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 h
