The Chase (h.s. au)

Chapter 35

Lauren.

I hold my sick baby, Mason's little stomach flu making him so cold and scared. He's never been sick before and now he's throwing up everything he eats. Harry left for work early this morning and I'm currently laying down with Mason on my body.

"Mommy?" he says, my hands lifting his cheeks gently.

"Water?" he says, my head nodding. I lift him up, carrying him to the kitchen. He sips some water and I hold him, his head resting in my neck as I carry him into the living room again. I'd do anything to see him laughing and happy again.

"You can sleep baby," I say, his eyelids purple. I feel so worried.

"It hurts," he whispers, my lips kissing his warm forehead.

"Let the medicine work okay? You'll feel better after you sleep," I say, his fingers gripping my shirt as he drifts off.

He sleeps for hours, my arms holding him as I read for school. When I hear the garage open, my hands move over Mason's ears so nothing wakes him up.

"Lauren, Mason," Harry says, my hand waving for him. He walks over and immediately his eyes fall onto Mason, my hands running over the sleeping boy's back.

"He's extremely sick," I say, his eyes full of concern.

"How long has he been sleeping?" he asks, my lips parting.

"Three hours. He's been throwing up all morning and has a high fever."

Harry brushes his hand over Mason's forehead and Mason stirs, reaching out for Harry. Harry lifts him up and Mason starts crying, Harry moving out of the living room.

"Oh, Mason, it's going to be okay. Just relax," Harry says, walking upstairs and into our room. I grab Mason's water and follow Harry upstairs, my body sitting on the bed beside Harry.

"I think he can take more medicine," I say, moving into the bathroom. I fill the cup with his medicine and he drinks it slowly, my hand holding his.

"I'm hungry," Mason says, my lips releasing a sigh. I walk downstairs and grab an applesauce, taking it upstairs for him. Harry holds him while I feed him small bites, ensuring he doesn't throw up again.

He's successful and he lays on Harry while Harry reads him a book. While Harry relaxes the sick little baby, I make the two of us dinner.

"Lauren, I put him in bed," Harry says, walking downstairs.

"Okay."

I continue to cook some chicken, but I'm taken into Harry's arms before I'm finished.

"Hey," he smiles, my laugh unable to stop. He shuts the stove off and presses his lips to my ear.

"Can we do...something tonight?" he asks, my hands grabbing his forearm that rests against my chest.

"Like what?" I ask, his huge arms causing me to not be able to move.

"Lauren, please. You know," he whispers, my eyes closing.

"I don't know Harry. I'm nervous," I tell him, his body so warm. I want to; hell, I wanted to when he came back. But I know I can't. It's not easy going back to the person that hurt you but you love at the same time. I'm scared.

"I promise I only want you. There is nothing I want more than to be with you again Lauren. I love you and I want to touch you again. I haven't touched you for two whole years. I want to be with you and love you like how we used to be. We're 21 and we have a kid; don't let that stop us from wanting to show each other how we feel."