Queen Ashlyn
Entering the kitchen, Donny rushed to hug me. "Mommy," he cheered. This boy was the spitting image of Derek and his Uncle Vance. I hugged him tightly, needing his comfort. My kids were the glue that held me together.
"Mom," James approached me. His face was red, "I don't feel good." I felt his forehead, and he was burning up.
"Sage," I called out to my sister, who rushed into the kitchen. "Call the doctor," I told her. "Donny, sweetie, you stay with your sister," I kissed his head before taking James to my room. I ran a cool bath and gave him some medication.
Before the tub was filled, he was over the toilet, vomiting. I sat beside him, rubbing his back, feeling helpless. When he was done, he was shivering. I pulled the plug to the tub drain before moving him to my bed.
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