BRAT'S GOT A FEVER
I'm so wicked. You don't believe me?
Well, that's because you don't know what I did.
Mommy had an important business trip. She was going to be away the whole week.
So Daddy decided he would take some vacation time. He would stay home and take care of us all.
I was so thrilled. But maybe not for the reasons you're thinking. Unless, of course, you have an imagination as naughty as mine.
Okay, maybe you do have an imagination as wicked as mine. So you do know what I had planned then, don't you?
But come on. Daddy wasn't my biological father. And I'd just turned eighteen. That means I'm an adult, right? So doesn't that kind of make it okay?
Anyway, let me tell you about all that happened.
When I knew Daddy was going to be watching over us kids, playing Mom for the week, I realized that this would be the perfect time.
The perfect time to show Daddy just how much I really cared about him. I didn't waste any time. That first morning I stayed in bed.
It took long enough, but eventually Daddy sent one of my younger brothers to go look in on me.
"What's up, sis?" My younger brother said.
"I don't feel so good," I said.
"But you can't miss school," he said.
"Better tell, Daddy," I said.
"Okay," he said.
I've got three younger brothers. They are a handful in the mornings. So, it took Daddy a while, but eventually he came up. Of course, he was hurrying.
He was holding an old-fashioned thermometer.
"Hey, you okay, Pumpkin?" Daddy said.
I faked a cough. I pretended to sniff.
"I don't think so, Daddy." I said.
"Well, let's take your temperature. If you've a fever, we can't let you go to school. But if it's just a cold, then I think you'd better go."
"Yes, Daddy," I said.
Daddy handed me the thermometer. Then we both heard the sound of two of my brothers fighting. Daddy rushed from my room.
Under my bed I'd prepared a hot water bottle. I now brought it out. I laid it on the thermometer and watched as the temperature went up.
I had to be careful it didn't get too high. The last thing I needed is for Daddy to be rushing me to the hospital.
After a few minutes I heard Daddy rushing back up the stairs to check on me. I quickly hid the hot water bottle. I stuck the thermometer in my mouth.
Ouch! It was hot!
Daddy sat on my bed. So close to me!
He smiled at me. He even gently laid his hand on my leg. Then he took the thermometer from my lips.
Daddy smiled at me then looked at the thermometer.
"Shit!" He shouted.
Then he got hold of himself.
"Sorry, Pumpkin," Daddy said. "You've got quite a fever."
Daddy laid his hand on my forehead.
Did I mention what big and powerful hands my Daddy has? All that man had to do was get near me, and I'd swoon.
Oh, those hands! He had the kind of hands a man ought to have. They were big and rough and strong.
I smiled up at Daddy as he laid his hand on my forehead.
"Hm. You actually don't feel that hot," Daddy said.
He looked uncertain. But quickly he reached a decision.