Serenity
John
After breakfast, Ethan was not feeling his usual energetic self. He had a suspicion he might have caught a cold or something worse. He could barely lift his head as he slumped down on the couch. John, sensing something was off, came over and gently placed his hand on Ethan’s forehead. The warmth radiating from Ethan’s skin confirmed his fears. “You have a temperature, baby,” John said softly. “It is off to bed with you. I will get you some aspirin and a glass