Michael's crying could be heard three houses away.
"Hey, baby, it's okay. Tell mommy what's wrong. Don't cry, baby. Please stop crying," Angela pleaded as she held him in her arms, bouncing him. After three days of nonstop hysteria, she couldn't take it anymore, "I's okay. I'm gonna call dada and he's gonna come right home from work, k?" Angela sighed and put Michael back in his crib.
"Ange?" Jack said when he picked up the phone, "Is everything alright?"
"No, it's not actually. Michael hasn't stopped crying yet, and I think he still has a fever. He seems really sick, Jack. I think you should come home so we can take him to the doctor. " She replied.
"Not a problem. I'm on my way home right now. I'll be there in ten minutes, tops. Get him dressed and put his shoes on, then meet me outside. I won't even get out of the car."
"Okay. See you in a few."
Angela hung up the phone. She looked at her crying baby and wondered how she was going to handle two more, especially if they were blind.
"It's alright, baby, let's get dressed and go meet dada outside," She cooed at him, "It's okay baby. Stop crying. I know you don't feel good, but please stop crying." She begged.
She got his shoes and coat on and took him by the hand to bring him down the stairs, but he refused to walk.
"C'mon baby, please just come with mommy. We're going to the doctor! He's gonna make you feel better!"
Michael sat at the top of the stairs, making it clear that he was not willing to walk. Angela gave in and picked him up, trying to find a comfortable position to hold him in around her growing belly.
It took a few minutes to get down the stairs due to how slow Angela was moving, and by the time she had made it to the bottom, Michael had stopped crying and had fallen asleep.
She stepped outside just as Jack pulled into the driveway. He hopped out of the car and ran to Angela to take Michael from her, seeing as she could barely reach around her stomach to hold him. It had been less than a month since her ultrasound, but she had nearly doubled in size.
"Oh, wow Ange, he doesn't look good. Hopefully it's not too contagious, since you've been spending so much time taking care of him…" Jack said.
"Yeah, that would stink. It's been a few days though and I don't have any symptoms, so I think I'm okay." Angela replied.
"Well let's hope so," Jack said, "Anyway let's get him buckled up and head over to the hospital; I called the pediatrician, but she's not around today. She said that since he's had a fever for so long, we should take him to get checked out immediately.''
They buckled him into his car seat and headed for the hospital, Michael still sound asleep.