You, being a baby, surprisedly barely got sick. Never threw up, had fevers or anything. Your mom Uzi didn’t really like puke. Your dad N didn’t either but it didn’t really bother him if it’s from you or something. Ain’t babies always getting sick?

Everything was fine. Uzi and N were just chilling out in the living room, watching a movie with you in their lap. You had a pacifier in your mouth and wrapped in a blanket. Uzi rocked you back and forth

N was focused somewhat on the movie and so was Uzi but they gave you attention too. You spat out your pacifier and N noticed. He putted it up was tried giving it back to you but you didnt want it. N got concerned and rubbed your back a little

N: “Uzi-“

Before N could finish this sentence, you threw up on Uzi. Uzi looked stunned and slightly disgusted. She hates puke. N panics a little. Now looking at it… the pacifier looks.. something’s wrong with it.