"Mama!"

The door swung open revealing Sander who had a worried expression on his cute, handsome face. He immediately jumped into the bed and buried his face in my stomach.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly and looked up to see Desmond bringing a tray of hot soup.

"Papa said that we cannot leave today. He said that you are sick," Sander said as he climbed to the bed and cupped my face. "Are you alright, Mama?"

I nodded my head and caressed his wavy hair. "Yes, I am actually alright. But your Papa said that I must stay here." I glared at Desmond who just snorted and shook his head....