Michael's lips formed a smile when he heard the Twins' words. Even though they didn't say it directly, it could be interpreted that they were worried about him, right?
"Is that true?" Michael asked in a still hoarse voice. "But uncle is afraid of injections," he continued in a tone that was deliberately frightened.
The two little boys nodded their heads in unison, as if they could understand Michael's feelings.
"Then, uncle must listen to Mommy!" Gabriel answered in a commanding tone. "Before Mommy gets mad."
"Yeah, Mommy's scary when she's angry!" Raphael informed because Uncle Michael doesn't seem to know how scary his Mommy is when she's angry, especially when it comes to sick patients.
Sarah's lips parted in disbelief when she heard her kids talking about her even though she was still there. She's not angry, but more like to give them advice!
Meanwhile, Michael was still smiling seeing his kids revealing that side of Sarah. He had seen Sarah when she was angry, and to be honest she was a little scary.
"Okay," Michael said then turned to Sarah. "So what should I do, Mommy?" Michael asked, holding back a smile.
Sarah rolled her eyes when she heard how Michael called her Mommy. The man deliberately imitated the kid's tone when they called her.
"Let me check on you first," Sarah said then put the stethoscope she brought to her ear.
Hearing that, Michael immediately kicked the blanket he was using and pulled the shirt he was wearing.
"What are you doing?" Sarah asked when she could see Michael's stomach and chest as he pulled his shirt up.
Her gaze then focused on the man's muscles that looked so d*mn hot. Subconsciously, Sarah licked her own lips.
'How can he maintain those muscles? Does he have time to exercise?' Sarah thought in confusion.
Michael's body is still the same as it was six years ago.
"Shouldn't you check on me?" asked Michael in confusion.
He did it to make it easier for Sarah because the stethoscope had to touch his skin. However, when he saw Sarah's eyes focused on his body, Michael immediately broke into a wide smile.
"Should I take off everything?" asked Michael in a teasing tone.
"Yeah… Eh! Ah! No! No need! You don't even have to lift your clothes like that!" said Sarah immediately, shaking her head.
Michael chuckled at Sarah's adorable look, while Sarah, who finally understood Michael's point, glared at him in annoyance!
There are kids here! How could he tease her pervertedly like that?!
Seeing Michael laughing like that made Sarah very sure that his intention was to take everything off, not only his shirt, but everything that was stuck to his body!
Isn't he crazy?! Ah! Right! He is sick! So that's why Michael was behaving like that!
"Right, uncle! No need to pull all the clothes off! Mommy can put it under the shirt!" said Gabriel who had often seen when his Mommy worked.
"Ah... I see... So Mommy can put it in..." Michael replied nodding his head and then looking at Sarah with a meaningful look
"Ouch!" Michael sighed seconds later as Sarah hit him in the stomach.
Looks like Michael is really sick!
"Mommy, why did uncle get hit?" asked Gabriel in bewilderment.
"It is okay! Uncle has been noisy when Mommy has to check his condition!" Sarah said with a smile and then looked at Michael fiercely, cursing him with her gaze.
Michael just chuckled at Sarah's expression. Ah… he really missed that woman.
"How's uncle, Mommy?" asked Raphael when Sarah had finished pulling the stethoscope from Michael's body and removing it from her ear.
Since then he had been silent, but actually he was curious about the condition of the man.
"Uncle's condition is not too serious, you don't worry," replied Sarah with a smile.
"I'm not worried! I was just asking!" replied Raphael shaking his head vigorously.
He's not worried! That… He was just wondering when Uncle Michael could play with him again!
Sarah and Michael smiled at the behavior of their eldest son who seemed embarrassed to express his feelings.
"You have to eat and take medicine," Sarah said, turning to Michael. "Do you think you can eat the food they brought? It's a chicken salad."
Before Michael could answer Sarah that he didn't want to eat it, Sarah suddenly added.
"Or do you want me to make you some porridge?" asked Sarah offering.
When they were married, Michael had a fever and he still remembers how hard it was for Michael to be told to eat and only eat when she made him porridge.
"You're going to make it for me?" asked Michael in surprise. He had no idea that Sarah would offer to make him some porridge first.
Even though Sarah had said she would give him a chance, she went on a date with that attorney, making Michael realize that Sarah was only giving him a chance, not choosing him.
Because if she had chosen him, Sarah wouldn't have been able to go on a date with that attorney.
To be honest Michael felt bad about it, but he could understand what Sarah was doing. That means he has to fight for her to choose him, right?
However, Michael had no idea that Sarah would not be so cold to him. Maybe she was going to make him some porridge when he asked for it and not Sarah who offered it first.
Sarah nodded. Michael is sick, it wouldn't hurt for her to help the guy, right?
"Then let's go down." Sarah then turned to the Twins who were still on the bed. "Raphael, Gabriel, let's go downstairs. You must eat."
The two kids nodded and immediately got out of bed.
"Ouch…"
Sarah, who had stood up, immediately turned to Michael when she heard the man's sigh of pain.
"Does your head feel dizzy?" Sarah asked when she saw Michael who was already in a sitting position holding his head.
Earlier when she examined Michael, he said that his head was not dizzy. He seemed dizzy from moving.
Michael nodded.
"You just go back to sleep and wait. I'll bring your food," said Sarah then immediately went out with the kids.
***
Sarah entered the master bedroom with a bowl, glass, and medicine that Michael had to drink. This time the woman had come alone, the kids wanted to come, but Sarah said Michael should rest and they could check on him later in the afternoon.
As soon as he heard the door open, Michael, who was still in a sleeping position, immediately changed his position to be sitting while leaning back.
"Here," Sarah said, handing Michael some warm water to soothe his throat.
Michael immediately took the glass and drank it then gave it to Sarah again.
Sarah set the glass down on the table by the bed, then handed the bowl of porridge to Michael.
However, this time Michael's hand didn't move. He didn't want to take the bowl.
Sarah looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Ah!" Michael opened his mouth while looking at Sarah.
"What?" Sarah asked confusedly.
"Ah!" Michael opened his mouth again.
Sarah's lips immediately parted in disbelief when she realized what Michael meant.
"You want me to feed you?" Sarah asked to make sure she didn't catch him wrong.
Michael nodded then opened his mouth again.
"Are you a baby?" Sarah asked, looking at the man in annoyance. "Just take this bowl and eat it yourself! Even Raphael and Gabriel feed themselves and don't need to be fed anymore!" Sarah continued in annoyance.
She had no problem making Michael some porridge, or checking his condition. However, isn't feeding him a little too much?
When they married, she did feed Michael who was sick. However, they are divorced and their relationship is not like that!
"I'm a patient," Michael said, pouting his lips. "Ah!" he continued to open his mouth again.
Sarah opened her mouth in disbelief when she heard Michael's words.
"So what?" Sarah asked, rolling her eyes. "You just have a fever and can sit well. You can even drink yourself! So your condition isn't that bad for not being able to feed yourself!"
"No! My hands hurt, my head hurts, and I can't eat by myself!" Michael replied in a childish tone. "So you have to feed me, doctor!" he continued and opened his mouth.
"You call me a doctor, but did you know that there are no doctors who feed their patients?" Sarah said, rolling her eyes.
"Then should I call you Wifey?" Michael asked again.
"What?" Sarah was a little surprised when Michael suddenly said the word again.
It had been a long time since she had heard the special nickname Michael used to call her.
"It's not like your first time to feed me, right?" Michael asked. "So can you feed me, wifey?" continued Michael in a gentle tone with a smile.
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