[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
“Are you okay, Mommy?”
“You look so pale.”
I thought I was just dizzy until I heard my twins ask me worriedly. Diana held my cold hand and placed it on her cheek to warm my cold fingertips, while Devon’s eyes refused to look away from my face as if scared something wrong might happen if ever he blinked.
Dominic must have heard the kids and stared at my face, too. His eyes softened the second he noticed something in me, and then he immediately approached me, placing his hand on my forehead.
“You are having a little fever,” Dominic whispered to me, alarmed that I was feeling sick. I almost yelped when he lifted me in his arms, making my eyes widen in surprise.
“Put me down!” I hissed at him, not angrily, though, but I knew my face was flushing red as I eyed h
