Ch.11
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I returned to find Angel sound asleep in 'Nick the Ninja Turtle's' lap. "What wrong with Leslie?" he whispered.
"She's sick," I answered shifting Leslie in my arms . "Sweetie, you want a drink or anything?"
"No." She grabbed my shirt tightly.
"What is it?"
"I'm gonna' puke!"
I ran into the kitchen. "Keep your mouth closed!" I held her over the sink. I made it just in time.
"Kevin......." Leslie moaned.
"Yes, baby?"
"I want my mommy."
"I know," I whispered placing a cool cloth to her brow, "I know." I'm not sure who needed her more, me or her children.
"Could we go watch a movie now?"
"Yeah."
I watched her mope out the room hanging her head. This was a lot worse than a cold, and I probably couldn't even handle that.
Angel had now awakened and sent Nick to get a blanket. "What movie should we watch?"
"I don't know." I glanced down at the eldest brunette pulling herself into my lap. "What do you want to watch?"
"How about 'Aladdin'?"
I remembered my days at Disney dressing up as the Arabian. "Um...Angel, what do you think?"
"The Little Mermaid!"
The LIttle Mermaid?! I had also been a fill-in for Prince Eric. "Why don't we get Nick's opinion." Did I actually just say that?
Nick returned blanket in hand. "Nick, what movie do you want to watch?"
"Ninja Turtles: The Movie."
NO! Yes, I had been a freaking dancing turtle, too! I massaged my temples.
"Why don't we watch 'A Christmas Carol'? There, that had to be safe. Live action- no cartoon characters, and it was Christmas time, afterall.
The children had now settled in, and were watching the movie contently. Nick turned away facing the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I continued to rub Leslie's aching tummy. Tummy? The Carter children were turning me into a softie.
"Nothing. I was just thinking about something."
Nick thinking? This was a newsflash. "What were you thinking about?"
"Did you clean out the sink?"
"Well, I let the water run to wash the nasty stuff down."
"Kevin, we set our lunch in the sink to thaw by noon."
I shut my eyes and tried to keep my growling to a dull roar. Why was all of my luck bad?
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