'*cough* *gasp* *wheeze*

The fairy jumped up as fast as she could. In her daze, she had completely no idea where she was, or why she was tripping over so many limbs. The pink-haired woman dashed to the room of which she could spot the toilet, and quickly locked the door behind her. Her hands grasped the edge of the sink and she breathed heavily. She looked up to find her eyes read and bloodshot and her hair frizzy and totally knotted. Her head throbbed, her stomach churned, and her entire body trembled, as she felt weak. All in all, she wasn't feeling too well.

After a few moments of dry heaving, Wanda opened the door to see her three boys. Cosmo was sitting up against the side of the bed, Poof in his lap. They were surrounded by feathers from the thoroughly destroyed pillows from the pillow fight Cosmo and Timmy had gotten into after Wanda had sat down. She excluded herself the more and more the thoughts of Timmy insulting her plagued her. Timmy was lying in bed, him searching for the warmth that once was there a few minutes ago, being Wanda had jumped away hastily only a few minutes ago. She shook her head and supported herself against the counter. Wanda once again felt her stomach become upset, and promptly threw up in the toilet.

Tears poured from her eyes and she sat next to the toilet, weeping bitterly. Only after she shivered did she realize how cold she was, and after sniffling, how stuffy her nose was. Thoroughly upset about being so ill, she buried her face in her hands.

"Wanda?"

Wanda's head snapped up to see who had come to check up on her. The boy with brown hair and dark-pink pajamas stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes.

"Are you alright?"

She quickly wiped away her tears.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine…" Wanda reached over and flushed the toilet. Timmy took a sharp glance at the toilet, then looked back at her.

"Did you get sick or something?"

She looked up at him, feeling the tears prick at her eyes. She made sure to bury her face in her hands before the tears slowly started flowing again.

"Yes!" Wanda managed to choke out. Her shoulders shook as she tried to suppress her sobs. She jumped a little when a cold hand touched her shoulder. She looked up to see Timmy holding his hand out, a small, sincere small on his face. After a moment's hesitation, she gave him a small smile and took his hand.

Timmy led her out of the bathroom, turning the light off on the way, and walked over to the bed. He pulled back the covers and motioned for her to get in first. Her face took on a light blush as she cautiously climbed in, not wanting to upset her stomach any further, and Timmy soon after. Then both lied down and turned to face each other. Timmy offered her a small smile and wrapped his arms around her neck in an almost-hug. Wanda instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled her head onto his chest, thanks to the habit of her doing so when she and Cosmo cuddled right before they fell asleep. As she placed her head on his chest, she could feel his heart rate increase dramatically as he slowly processed what she had done. Timmy nervously smiled and twisted his fingers. Noticing her wings, he reached down and lightly traced random patterns there. He was curious when his godmother let out a huge sigh and snuggled closer into him, and she moved closer to the sound of his heartbeat.

He paused the comforting touch for a moment with a very sly grin.

"Did you know a parent's heartbeat soothes their baby?"

"He-!" Wanda was about to respond, a dark blush on her face, when she felt him resume stroking her wings again. She once again wrapped her arms tightly around her godson and pushed her head into the crook of his neck. He blushed and gasped in return, then laughed.

"Why are you doing that?"

Wanda chuckled in return, "You're like a giant teddy bear at the moment!"

Timmy's head fell back on his pillow as he jokingly sighed, but just sat there, feeling the rhythm of Wanda's breathing.

Both fell asleep the way they were. Godson falling asleep to the rhythm of Wanda's breathing, and Wanda falling asleep to his heartbeat.

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The bright light shined in on the new Saturday morning. Birds chirped, children laughed, but a small family lay within a small boy's bedroom. A phone rang from within the fishbowl by the window. The green-haired male fairy groaned and got up, placing the sleeping infant in his lap at the end of the bed, and poofed into the fishbowl.

The boy actually in the bed sat up, causing his godmother's head to fall to his lap, and placed his usual pink cap on his head. He grabbed his whining baby godbrother.

"Okay, Poof." Timmy spoke to him softly, as to not disturb the sleeping pink-haired fairy. Poof looked up at him. "Your mother is feeling really sick, so I'll need you to-"

"Oh my Gosh!" The three heard a shriek from the fishbowl, meaning Wanda had sat up quickly with a yelp.

"-stay quiet…"

Cosmo poofed out from the fishbowl with a look of distress. With a quick glance, Timmy noticed Wanda massaging the bridge of her nose with a pained expression, and clutching the sheets rather tightly. But instead of responding to that, he turned back to his godfather.

"What is it?"

"Mama!" He almost sobbed, "She has the 9-hour flu again! Wanda we have to- Wanda?"

The three boys looked over to see Wanda hunched over in bed clutching her stomach, her eyes wide and face pale. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom, followed by gagging sounds. Timmy ran after her, leaving a confused Poof on the bed. He burst in and flushed the toilet, and then squatted down to his sobbing godmother. He held her hand and rubbed it between his to warm her fingers and Cosmo came in, brushed her hair away, and wrapped his arms around her to rock back and forth.

After a moment, Poof floated in. He sat himself in Wanda's lap and looked up with sad eyes, "Poof poof?"

"Yes, Poof…" Wanda tried smiling at him, "I'm fine."

"Uh, I'm sorry to break it to you Wanda," Timmy interrupted, "But you are not okay! That's the second time today!"

Cosmo shot her a bewildered look, "The second time? You really are sick! I'll go call my mother and-"

"No, Cosmo, your mother needs you, too." Wanda placed her hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"But-but who will take care of you?"

"Oh, oh!" Timmy shot his hand up, "I'll do it! I can take care of Wanda!"

Both fairies cast him a surprised look, then glanced at each other.

Timmy clasped his hands together, "Please? I can do it! I promise."

Timmy, as much as he wanted to take care of Wanda, he really, really wanted to give back what she'd given him. Despite how much he had insulted her, mostly to her face, she still loved him a lot more than he knew he rightfully deserved from her. She even had jumped up in the middle of the night when he screamed in his sleep, not to reprimand him, but to comfort and love him! When Wanda had excused herself from the dancing to sit by herself on the bed, Timmy could already sense how upset she felt. He noticed she continually glanced at him with a sad expression but would turn away when he tried to face her. The boy could practically feel her hurt as she questioned just how much he cared for her.

He tried cheering her up by asking her to be on his pillow-crime-fighting- team. She only smiled sadly, eyes brimming with tears, answering, "No thanks, sweetie."

And Timmy wanted to prove to his godmother just how much he loved her, too.

Finally, after Timmy waited for an answer, Wanda finally nodded and smiled at Cosmo reassuringly.

"I'm sure Timmy can handle this just fine, Honey."

Cosmo smiled and nodded, picking up Poof.

"Okay. I'll also take Poof to keep him out of your hair. I'll see you guys later-" He stole a quick glance at his watch." It's already around 11, so I'll be back between 8 and 9." Cosmo gave Wanda a kiss on the cheek and ruffled Timmy's hair before poofing out.

Timmy jumped up excitedly. He was ready to finally prove himself!

"Come on, Wanda!" He nearly shouted.

His godmother cringed and covered her ears due to his yell. Timmy frowned and back-peddled.

"I'm sorry Wanda, I didn't mean-!" Timmy slowly began panicking.

Wanda lowered her hands from her ears, "Timmy, sweetie, it's okay. Don't worry." Wanda offered her pink-hatted godson a sincere smile, but it only caused his stomach to drop more. He awkwardly held out his hand to her to lead her back to his bed, just like earlier. She took it and practically fell into the bed when she got there. Timmy brought up the covers and sat on the edge of the bed.

Wanda rose an eyebrow when he sat there letting out an uncomfortable sigh. She waited until he turned to face her. They locked eyes, and Timmy tore the gaze and looked away, blushing madly. The pink-haired fairy smirked, understanding his panic. He didn't know what to do.

"Well, I am a little hungry…"

"On it!" Timmy jumped up and ran down the stairs and to his kitchen.

Wanda couldn't help but let her head fall back as she laughed.

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"Okay so I need a drink…"

Timmy shifted through the fridge, looking for something he could give Wanda.

"Hey, Timmy, what are you looking for?" The pink-hatted boy looked up to find his parents standing in the doorway.

"Umm.. hey mom, dad…" Timmy's eyes shifted to the refrigerator, "What do you eat or drink when you're sick?"

Timmy's dad walked over, "Why, are you sick?"

Timmy's eyes shifted back and forth, "Uh.. uh… HEY! Is that Dinkleberg stealing your car?"

"WHAT? Dinkleberg! Get back here, you menace!" Timmy's dad ran out of the kitchen, through the front door, across the yard, and over the hedge.

Mrs. Turner facepalmed, "Well, I'm sure toast would help to not upset their stomach, and the tea would help clear a stuffed nose. Are you sick, honey?" She brought her hand up to feel Timmy's forehead. He pulled back stubbornly.

"NO, no, I was… just wondering…"

His mother sighed, "Well, if you're sure… Now, I got to go make sure your dad doesn't make a fool out of himself and cause the neighbors to call the cops… again." With that, she trudged out the front door to find her husband. Timmy, without a second glance, quickly began preparing the breakfast.

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Wanda was just staring out the window. The sky was cloudless and sunshine burst through the window to fill the room with beautiful natural light. She sighed. It was such a nice day, and she was stuck in bed sick.

"Yeah, mom, I'll just be in my room!"

And a godson who was stuck taking care of his magical fairy godmother.

She certainly wasn't being fair.

She heard the door slam open. She looked over to see her godson standing there with a plate and mug.

He ran over, "Hey, Wanda! I made you some toast and tea! Well, my mom said it helps if you're sick, so…" He gave a lopsided, embarrassed grin.

"Thanks Timmy." Wanda smiled a little and watched as he put it on the bedside table.

Timmy placed the mug next to the plate and bounced his leg nervously as he watched Wanda turn sadly towards the window. He remembered what his mother did to him downstairs. He shakily brought his hand to her forehead. The second his cool fingers brushed her burning skin, she snapped her head back towards him in surprise and he pulled back with a gasp.

"I-I'm-I'm sorry!" Timmy felt tears spring up and he grasped the hand that touched her.

Instead of replying, she took hold of his wrist and guided his hand back to her forehead. He gently felt her forehead, taking note of the hot fell under his fingers, and brought his hand down to cradle her cheek. She instinctively leaned into his cold touch and closed her eyes, her lips twitching ever so often in a smile.

Timmy's smile broadened. He had finally done something to make her happy!

"Timmy!" His mother called from downstairs, "Chester and A.J. are here to go see the new Crimson Chin movie with you like you planned!"

Timmy frowned when he saw Wanda open her eyes, brimmed with tears. He mentally slapped himself. He had completely forgotten!

Timmy grasped her hand, "Don't worry, I'll be back!" And he ran out of the room without looking back.

Wanda watched the door for a few moments, tears streaming down her face miserably.

Like she said, she wasn't being fair.

But that didn't mean she didn't want him to stay with her.

WHOA WHOA WAIT.

Did I *actually* write a third chapter?

I seriously just shocked myself.

But, here it is, Chapter 3! And, don't worry, this will be continued!

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