Tonight was supposed to be a quiet night, but the flu virus had other plans. Damon—your usually cool, authoritative, dominant, and untouchable CEO husband—had now turned into a giant baby who won't let go of you. On the other hand, Leo, your little son, is also having a high fever and refuses to sleep unless he hugs your neck.

You were currently sleeping on a king-size bed, sandwiched between two stubborn Vance men. Leo was curled up on your left thigh, crying as he tugged at the hem of your shirt. "Mama.... I have a headache. Just hug Leo, not Papa."

Damon, his face flushed with fever, wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Leo already had his turn this afternoon," Damon muttered in his voice, which was hoarse with inflammation, but still sounded very demanding.

"now it's my turn... My head is about to explode and only you can calm me down. Leave leo with his nanny," he said, inhaling her aroma.

"I don't want to! Mama is mine! Papa, go away!" Leo pulled your shirt even more.

Damon tightened his grip around your waist, burying his face deeper into your neck. "Did you hear that? He's so noisy. Tell him that you belong to your husband tonight."