Page 45 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“It’s okay.”
I silently smiled.
“Do you want a bite?” He held his fork up.
“No thanks. I only eat my own pies.”
His brows furrowed as he shoved the fork in his mouth. “You never eat anyone’s pie but your own? Seriously?”
“Yep.” I smiled.
He finished his piece of peach pie and went into his office to do some work.
“Good job with the pie crust.” I patted Eloise’s head.
After we assembled the pie and put it in the oven, Eloise didn’t look so well.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“My throat hurts and I’m really tired,” she whined.
I glanced at the clock on the stove, which read 7:00 p.m. Placing my hand on her forehead, she felt warm.
“Let’s take your temperature first before you get in the bathtub.” I picked her up and carried her up the stairs. “My gosh, girly. You’re heavy. I’m not used to carrying an eight-year-old.”
She sat on the toilet while I started running the bath water. I grabbed the thermometer from the drawer and placed it under her tongue. Once it beeped, I took it from her mouth and looked at it.
“101.1. Let’s get you in the tub, and then I’ll go get the Tylenol.”
I ran down the stairs, grabbed the children’s Tylenol from the kitchen cabinet, and just as I was leaving the kitchen, Ashton walked in, and I ran right into him.
“Whoa.” His hands gripped my arm.
“Sorry.”
“What’s that for? Don’t tell me Eloise is sick again.”
“Sore throat, tired, and 101.1 fever.”
“Jesus Christ.” He sighed. “She was just sick.”
“Well, she’s sick again. I have to get up to her. She’s in the tub.”
I flew up the stairs and into the bathroom. Pouring the dosage amount of Tylenol into the cup, I handed it to her.
“Drink up, buttercup.” I smiled.
She took her medicine like the champ she was and handed the cup to me.
“I want to go to bed, and I want my dad.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Let me wash you up first, and then I’ll go get him.”
Chapter Eighteen
Ashton
I heard Charlotte calling my name from the top of the stairs.
