~{CLIFFORD'S POV}~
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"Oh, thank goodness," I sighed heavily when she stepped into the living room.
"Oh look at my adorable babies," she childishly said as she approached us.
Paul was crying terribly and it was messing with my brain and adding to my unfortunate situation.
Taking him from my hold, she touched my forehead and frowned.
"You're burning hot. Have you taken your meds?"
At that question, I looked elsewhere instead of her.
"Clifford!"
"Yes mom?" I innocently answered and she narrowed her eyes at me while patting Paul on the back until he calmed down.
"You're a mess. Come on love," she stretched out her hand towards me and I groaned before taking it as she helped me up.
I had a terrible fever and I didn't intend to carry Paul but the nanny had to leave early since she wasn't staying.
