You wake up one morning when the twins were asleep and run to the bathroom. You lean over the toilet bowl and get sick. You try to be quiet but you think you woke Michael up. You continue to get sick for a while.

Michael runs in the bathroom and holds back your hair so you won't get the vomit in it. You were soon finished getting sick, so you flush the toilet and stand up. You wash out your mouth and then he picks you up 'Bridal Style' and carries you to the bedroom.

He lays you down and covers you up. He puts his hand on your forehead. He leans down and kisses your forehead. "You have a fever my dear." He says. "What hurts?" He asks you.

"My stomach and I have a headache." You tell him. He nods his head and lays down beside you. He puts his hand on your stomach and rubs it a bit hoping it will help you to start feeling better.

"Am I helping or making it worse?" He asks you concerned.

"You're making it much better..." You say before groaning in pain from the stomach cramps. He nods his head and continues to rub your stomach. "I'm gonna make you some soup okay.." He says.

You rod your head and he gets up and walks to the kitchen, soon coming back with a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup and a glass of orange juice. You smile and take a few bites. You put the empty bowl on the nightstand and Michael lays down beside you and wrap his arms around you.

"Can you sing me a song?" You ask him.

"Which one?" He asks you smiling.

"I Just Can't Stop Loving You." You say. He nods and starts singing and soon you fall asleep.