Oct 11, 2014
John caring for a sick Elaine
The one good thing about Anders getting over his cold was that the house was free of his constant crying now. Sleep in his crib, cuddled up to Porta, the boy was peaceful yet again. However, Elaine was another story. She had managed to catch Ander's cold and look just as upset about it when John walked into the room carrying a bowl of soup and a bottle of medicine. He put both down by the bedside then sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. He ran his hand through her hair with a sympathetic look on his face. She still felt hot. "Hey, honey. Feeling any better?"
