Sep 16, 2016
@theaustinstj
Rachel knocked on her son’s door quietly, opening it after a minute and popping her head around. “Everything alright sweetheart?” She asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. “You didn’t come downstairs for Broadway hour, are you feeling sick?” Frowning, she pressed her hand against his forehead, her eyes filled with concern. “Do you think you’ve caught what Brooks has? I’ll call the Doctor, get your pyjamas on and mommy will make you some soup.”