You were sick. But like, in a really, really bad way. You would have woken up in the middle of the night throwing up and having heat strokes, your nose runny, your stomach and head aching, and your throat burnt from the acid of your stomach you were throwing up.

Obviously, Lou wanted you in bed and nowhere else. But well, let's say you had a bit more easiness when it came to take care of the babies alone. He often ended up needing your help with something in the end, because he forgot the dosage of the baby bottles, or which plate belonged to which baby, but today, it was him, and him alone. And well... T have the triplets not seeing that it was only daddy for 24 hours, it was going to be a hard mission.

Tuesday morning, 9:26am.

You woke up, sitting up with your back against the bed's headrest as you scratched your hair, your eyebrows furrowed as you felt your throat burning, your stomach and head hurting.

You saw him walking in and closing the door behind himself, smiling softly towards you as you coughed. And he then spoke up in a whispery, hushed tone, so the babies wouldn't hear.

"Hey, honey, how are you feeling?" Lou asked you as he walked up, almost dropping the nasal spray he grabbed while he spoke and tried handing it to you while you were laid down. As he then started telling you about how he tried his best to give the babies the same morning you gave them on everyday basis, and even tried respecting Christianna, Agatha and Oliver's preferences just like you do.

"I tried doing the same thing you do in the morning. I did the baby bottles, and i made sure about the colors: I gave the purple one to Chrissie, i gave the yellow one to Aggie, and the green one to Ollie, and I've given a bath to them, too. They're in the bathtub right now playing." He explained as he walked up and sat down on the edge of the bed by your side as he posed a tray of breakfast, and the bassin at your side if you needed to throw up.