I wake up early in the morning like always, but instead of it being my mom cooking, it is Marcus screaming his head off. I instantly jump up and rush to his side as I pull my son out of the playpen. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. Mama’s here.” I hold him to my chest and he instantly starts to sniffle in my arms. I put my cheek on his forehead and realized he is running a fever. “Oh no…”
I sigh and move into the kitchen and head straight to the medicine cabinet. I look down and realize he is drooling on my pajama top, but I don’t really care. I open the cabinet and grab the infant Tylenol and pull up a dose for him to take. I give it to him and he instantly starts to settle down. I sigh and hold him close to my chest. “I guess today is going to be a cuddle day, huh buddy?” He coos in my arms as I
