All Out Sick – Freddie POV
"What's wrong with you?" I asked Cece.
I meant it. I had offered her a cookie. And she turned it down. I mean, this was Sam's kid for crying out loud.
"I no feel good," she said and frowned.
"You don't feel good?" I asked.
I set the cookie down on the table next to the couch and brought Cece up onto my lap. Which in the long run, probably was not the best idea.
Cece shook her head in answer to my question.
"Hmm… What hurts?" I asked.
She pointed to her stomach. "Tummy."
"Oh, you gotta tummy-ache?"
She nodded her head up and down. And what happened next was inevitable. Let's just say I needed to get the laundry done sooner than I thought.
"All better!" she yelled.
"Yeah, I bet," I said as I set her down on the ground to keep her from getting messy, too.
I stood up to keep the couch clean. "Hey, mommy?"
Sam came rushing down the stairs and stepped into the living room. She tried to choke back her laughter as Cece sat on the floor, smiling proudly.
"How do you do the laundry?" I asked.
Sam settled for going into hysteric giggling, in which Cece joined in.
Yeah. This is my family.
"Cece, did you do that to daddy?" Sam asked.
Cece shook her head back and forth.
"Cece," I warned. She knew better than to lie.
"Did you do that to daddy?" Sam asked again.
This time Cece nodded her head, but still with a devious smile on her face.
"C'mere, sick-o," Sam laughed as she picked Cece up. "Go change out of those clothes, I'll wash 'em later," she told me.
I nodded and started to walk past them to get to the stairs, but Sam grabbed the sleeve of my shirt.
"Wait. Cece, what do you say to daddy?"
"I sorry, daddy," she spoke quietly.
"I'm sure," I said before kissing her head and walking upstairs.
Sure, my daughter threw up on me and she and my wife laughed because of it. But they were my two favorite people in the whole wide world.