You're Mine

Chapter 43

"That feels good."

"I bet sweetheart," he whispered, pressing another kiss to her lips.

She whispered something Harrison couldn't make out as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Harryyyy."

He kissed down to her neck before she pushed him away. "Shh."

"What?"

Carrie held a finger to his lips. From outside their door, they could hear the sound of tiny footsteps prancing down the hallway. "That's what."

"What do we do?" He asked frantically, easing his weight off her body.

"Get off me." Harrison did as told. "Grab clothes and change in the bathroom. Hurry up!"

He jumped out of bed, grabbing clothes from his dresser and ran into the bathroom. Still in bed, Carrie pulled the covers up to her neck and tucked them around her body as Adam opened their bedroom door. "Momma!"

"Hey buddy," she answered as he ran over to her side of the bed.

"Where's dadda?"

"Daddy's in the bathroom." She turned to face him, still clutching the covers to her chest.

Harrison! He needed to hurry up. While waiting for her husband to change, Carrie secretly hoped Adam didn't hear anything. Because he certainly would ask questions about it.

"Dadda!"

She heard the click of the bathroom door handle, a sigh of relief exhaling from her chest. Adam ran around the other side of the bed into his daddy's arms. "Where's your teddy bear?"

Yes, keep going she thought. Get him out of the room. "Twedy!"

"Let's go get Teddy," Harrison encouraged, beginning to walk out of their bedroom as Adam followed.

As soon as the boys rounded the corner, Carrie was on her feet, grabbing clothes and running into the bathroom, closing the door rather loudly behind her.

By the time she was done changing, Harrison, Adam, and now Chance lay on the bed. Adam now had his favorite stuffed animal Teddy crushed under his arm. Chance lay at the foot of the bed, and as she passed by, she could see the look of dissatisfaction on her dogs face as if to say, why'd you kick me out tonight?

Carrie climbed under the covers next to Adam who lay between her and Harrison. "Momma! It's Twedy!"

She took the bear from his outstretched hand and laid its head on the pillow next to hers. Adam followed suit, resting his head on his daddy's pillow. "Goodnight Adam."

"Goodwnight momma."

He closed his eyes, and for the next few minutes, Carrie and Harrison laid there, just waiting for him to fall asleep. Once he did, Harrison gave her a fist bump. "Good job sweetheart."

She rolled her eyes. "Maybe we just need to stop."

"Oh no. We could lock the door or teach him to knock when he wants to come in."

"But that was the first time and if we keep it up, it won't be the last."

He put a hand on her cheek, running his fingers along her jawline before pushing a few brown locks behind her ears. "It'll be fine."

"You always say that."

"But aren't I always right?"

"No."

Moving closer to her and Adam, he whispered, "I love you, you know?"

Carrie leaned over Adam to press a gentle kiss to her husband's lips. "I've always known."

Harrison smiled before closing his eyes for the night.

•••

Carrie woke up the next morning feeling like absolute crap. She felt dizzy and hot. Sometime during the middle of the night, Harrison took Adam back to his own room and was now laying with his chest pressed against her back.

"Carrie, you're sweating."

"I know."

Sitting up was enough to overload her with nausea. She fell right back against the pillow. "I feel like shit," she mumbled, turning so she lay against his chest.

Harrison put his arms around her, his fingers sliding up under her shirt to feel her skin. "You feel really hot. Do you feel like you have a fever?"

"I don't know."

"I'll be back," he told her before getting up and going downstairs. After he left, she began to shiver.

The only thing Carrie could possibly think she had was a fever. Ever since she woke up, she was cold, even colder now that he left.

But soon after, Harrison came back in with a thermometer. She took it from him, and quickly stuck it under her tongue. He laid next to her as Chance snuggled up between the two of them. Carrie removed the thermometer when it beeped. And her temperature was 101.5.

"Yeah you definitely have a fever sweetheart," he whispered, pulling her against his chest.

"And I'm so tired."

"Go back to bed."

"But what about Adam?"

"I'll take care of Adam, don't worry."

Carrie gave up arguing with him. She settled back against her pillow as he put his arm around her waist. Harrison kissed her cheek gently before moving the kiss to her lips. "Harry don't kiss me I'm sick!"

He kissed her. "I don't care."

"But one of us is going to have to take care of Adam."

"You relax, I'll take care of him. Okay?"

"Okay?"

•••

A few hours later when Carrie woke up, Harrison was gone and Chance substituted himself for Harrison.

"Hey buddy," she whispered, sitting up. Her arm was draped around him, a position only Harrison could've left her in.

Carrie had to sit up slow to avoid the sudden rush of nausea. As she sat up, Chance continued to lick her hand. "Alright Chance."

With her head now resting against the headboard, Carrie still felt like crap. She still felt nauseous and very dizzy. Chance rested his head in her lap begging her to pet him. And she did until Harrison came upstairs with a bowl of soup.

Seeing Harrison enter, Chance moved away, giving the two of them plenty of room. "I took a shot at making soup," he said, handing her the bowl.

"Well it smells good."

He laughed. "Let's hope it tastes good."

Carrie took a bite of chicken noodle soup. And it tasted fantastic. "Harry this is amazing!"

It didn't take her long to finish the bowl and beg for more. Two minutes later, Harrison came upstairs with Adam and another bowl of soup. Adam sat next to Chance on the bed, rubbing his little hands against the doggy's back. Chance enjoyed the massage so much, he rolled over, wanting Adam to continue in his stomach.

He laughed as Chance rolled back over, licking his cheek and touching Teddy with his paw. He kept tapping Teddy, making Adam laugh. "Oh Chance," she whispered, "what are we going to do with you."