[randy]
“What’s wrong? Does it taste bad?” I asked, referring to the dish I prepared for our dinner. My forehead creased in worry. Thorne and Randorne didn’t eat the food I cooked. Their faces seemed unusual. They are a bit… exhausted? Maybe because they have been playing too much.
I tasted the food. It tastes good for me. Maybe I added too much paprika. That’s why they don’t like it.
They are both tanned skin. But their cheeks are a bit reddish. What is happening? “Baby?” I called Randorne. He struggled to lift his gaze at me. “I-I’m,” he sighed. “Tired,” his voice got raspy. Rising from my chair, I walked closer to where he was at. “Are you okay, baby?”
Randorne narrowed his gaze at his father. “Mommy, daddy and I have fever,” using the back of my palm and checking his temperature.
