Page 63 of Healing Fate
I blushed remembering that day.
“I didn’t exactly handle that well, did I?”
He laughed. “No, you didn’t.”
Vada started to heave again interrupting our walk down memory lane.
Without hesitation, Micah took her from me and left the truck. Then they both disappeared. I jumped out to find him squatted down while balancing her on his knees. One hand supporting her chest while the other rubbing her back.
“It’s okay, sweet girl. Just let it all out,” he told her softly as she vomited again.
I cringed and took a step back. I really hated to deal with puke, but he didn’t seem to mind it at all.
“Better?” he finally asked as she nodded weakly. Without even looking my way he spoke again. “Mommy, we got a little on her shirt, can you get a fresh outfit and maybe draw a warm bath? I don’t know about you, Vada, but a warm bath always makes me feel better.”
“Me too,” she assured him.
I held my hand to my chest as I watched the two of them before forcing myself to go inside and get things ready. With fresh pajamas laid out and the tub filling with warm water, Micah walked in with Vada. He carefully undressed her and then settled her down into the tub.
She seemed to perk up a little as she splashed in the water, but she still looked a little miserable.
“How are you feeling sweet pea?” I asked.
“Hungry,” she surprised me by saying.
“Well, that’s a good thing,” Micah said. “Mind if I dig around in the kitchen while you two finish up here?”
I cringed knowing I hadn’t gone shopping and there was very little food in the house.
“Um, sure, but I probably need to make a run out.”
He didn’t say anything as he disappeared from the room.
I squatted down and washed her quickly.
“You ready to get out, Vada?”
“Yes, pease.”
She held her arms up for me to pick her up and wrap her in a towel. I held her to me breathing in her sweet baby scent and assuring myself she was okay.
I grabbed her pajamas and walked to her room to change her there instead.
Before long something wonderful started smelling up the whole house.
“What is that?” I asked as I picked Vada up and carried her to the kitchen.
Micah was standing at my stove cooking something.
“Did you run out to the store?”
“Nah. You had all the basics we need to make our princess feel better.”
“I did?” I asked skeptically.
“You did.”
He motioned for us to sit as he dished a small portion of rice and some applesauce for Vada. She dove in without complaint, something that rarely happened.
