Michael B. Jordan - Sick Times
Omg finally someone writing for Michael b Jordan. Please do more they're so good.
A/N: He’s too beautiful not to write! Thank you Darling! Enjoy! -Jules
It had started with Cora. The little three year old was coughing up a storm, then her nose began to leak like a waterfall. Every time you wiped her nose, it was just replaced with new. You even made a joke to your husband, Michael that you should just tape a tissue to her nose. Then after you left for a work trip, your son Christopher had fallen ill as well.
Now Michael was home alone with a toddler and a pre-teen. Both needing his attention.
“Cora, come here!” Michael yelled after his daughter. She ran towards your bedroom, naked and butt full of poo.
Despite being sick, the little girl found it funny that her father was chasing her. She let out a loud laugh before climbing on your bed and placing her dirty bum on the clean sheets.
“Nooo.” Michael whined, finally close to Cora. He picked the little girl up and carried her to the bath.
“You are going to kill daddy.” He joked as he placed the girl in the tub. He cleaned her off, before making a little water for a bath. He made sure to place enough bubbles, to keep her busy while he washed the bed.
“Daddy will be back soon. You stay and play. If you need me just call me, okay?” Michael asked wiping his wet hands on a towel.
“Otay daddy.” Cora said already lost in the mountain of bubbles.
Michael, walked back into the bedroom, stripping the bed, before hearing his son call out for him. A sigh, left your husbands lips as he left the ball of bedding on the bed. Stopping by the bathroom, to make sure Cora was doing okay, he made his way to Christopher’s room.
“What’s up bub?”
“I feel like, I’m goin-” Chris didn’t have enough time to finish before puking all over his floor.
Michael, grabbed the trash can by the door. He placed it in front of his son, while rubbing his hand on his back.
“Let it out bub. You wouldn’t feel better, till you do.” Michael cooed.
“DADDY!” Cora’s voice rang. Michael looked down at Chris helpless, before telling him he’d be right back.
“Yes, sweet pea?” Michael asked.
“I’m hungry.”
Michael, let out a sigh, along with a small eye roll. He felt so helpless and was wondering how you did this.
“Okay, play for a little bit longer, while daddy cleans up the mess in your brothers room. Then, I’ll make you some soup.”
The little girl just shook her head before going back to her bubbles. Michael took Chris out to the living room, with a bucket by his side. He tucked him in on the couch, before grabbing Cora from the bath.
Once she was dressed, he placed her next to Chris with a bowl of soup. Then he placed the princess and the frog on for then.
“Okay, daddy is going to clean up. Finish your soup and watch the movie.”
Michael began to walk away before Cora called him back.
“Yes, sweet pea?”
“Can I take a nap after my soup?” She asked rubbing her eye.
“Of course you can. You don’t have to ask to sleep cutie.” He chuckled. Cora, curled up next to her big brother as she watched the movie on the screen. Michael placed a kiss on both of their foreheads, before going to clean up the sick on the floor.
As soon as he had gotten on the floor, you called.
“Hey babe.” Michael sighed feeling, pleased to hear your voice.
“Hey! How are the kids?” You asked.
“Cora, still has the poops, but she seems like she might be better soon. Christopher however, woke up feeling sick. I gave him some syrup before sending him back to bed. However, he just got sick all over his floor. So, I’m cleaning that, and I have to clean our bedding because Cora thought it would be funny to sit down with a poopy butt.”
You could tell he was tired. One sick kid was hard enough, but two sick kids was hell.
“I think I should come back early.”
“Baby no. I got it. You just worry about that pitch you’ve been work months for.”
“But I don’t want you doing this all alone.”
“It’s fine!” He laughed. “Mom’s coming over soon to help, so I can take a nap.”
“Okay. Tell her, I said hi and give the kids a kiss from me.”
“I will.” He smiled. “Go kick some butt. I love you.”
“I love you too, and if you change your mind let me know.”
“I will.”
“Okay, good-”
“DADDY!”
You chuckled as you hear the little voice call Michael.
“Duty calls. I love you babe.”
“I love you too.” You laughed before hanging up.
-Julianne
