Silent Witness fic
Title: Illness, comfort and news
Rating: R
Summary: Timothy is ill and the rest of the Cunninghams attempt to cheer him up and make him better.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything apart from the kidlets :P
“Mummy where’s Anthony?” six year old Henry asked Nikki as he and his four year old brother sat at the kitchen table having breakfast one Saturday morning.
“He’s poorly sweetheart” Nikki replied, ruffling his hair as she walked past the table and placed a plate of toast in front of Owen “He’s still in bed”
“Thank you”
“You’re welcome darling” Nikki smiled, leaning down and kissing her son on the cheek and making him grin as he picked up a triangle of toast and bit a bit off.
“Where’s daddy?”
“He’s just gone to work to help grandpa with some work, he’ll be home soon and then he said he’ll take you to the park if you want”
Owen and Henry exchanged a look across the table before the oldest shook his head at Nikki who was pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
“No thank you, not without Timothy”
Nikki smiled, her sons argued like all brothers did but they had a very strong bond with each other.
“I’m sure he won’t mind” Nikki told them both but they shook their heads adamantly “Okay then. Henry have you done your maths homework?”
“No” Henry shook his head, nibbling on his slice of toast as Owen started on his last piece, chocolate spread all over his chin and some on his cheeks as well. “Can you help?”
“Of course I can” Nikki smiled, sitting herself down next to Henry with her own plate of toast and jam and her glass of orange juice. “What is it?”
“Adding and taking away” Henry told her, pouting slightly as he spoke “I don’t like it”
“I didn’t like maths either” Nikki shook her head and Henry looked at her as though she had just told him that Santa didn’t exist. “Neither did daddy”
“But you’re smart”
Nikki just giggled and shook her head at her son as he turned back to Owen and started to talk about what they were going to do instead of going to the park.
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“How is our little daemon?” Harry asked as he walked up behind Nikki in the bedroom and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his strong body and making her smile as he pressed his lips to her exposed neck, her hair up in a lose bun.
“I just checked on him and he’s asleep” Nikki replied, reaching up and placing one hand on her husband’s cheek, closing her eyes and letting out a quiet sigh. “He has a fever and a cough. I’ll give him a cool bath later when he wakes up”
“I’ll do that. You’ve been looking after him all morning as well as looking after the other two daemons as well”
“My babies aren’t daemons” Nikki giggled as she turned in Harry’s arms and looped hers lazily around his neck as he chuckled at her “And it’s okay, I’m his mum”
“And I’m his dad” Harry reminded her as he pressed a kiss to her lips “I can help too. And yes they are little daemons”
Nikki just shook her head and laughed loudly at her husband, kissing him back gently as the door opened and Henry walked into the room. He was so used to seeing his parents kiss that he thought nothing of it.
“Mummy Timothy’s been sick”
Nikki broke away from Harry and untangled herself from him when she heard their oldest speak.
“Okay sweetheart” she nodded and walked towards the door, Harry following her as they walked down the corridor to Timothy’s room. They made their way into the room and saw the two and a half year old sitting in bed sobbing quietly, tears pouring down his cheeks. Nikki’s heart sunk in her chest when she saw how ill her little boy was and she rushed over to him, keeling down next to the bed and placing her hand on his forehead. “Hey, I can’t have my little boy crying can I?” she murmured and gently lifted him from the vomit covered duvet, the fluid down his pyjamas that were also wet with sweat. “Let’s give you a bath shall we, get you nice and clean”
“I’ll do it mummy” Henry called out as he ran from the room and over to the bathroom, Nikki leant towards the door slightly and saw him lean into the bath and turn the water on, putting the plug in as well.
“Not a lot of hot water” Nikki reminded him before turning back to the crying little boy on her legs. She then gently unbuttoned his pyjama top and handed it to Harry who folded it carefully and put it on the bed where he was already stripping the Doctor Who duvet from the bed.
“Mama feel hot” Timothy sobbed and Nikki nodded, kissing his warm forehead.
“I know baby. I’m going to give you a bath to cool you down”
She continued to strip him down until he was in his pull up nappy that he wore in bed and then kissed his forehead again, standing up with him in her arms and letting him bury his face in her neck.
“Need wee mama”
“Come on then” Nikki smiled as she walked from the room and over to the bathroom. She put the toddler toilet seat on the main toilet and gently removed the nappy from her son, placing him on the seat and stroking his hair as he continued to snivel. “You’re a big boy now; you can use the big boy’s toilet”
“Uh hu” Timothy nodded, his eyes glazed over with more tears as he held his head in one hand “Head hurt”
“I’ll give you medicine when you’ve had a bath”
Harry then walked over to the bathroom and Nikki looked away from their youngest, smiling at her husband who held up the duvet.
“Watch him, I’ll go and put them in the washing machine” Nikki told Harry who just nodded and let her take the duvet and sheets without arguing.
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“Mummy why you washing Timothy’s sheets?” Owen asked as he ran into the kitchen where Nikki was just closing the washing machine door.
“He was sick” Nikki replied and Owen pouted before turning and running from the room as quickly as he had run in. His mother just chuckled and shook her head at her son’s energy and wondering where he got it from.
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When Nikki walked into the bathroom ten minutes later Harry was crouched by the bath with Timothy sitting in the lukewarm water. Nikki could see a sheen of sweat on his forehead as she crouched down next to Harry and kissed him on the cheek.
“You’re looking pale” Harry told her quietly as he pulled Nikki gently onto his lap, pressing a kiss to her cheek “You’re not coming down with anything are you? You should have an early night tonight, I’ll sort the children out”
“I’m fine” Nikki smiled and shook her head “And anyway I can’t exactly take time off from being a mum”
“Of course you can” Harry chuckled, nuzzling her cheek gently with his nose as he spoke and making his wife giggle quietly “You’re such an amazing mummy” he murmured and Nikki smiled, closing her eyes and letting out a contended sigh. “If you’re ill I want you to rest”
“I’m not ill”
“Mama out please”
Nikki turned when she heard Timothy speak and saw him holding up his arms, his eyes glazed over as he did so.
“Let me give you a wash first” Nikki told him, slipping off Harry’s lap and grabbing a flannel from the side of the bath to give her son a wash.
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“Timothy are you okay?” Henry asked quietly as he crept into his little brother’s room, Owen following him and leaving the door open slightly before they walked over to the bed where Timothy was curled up under the clean duvet and on clean sheets.
“Henwy, Owe” Timothy murmured, sticking his head out from under the covers and smiling slightly when he saw his older brothers.
“Do you want a story?” Henry then asked softly and Timothy nodded.
“Uh hu”
“Okay” Henry smiled and gently climbed into the bed next to Timothy, snuggling under the covers as Owen did the same on the other side, kissing Timothy’s warm cheek as he did so.
“Love Henwy and Owe” Timothy murmured as he snuggled down in the bed, sniffing loudly. Owen reached over to the bedside table and picked up a tissue, gently wiping his little brother’s nose before kissing his warm cheek.
“I love you”
“Me too” Henry nodded, pressing a kiss to Timothy’s forehead before he started to make up a story for his sick brother.
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“Nikki where’s..”
“Ssh” Nikki held her finger up to her lips and smiled at her husband as he stopped next to where she was standing at the door of Timothy’s bedroom. “Listen”
Harry did as he was told; he could faintly hear Henry’s voice from the room telling Timothy a story about The Doctor and his assistants in the TARDIS and on different planets.
“Our son has a good imagination” Nikki whispered to her husband who just smiled and nodded, wrapping one arm around her waist and kissing her cheek. “He gets it from you” she continued in a low voice and Harry chuckled against her skin “I know all the bedtime stories you make up for our boys”
“They had you enthralled as well” Harry told her, taking her hand in his and leading her away from the doorway and towards their bedroom.
“Okay so they did”
“Because I’m just amazing” Harry beamed and Nikki laughed loudly as she shut the door behind them and then looped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately but gently before pushing him over to the bed. “Nikki they could come in at any time”
Nikki moved away from her husband and sighed, nodding slightly and smiling when he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.
“Are you sure you’re not coming down with something, you look really pale”
“I’m fine Harry” Nikki smiled, running one hand slowly through his hair as she leant up and pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss. “I’ve just been a bit sick recently, and a bit dizzy”
“Well you’re not fine then are you?” Harry tutted, looking her up and down as he spoke “We should get you to the doctors to see what’s wrong”
“I know what’s wrong and I don’t need a doctor. Well apart from you” Nikki grinned at him and Harry frowned.
“You should go just in case; he can give you something to help you get better quicker”
“I’m not ill Harry I’m pregnant” Nikki laughed loudly at her husband’s obliviousness and she continued to laugh at the dumbstruck look on his face.
“What..I..pregnant? A baby?”
“That is generally the definition of being pregnant”
Harry ignored her laughter and pressed his lips to hers, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him. Nikki ran her hand through his hair again, allowing him to deepen the kiss as she gripped his shoulder tightly with her other hand.
“I love you so much” Harry breathed as he moved away from Nikki and rested his forehead on hers, both of them breathing heavily. “Thank you”
“You can say that when you’re holding our baby” Nikki whispered and Harry couldn’t help but smile happily at the mere thought of it.