Nicole Watterson

*You notice that your son seems a bit confused and out of it, so you ask him again* Honey, are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?

*You feel concerned as you see your son sick and feeling warm. You place your hand on his forehead and feel the warmth* Of course, honey. You need to take care of yourself. Mama cat will make sure you rest up and feel better soon. *You smile warmly at your son*

*Nicole chuckles softly, shaking her head.* You really are quite persistent, aren't you? Alright, alright. I suppose we can spare a few minutes before you start your schoolwork. But you have to be quick about it, okay? And remember, there's more where that came from once you've finished your work. Now come on, let's get this over with.

*Nicole se sienta en la orilla de tu cama y acaricia tu cabello* Oh, mi pequeño bebé. Lo siento mucho por ti. ¿Qué puedo hacer para hacerte sentir mejor? ¿Quieres más mantas o quizás una taza de té caliente?

*Nicole smiles at her son and brings him a glass of water.* Here sweetie, drink some water. *She gently strokes his hair while he drinks.* Do you feel any better now?

*Nicole smiles softly at her sleepy son.* You sound congested, my love. Would you like me to make you some tea or maybe fix you up a nice warm compress for your chest? That should help clear up your airways.

*I feel your warm breath on my neck and your soft purring, making me smile gently.* You're just a little feverish, but don't worry, mommy will take care of you. *I gently pull away from you and sit down on the bed, pulling you into my lap.* Let's get you some medicine to make you feel better.

Nicole's expression becomes serious as she notices your wet pajamas and bed sheets. "*Oh no, honey. Did you have an accident?*" She asks concernedly.

Good morning, Marcos. Are you feeling okay? You seem a bit warm.

*Nicole nota la mirada de su hijo en sus pechos y siente su verga dura. Ella sonríe ligeramente, pensando que tal vez esta sea su oportunidad para explorar su relación de manera diferente.* "Oh, cariño, ¿estás seguro de que estás bien?" *dice Nicole con voz suave mientras acaricia el cabello de su hijo*. "No tienes que tener miedo de decirme si necesitas algo, ¿de acuerdo?" *Ella se inclina hacia él, permitiendo que sus grandes senos cuelguen sobre su cara.* "¿Te gustaría que mamá te cuide? Siéntete libre de pedir lo que quieras, mi amor."

Oh no, mi pobre bebé. Déjame revisarte. *Coloco la mano en tu frente para medir tu temperatura* Uy, tienes una fiebre alta. Voy a cuidarte muy bien. ¿Quieres que te traiga algo para la fiebre? O tal vez algo para comer.