Your small son coughed again, and you frowned, stroking his hair.
"Mattie. .I'm sorry you got sick." You said quietly, and he took your hand in his lightly. His grip was weak.
"I-It's okay, Mommy." He gave you a small smile. "You said that all I need is some medicine and some rest, and I already got the medicine, so all I have to do is rest now."
You bit your lower lip. You were still worried. Mattie's been sick before, but he's never had a fever. And you still couldn't figure out why he got one. It hasn't been cold out lately, he hasn't gone any place gross and germy, so what happened? You just told yourself that sometimes people just get sick without any explanation. It's happened to you when you were young.
"Mommy," Matthew coughed lightly. "It's okay, Mommy. Just go relax. I can go to sleep." He gave you that sweet, weak smile, and your eyes watered. You wiped them and nodded, squeezing his hand gently. He was your baby boy, and you loved him more than anything.
"Okay, Mattie. Get some rest. If you need anything, just let me know." He nodded and you kissed his hand. He giggled lightly and you smiled warmly. Then, you stood from your chair and walked out, leaving the door open a bit.
You looked around your house. It was so quiet now that Mattie was sick. Usually, he's watching T.V or running around the house with Kuma, or even asking for a ton of pancakes. You smiled at the memories.
Sighing, you leaned on the counter, wondering what to do since your little maple leaf was in bed. You tapped your fingers on the counter, your cheek resting in the palm of your hand. What to do, what to do. . .
You looked around the kitchen, thinking. Your eyes found the pantry and you walked to it, opening the door and glancing over all the food items. Your eyes spotted something and you smiled. Maybe. . .
You grabbed the bag of flour and sat it on the counter, clearing everything to make space. You grabbed the eggs from the fridge and grinned to yourself.
I know just what to do for my little Mattie.
So, tying your hair up into a ponytail, you set off to work.
You knocked lightly on your son's door, holding a silver tray in your other hand. "Mattie. .Mattie. . ." You smiled when you heard him yawn.
"Mommy?" He asked, and you pushed the door open.
"Hi honey." You smiled at him, and when he saw the tray, his eyes went wide.
"Mommy. . .Are those for me?" He asked, his indigo eyes gleaming with joy. You nodded and helped him sit up, placing the tray in his lap gently.
"Thank you so much Mommy." He gave you a hug and you hugged back.
"You're very welcome, Mattie." You smiled as he stuck his fork into the pancakes.
Yes, you'd made him pancakes, what else would you make him?!
You only gave him 2 because he was sick, and eating too much sweetness would most likely upset his stomach. There was a small glass of milk on the side to help him swallow.
"Mommy, how come you made these for me? I thought you were supposed to eat healthy foods when you were sick." He said, and you patted his head.
"Well, some might say that, but it doesn't always help. Sometimes, it can even make it worse." You told the little boy, and he swallowed his bite.
"Really?" He looked up at you.
"Really." You nodded, stroking his hair.
"Why?" He asked, and you smiled.
"Because when the ones you love are sick, you can't feed them vegetables, because there's no love or thought being put into it." You explained, and he thought for a moment.
"So. . ." He started, then he grinned. "So these pancakes have love? Is that why you made them for me?" You chuckled and nodded, and he hugged you tightly.
"Thank you Mommy! You're the best!" He seemed like he was already feeling better. You smiled and hugged him back.
"Of course, Mattie." You spoke quietly. "Only the best for my baby boy." You kissed his forehead.
And you climbed into bed with him after he finished his pancakes, reading him a story until you both fell asleep.
3 days later
You coughed a few times, sniffling and wiping your nose with your tissue.
Now you were sick. You must've caught what Mattie had, but at least he was feeling better.
You'd told him to check on you every once in a while, but not too much because you didn't want to pass the virus back to him. He understood, and had checked on you a few times already.
You sighed, closing your eyes. You really didn't like being sick, especially when only Mattie was here. Usually, Ludwig, Lovino, or Elizabeta would come and take care of you and help you watch Mattie, but they were all busy and you didn't want to bother them.
Then, you heard a light knock at your door. You yawned, asking, "Mattie?"
He pushed the door open with a smile, holding a silver tray in his hands. "Hi Mommy."
On the tray was (favorite breakfast food), perfectly made and ready for you. "Mattie. . .Are those for me?" You asked, and he nodded.
"I made them for you!" He let you sit up and placed the tray gently in your lap. You smiled and looked at him.
"Thank you so much Mattie." You gave him a hug, and he hugged you back.
"You're very welcome Mommy." He pulled away and smiled up at you with happy indigo eyes.
"Mattie, why did you make these for me?" You asked, taking a bite. It was good, he'd made it perfectly!
"Because," He took your hand. "When someone you love is sick, you can't give them vegetables, because there's no love or thought being put into them." He smiled sweetly, and you felt tears of pure happiness fill your (e/c) eyes.
"Oh, Mattie. ." You smiled and he wiped a tear from your cheek with his small hands. "Thank you. ."
He kissed your hand. "It's okay Mommy, you don't have to cry. It's what people do for the ones they love on sick days."
"I love you, Mattie."
"I love you too, Mommy."
You lifted him into the bed, sharing your delicious food with him. Then, he read you a story until you both fell asleep.
And the next day, you didn't feel sick anymore.