Maya and Lucas walked into the kitchen, putting down a few bags of groceries that they had just purchased. Taylor sat at the kitchen table, working on some Spanish assignment.
"Hey Taylor," Maya greeted, starting to put the groceries away.
"Hi," Taylor said before sneezing. That action caused Maya to drop the bag of chips she was holding and for Lucas to drop the box of frozen pizza. The two looked at each other in horror. Taylor was sick. That meant Brooklyn was sick. Whenever one twin got sick, the other got sick too. It had caused many horrible sick days during the twin's younger ages. And it was never pretty.
"Ugh, no. I don't need them sick right now," Maya said, groaning.
"Maybe it's nothing. Maybe Brooklyn's fine," Lucas said, trying to be optimistic. Just as the words left his mouth, a loud cough could be heard from the living room. Maya gave Lucas a look before running into the other room, Lucas only a step behind. When they arrived in the living room, they were faced with a horrid site. Brooklyn was lying on the couch, tissues surrounding her.
"Ugh, I feel horrible," Brooklyn said, curling up into a ball on the couch, wrapping herself in a blanket.
"No, they can't be sick right now. I have that gallery opening tonight and I have to be down their all day," Maya said with a sigh, "Maybe I can take it off or move the opening..."
"No, don't be ridiculous Maya. I can stay and take care of them," Lucas said.
"Really? You don't have to work?" Maya asked.
"Nah, I already have today off. You just focus on the opening and I'll handle the girls," Lucas said, giving Maya a kiss on the forehead.
"Okay, thanks Huckleberry," Maya said, grabbing her coat and purse. She opened the door to their apartment and turned back to shout "Bye girls, feel better. I love you!"
"Alright, let's get you up to bed," Lucas said, walking over to Brooklyn to help her up. He stopped when he heard sounds of vomiting from the kitchen. "Taylor, you okay?"
"Yeah," Taylor said, appearing in the doorway, "Good new is that I got it all out of me. Bad news is that we may need a toaster." She finished by holding up their silver toaster, which now had vomit on the edges of it.
"Okay, let's get both of you up to bed," Lucas said, holding Brooklyn up with one arm. "Taylor, stay right there till I get Brooklyn to bed." Taylor nodded and retreated into the kitchen. Lucas helped Brooklyn walk up to her, helping her to sit in her bed before running downstairs to grab Taylor. When he walked in, he saw Taylor sitting at the kitchen table, fast asleep. He picked her up bridal style and carried her to her room, laying her in her bed. He prayed that Taylor would sleep through her bug, as it would make his life ten times easier.
After checking on Brooklyn, Lucas ran downstairs to grab supplies. While Taylor was puking up a storm and most likely had some stomach bug, Brooklyn had more of a bad head cold with a fever. He grabbed a bucket for Taylor to keep in her room and grabbed the cough syrup and some juice for Brooklyn. He went into Taylor's room first and placed the bucket on her nightstand. Taylor was still out so he walked across the hall to Brooklyn's room to give her the cough syrup, which was easier said then done.
"Get that devil liquid away from me," Brooklyn exclaimed as soon as Lucas entered the room carrying the bottle. Lucas groaned, placing the juice on the nightstand before sitting on the bed holding the medicine.
"Come on Brooke, it'll help with your cough," Lucas pleaded, uncapping the bottle.
"I'd rather suffer then drink that," Brooklyn said, her mouth held in a tight line. While Brooklyn was usually an angel, that all changed when she got sick. When she was sick, she would complain about everything and anything. To make it even worse, Brooklyn had a strong hatred for medicine and would always refuse it. She got that from her mother, thought Maya would deny it.
"Just drink it, please," Lucas begged, pouring the medicine into the cup attached to it. Brooklyn shook her head, her arms crossed. Lucas was about to argue more but heard a crash from across the hall. He placed the syrup on the nightstand and raced out the door, but not before shouting to Brooklyn "That medicine better be inside you when I get back." As soon as Lucas was in Taylor's room, Brooklyn grabbed the little cup of medicine and dumped it onto the floor. There was no way she was drinking that disgusting concoction.
Lucas barged into Taylor's room to find her standing in her closet, throwing clothes on over her pjs. "Taylor, honey, what are you doing?"
"Oh, hey dad, I'm just gettin ready for school," Taylor replied, her words slurring slightly. Lucas just sighed and shook his head, walking over to his daughter and guiding her away from the closet.
"Taylor, your sick, you aren't going to school today, Just try to get some sleep okay," Lucas said, Taylor sitting in her bed. She nodded and was about to lie down before she sat up quickly and grabbed the bucket on her nightstand. She held it under her as her stomach tossed up everything it had. Lucas sat next to her, holding back her hair and rubbing circles on her back. Once Taylor was done, Lucas took the bucket and brought it downstairs, replacing it with a new one. Taylor was back asleep and Lucas went across the hall to check on Brooklyn.
"You drank the medicine?" Lucas asked, noticing the empty cup on the night stand.
"Yup," Brooklyn answered, a little too quickly. Lucas looked down and noticed a small stain on the floor next to her bed.
"Really? Then what's this stain doing here?"
"What stain?"
This was what Lucas put up with for the next five hours. It took him an hour to convince Brooklyn to take the cough syrup and ended up having to trick her into drinking it. Taylor went through three more buckets and he had to stop her two more times from getting dressed and leaving for school. He had to make three different bowls of chicken soup, as Brooklyn found a flaw in each of the previous. By the time Maya came home at nine, both girls were finally asleep and Lucas was sitting in the couch in the living room.
"Hey, how was the opening?" Lucas asked as his wife walked through the door.
"Good," Maya said, sitting next to Lucas on the couch, "It went well but I spent half the time stressing about the girls. How are they?"
"Okay, they weren't that hard to handle," Lucas said, "Just one question; how do you get Brooklyn to take her medicine because it took me an hour."
"I usually trick her or just make her take it," Maya said, "Why don't you get some rest. I'll take the night shift."
"You sure? I don't mind, you're probably exhausted after the opening," Lucas said.
"Nah, I'm fine. You watched them all day, my turn. Besides, you look like the walking dead," Maya said, kissing Lucas, "Get some sleep."
"Alright, if you want to switch just wake me up," Lucas said, walking up the stairs, "Love you."
"Love you more."
Hope you enjoyed that little chapter. I got the idea from Liv and Maddie and thought it worked for the girls. Review and thanks for reading!