Disclaimer: I don't own Monk. This is just a drabble
She stood by his bedside watching her little boy sleep. He was 2-years old and he had gotten a bad cold. He felt so yucky. It made her feel sad to see him so sick. She made herself a promise that nothing would ever hurt her little boy again. She would protect him from everything. She would protect him from germs. She would protect him from bugs, milk, uneven numbers. He wouldn't be like his sister. She passed away in her sleep before he was even born. SUDDEN INFANT DEATH SYNDROM. No. Ambrose would not share his sister's fate. The child that she carried in her womb would not share his sister's fate either. Nothing would ever hurt them again.
"I love you Ambrose," Mrs. Monk whispered as she kissed her son goodnight and left the room.