Finally did that Mark+Darcy thing!
The wittle Marky is only four.
"Moooooommm!" Darcy heard the whine all the way from the kitchen. She put down her coffee, turned on the 'mom mode' and walked into Mark's room.
"Hey baby." She sat down on his bad started to run her fingers through his hair. "What's up?"
The boy curled into his stomach. "My tummy hurts." He stirred a bit before a small coughing fit came. "And my froat."
Darcy made a little sad face and moved to sit against the headboard. Mark almost never got sick, but when the kid did, it was usually pretty bad. She pulled the boy next to her and put a hand lightly on his forehead. "You're a little hot babe, wanna come watch tv with me in the living room? It's cooler out there."
"Do I have to walk?" Mark groaned and looked up to his mother. Being sick with a nasty fever didn't leave him too eager to exert the energy it took him to make it there without any help.
"Gotta practice babe." Darcy looked back at him sympathetically. Bruce was starting to tell her that she needed to stop babying Mark, but he will forever be that little crying baby she found almost four yeas ago.
"But mommy." He whined and dug his head in her thigh. He coughed a bit again and sniffed loudly.
'Oh screw it' Darcy said in her mind. "All right, fine." She shifted him into her arms and placed him on her hip when she stood up off the bed. They walked into the living room "But don't tell your daddy I'm not making you." He nodded and she kissed his forehead. "Good boy."
She laid him on the couch and turned on the Disney channel (the good Disney channel, with all the older shows and not that Dog With a Blog crap, courtesy of Tony). She got all the pillows fluffed up and draped a blanket over Mark's tiny figure.
"Comfy?" Darcy asked, squatting down next to the couch. He nodded. "Good. I'm gonna make some soup, you want..tomato?" She teased him, he hated tomato soup with an undying passion. He shook his head rapidly. "Are you sure?" She eyed him and Mark nodded. "Alright, how 'bout...chicken noodle?"
"Mm hmm."
"Okay, I'll be right back baby." She ruffled his hair and went into the kitchen. Before Mark she barely knew how to cook pancakes, but apparently being a mother meant feeding a child, so after many fires, Darcy finally gave in and took a few lessons from Clint. Or just ordering something from some mildly healthy restaurant.
She started to boil some water and fetched some liquid children's Sudafed, checking twice to make sure it was age appropriate for the four year old. A scare last year were she accidentally gave him the adult dosage had her checking everything. Darcy poured a glass of water and the medicine and came back into the living room. "Open up babe." She waved the purple syrup.
Mark almost cringed when he saw the stuff. "Mommy, I don't like that stuff."
"I know kid, but it helps with your sniffles." She gently pinched his nose. "Don't wanna get worse, do we?" A sinus infection is not something they needed right now.
He muttered a 'no' and slowly tilted his head back, letting Darcy pour the medicine into his mouth. He managed to choke it down and drank greedily from the water his mother handed him, getting the taste out of his mouth.
"See? It wasn't that bad." Mark was almost glaring at her. "Okay, it looked pretty bad. I'm gonna go finish your soup." She went back into the kitchen and threw some noodles into the boiling water.
Darcy finished the soup and put the bowl on the coffee table near Mark. Darcy frowned when she saw that his was scrunched up in pain, his arms clutching his stomach. "You alright baby?" She sat down beside him and put a hand on his shoulder.
He shook his head no and gagged a bit. Darcy realized what was happening and quickly carried him into the bathroom. Mark managed to get most of the vomit in the toilet. The child dry heaved for a few moments before finally sitting down next to Darcy as she rubbed soothing circles in his back.
"You good?" She asked, pulling him into her lap. The brunette reached onto the counter by the sink and grabbed a wash cloth. She flushed the toilet and wiped a bit of sick off Mark's face.
He nodded and leaned against her chest. "I don't like throwing up."
"No one does. But that's your body getting all the bad germs out." She stood and picked him up again, going back to the couch. "Whatchya wanna watch?" She flipped through the list if movies she recorded for Mark. Waiting for him to point one out that he liked.
"Lilo and Stitch."
"Good choice." Darcy put on the cute little family movie and positioned her and Mark to lie back down on the couch. Mark lay front of Darcy with her wrapped around him.
As soon as the movie was over Darcy had Mark- hesitantly -take some NyQuil.
"Mommy can we read a book?" He asked her, eyes pleading as she carried him back to bed.
"Course babe." She set him down on the bed and picked out Winnie the Pooh. Mark drifted off by the second page, NyQuil finally kicking in. Darcy smiled and laid him down all the way on the mattress, pulled up the covers and kissed his hair. "Night Marcus."