#Chapter 23 - Truce?

Miranda's POV I stand over Noah, who dramatically coughs in bed. He has the sheets pulled up all the way to his chin and he dodges my hand every time I try to feel his forehead. “Noah, honey, let me see if you have a fever,” I coo. He shakes his head no. I groan and stand over him, hands on my hips. “Noah.” “Mother,” He retorts. “And here I was thinking I’m your mommy, not your mother,” I dramatically sigh and turn around. I take two steps toward the door when Noah’s voice stops me. “No! Mommy! Come back!” He quietly shrieks from his bed. I look at him from over my shoulder. I wipe away a fake tear and sulk back to his bedside. I lean over him and he frowns. “I just don’t feel well…that’s all…” he mumbles. “Can I feel your head, please?” I hold my hand out, barely hovering over his head, and he sighs. He shimmies up his bed and presses his forehead against the back of my hand. Noah’s forehead feels fine, maybe just a little warm from all of the blankets he’s under. I hum