc," I said, standing up and helping Kyo to his feet. We walked out into the cool morning and Kyo gave me his hand to hold.
We were finally on our way.