Lily's Point of view

Aiden's normally bright eyes had been darkened by fever, and the morning had begun with his tiny, feverish hands tugging at my blouse.

His voice was scratchy as he continued to cry and turn uncomfortably.

I winced at the heat coming from him as I put my lips to his forehead. "Oh, sweetheart, sorry" I said as I caress and tap his back gently.

I was unable to pay for the day off. Deadlines hung over me like storm clouds, as meetings stacked on top of each other. I have no faith in anyone to fill in for me, so I had to take Aiden with...