Abi felt like shit, quite frankly. It hadn't helped that Charlie was being particularly hyper and picky and demanding, but that just made Abi feel like a shit mother too. She really couldn't catch a break. Heaving her guts out all morning, feeling feverish and weak. Ever since she was a child, illnesses had hit her hard. Abi hadn't much of an immune system and caught any and every bug that was going around, no matter whether it was a cold or something worse.
God bless Hemingway. She'd almost collapsed in his arms, sobbing her relief that she had some help. It couldn't have come at a better time, really, with Charlie taking any energy out of her. She finally had room to relax and sleep and recover from whatever was taking it out of her.
Whilst he looked after Charlie, Abi slept like the dead. She slept for hours and only woke when the clock said 8pm. She felt so much better after it, almost like new.
"You do this all the time, okay?" she replied a little croakily to Hemingway as he brought her tea. "Never ever leave me."