My Children Sick.
Cole's POV:
My children are the only Demon-witches in existence a species that should have never been born both sides agreed on this eon ago!
I guess I'm lucky that my children are this species I would love them no matter what species they are.
I was blessed by the births of each of my children my only regret for the twins was that I missed two years of their life I was too, busy trying to please the higher powers of the Underworld!
This morning when I got the twins up school and Mathew up to be taught by his tutors the boys leave their rooms Toby and Bane complaining about headaches and sore throats.
This made me very concerned it isn't often that my sons are sick but when they are I go into protective parent mode.
"Dad my head hurts" Sobs Bane
"Me too Dad and I don't know why" Whined Toby
"Okay well I'm going to check your temperatures and if there very high we get you to bed" Said Cole who then goes and gets a thermometer each for the twins and made sure they kept it in their mouths for the required time before taking the thermometers off the children and reads the numbers
"Papa what wrong with Toby and Bane" Asked Mathew
"Nothing little one your tutor is here leave me to look after your brothers," Says Cole
"But" Whines Mathew
"No buts little one now go" Commands Cole, Mathew makes a small frown but walks into the dining room which Cole conjured ready to learn
"Now go and get wrapped up in bed are you hungry" Asks Cole
"Not very" Replied the twins
"You have to eat something I make some chicken soup," Said Cole who walks over to the kitchen to start on the soup the twins get into their beds and wait for their soup
