Chapter 8
At 4:30 the doorbell rang. Bella had been clingy all day, and I was starting to feel not so well myself. I slowly got up, and opened the door. Curt stood there smiling, over night bag in hand.
"I figured you could probably use the help. I can just stay in the guest room." he said.
"No, you can stay in my room. I'll probably be on the couch anyway." I said, not wanting him to sleep on the uncomfortable matress in the spare room. He nodded, and sat his bag on the table.
"How is she?" he asked softly.
"Bored. And sick." I said honestly. I felt so tired, and my stomach hurt. Curt frowned.
"Rike, are you feeling okay?" he asked his face becoming more concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, trying to brush it off. He gave me a look. I smiled sheepishly. I had never been able to lie to Curt.
"Go sit down on the couch I'll be in there in a minute." Curt said nodding his head towards the living room. I went, and sat down at the end of the couch. The rest of the couch was taken up by Bella who was currently sleeping, fitfully. Curt re-appeared a minute later with a thermometer.
"Under your tongue." he said, as he knelt down so he was level with me. He stuck the thermometer under my tongue, and waited for the beep. When it went off, he took it out, looked at it, and frowned.
"What?" I asked.
"You have a fever of a 103.5." said Curt. He stood up. "Where's your fever reducer?"
"Bathroom first drawer on the right." I said, trying to keep my eyes open.
"I'll be right back." he said, running towards the bedroom. I felt my eyes start to droop. I shook my head trying to wake myself up a bit. I had to take care of Bella. Curt came back with a couple pills, and a glass of water.
"Alright, you take these, and then we're taking you up to bed." he said handing me the medicine and water. I opened my mouth to protest. "I don't want to here it Rike. The spots will be here in the morning, and I am not going to drag you to the hospital, because you ran yourself ragged. I'll take care of you, and Bella. I promise." I nodded. I was to tired to do anything else. I smiled, weakly, and Curt helped me stand up.
"Let's get you up to bed, baby." said Curt. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and slowly we made our way up the stairs to my room. I layed down, and Curt covered me up with a couple blankets. Then he kissed my forehead.
"I'll be back in a couple hours to check on you, babe." he said, then he left closing the door behind him. I burrowed into the blankets, and fell asleep.
CURT'S POV
After I left Riker, I went back downstairs, and washed the thermometer. Then I took Bella's temperature. She had a slight fever, but it wasn't nearly as high as Rike's. I shook my head, smiling softly. He'd probably felt like crap all afternoon, and had pushed it aside, because of this sweet little angel. Bella stirred in her sleep, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Curt?" she asked, sleepily.
"Hey, there angel." I said, smiling at her.
"Where's daddy?" she asked.
"Daddy's sick with what you have so he's upstairs taking a nap." I told her. "Do you want to watch a movie, and cuddle with me until daddy's feeling better?" She nodded.
"Won't you get sick to though?" she asked sounding slightly confused.
I smiled, "No, sweetie. You see I had what you and daddy have when I was little, and you can only get this sickness once."
"Oh." she said, and yawned.
"What do you want to watch?" I asked.
"Pirates of the Caribbean." she said, smiling. I chuckled. She was Riker's daughter through and through. And I couldn't love her more for that. In fact I couldn't love either of them more.
