The CEO's Trio ~ Fifteen

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Chapter 15| Don't leave me..

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"You're still here?" His deep voice croaked, I pivoted glancing at Sebastian who was clutching on to the counter tightly like his life depended on it. His brown eyes were watching me carefully as I looked around the kitchen.

"Yes, Olive hasn't woken up yet and I want to feed her before I go." I explained, looking him up and down. He was undeniably pale, he was even beginning to look slightly green, "Are you alright?" I questioned as tried to stand up straight.

"I'm fine." He tried to growl, but it came out quiet and unsteady.

"No you're not. You're sick." I announced, grabbing a glass cup and filling it up with water, "You're not going to work like this." I instructed, placing my hand on his burning forehead.

He felt like a radiator.

"Rylee, I'm fine. I'm just tired that's all." He protested, removing my hand from his firelike forehead. His voice was scratchy and croaky.

"Well atleast let me call the doctor, then he'll decide whether you're fine or not." I handed him the glass of water and pointed to his bedroom. He didn't even protest.

"Lay down." I ordered, pointing to his bed. He lay down on his bed and I grabbed one of the babies thermometer and stuck it in his mouth.

"You're treating me like a baby." He grumbled, the thermometer still hanging in his mouth. I rolled my eyes at his childishness

I stood up to leave the room but then I heard his pleading voice. "Rylee!" He called, "Stay. Please."

I sighed, and walked back to his bed, sitting on the edge, "I'll stay with you until you call asleep, then I'll call the doctor."

"The worst I've ever got was a cold," he muttered, closing his eyes and raising his sweaty hands, "I don't know what's happening to me."

"Shhh." I hushed, removing his dark hair from his face and brushing it back, "You'll be alright."

How could someone so beautiful be so cold.

Sebastian was sick a total of three more times before he finally fell asleep. I had never been this sick before so I didn't understand the pain he was going through.

He refused paracetamol for his headache and cramps, and hardly drank any water.

Sebastian pulled me closer towards him, and I nuzzled my face in his chest. He'd requested I lay with him and wouldn't take no for an answer, then he had wrapped his arms around me, giving me no way to escape.

Not that I wanted to. This felt nice.

But I knew I had to call Dr Graham before Sebastian woke up, I gently tried to remove his arms from my waist, only to have him wrap it tighter.

"No." He muttered, his voice laced with sleep. "Stay Rylee. Please. I need you."

"Sebastian... I need to call Dr Graham." I told him, trying to escape his right grasp once again, "I just want to make sure you're alright, and I need to check up on Olive and Oliver."

He soflty sighed, and let me go.

I got up once again, and walked into the living room, picking up my phone and checking through a book called 'important phone numbers' and looking for Dr Graham.

I spotted his number and dialed it, he picked up almost instantly and I then explained Sebastians problem.

"I'll be over soon." He informed me, hanging up the phone.

I rushed into Olive's room after washing my hands and quickly changed her diaper before moving onto Oliver's room so I could feed Olive there, while watching Oliver play.

Oliver was very peaceful today, he just sat on the ground with his toy card and quietly played.

After I finsished feeding Olive, I scooped up Oliver, and jogged over to the kitchen. I placed Oliver in his high chair and Olive in her baby swing.

I quickly fed Oliver some instant mashed potatoes, giving Olive a little bit to taste and put on Dora the Explorer for both of them to watch.

"Rylee." I heard Sebastian moan loudly, just as the doorbell rang. I opened the door for doctor Graham and led him to the barely conscious Sebastian.

"He's been like this all morning." I informed Dr Graham, "He's been throwing up, he has stomach cramps and a headache and he has a fever."

"Has he eaten anything out of the norm?" Dr Graham questioned, glancing at Sebastian through his glasses.

"... Yesterday, he had some chicken that I got from a restaurant." That was the only unsual thing I could think of.

"Is that so Mr Reynolds?" DR Graham glanced at him again, Sebastian slowly nodded.

"Food poisoning." He announced, "Maybe he chicken wasn't cooked properly or something, but it'll clear in a few days time in the mean time, always keep him hydrated, when he's up to eating feed him bland food such as crackers or toast and make sure he gets plenty of rest. Keep the babies away from the vomit and everything should he fine. "

I nodded, eagerly taking in every word, while I ran my hand through Sebastian dark and damp hair.

"Oh Rylee, I feel like I got hit by a bus." He mumbled, and I giggled softly, stroking his hair.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, it looks like you got hit by a bus too." I teased, laughing, he glared at me but I could tell he wanted to laugh too.

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*SEBASTIAN*

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I fell in and out of consciousness a lot, but whenever I opened my eyes Rylee was always there.

She was either trying to feed me, or stroking my hair. She even brought Oliver and Olive to come and sit with me for a while, but they were forced to leave when I got sick again.

"Poor daddy." Oliver mumbled, as Rylee led him out of my bedroom, "I wan' him to be betto' so he can pway wiv me."

"All daddy needs to do is rest and then he'll be as right as rain." Rylee explained to him.

"I kiss him so he gets betto?" Oliver asked, turning around to face me. Rylee brought him back to my bed and lifted him up so he could kiss my forehead.

"Be betto daddy. We wuv you." He smiled and waved as Rylee carried him out, leaving me alone.

I raised my hand and hit it on my forehead, multiple times. What was I thinking yesterday? I had been so horrible to her and she is so good to me?

Here she is looking after me, when she could probably be back at home with her family. I don't deserve her kindness.

But, whenever Jacob was involved I just couldn't control my anger.

The door opened and Rylee walked in holding a glass of water and some crackers. She sat on the side of my bed and stared at me.

"Open your mouth." She instructed, and I groaned.

"I'm not hungry." I protested but she shook her head.

"It wasn't a question it's an order, now open your mouth." She instructed, and I slightly parted my lips. I took a few small sips of water and one cracker, before closing my lips for good.

No more food.

"Sebastian you've got to eat, everything you've eaten, you've thrown it up. You must be starving." She frowned, slightly sticking out her bottom lip, "And if you're not going to eat, atleast take paracetamol."

"No." I turned away from her, the thought of eating again made me want to throw up.

"Sebastian, stop being such a baby and eat." She growled, leaning closer to me, her eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"Not hungry."

"Sebastian." She growled, her voice laced with anger and irritation. I liked it when she said my name like that.

"Feed me." Her jaw dropped at my order as I raised a challenging eyebrow.

"W-what?" She stuttered nervously.

I opened my mouth and pointed to it, "Feed me."

She rolled her eyes, grumbling about how immature I was then picked up a cracker and held it to my lips.

"If you want me to feed you, you have to cooperate." She frowned pushing the cracker in my mouth.

I began munching on the hard and tasteless cracker, my eyes not leaving Rylee once.

"Onto the next." She announced, picking up another cracker.

I rolled my eyes, "This is disgusting."

"It's better than you throwing up everywhere. Please, Seb, for me?" She asked batting her eyes and pouting.

God damnit. How can I resist?! Don't give in.

"Pretty please, Bash? Please." She pleaded, making it so hard to resist those big brown eyes, "There's only a few left."

I picked up a cracker from the plate, even though I really didn't want to eat. I just like seeing her happy. I finished the glass of water but that was all I could take.

She beamed at me and ruffled my hair, "Thank you!"

I just rolled my eyes.

"Are the kids napping?" I questioned and she nodded slowly, placing the glass cup on the plate, ready to leave, but I wasn't ready to let her go.

"Lay with me." I ordered, and she raised an eyebrow, "Please." I added, she rolled her eyes and put the plate down before crawling into bed with me.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into my chest, inhaling her sweet citrus smell.

I brought my nose close to her fluffly hair. She was perfect. I listened to her steady breathing, and watched her while she slept next to me.

She'd been running around, caring for the kids and I and hadn't had a single break. I ran my finger down her soft skin.

I looked into the baby moniter that Rylee had placed on my bed side table and watched Olive as she lay awake in her crib, quietly trying to roll over.

Her face was scrunched up like she wanted to cry, but she wasn't making any sound. I removed my hands from Rylee's waist and stood up.

It felt so weird to be standing up, without holding anything to hold onto, my legs felt like noodles. But I powered through it and walked to the nursery where Olive was laying on her stomach, trying to reach for her pacifier that was in front of her. She opened her mouth and began to wail.

I bent down and picked her up, gently rocking her, hopefully Rylee hadn't heard. I wanted her to rest.

Olive calmed down, as she snuggled further in my chest. She really is such a beautiful baby, and takes after her mother.

"Sebastian?! You're supposed to be in bed, resting." Rylee exclaimed, rushing over to me and taking Olive from me.

"She was going to start crying to and you needed a break." I protested and she smiled softly.

"Atleast now I know where Oliver got his cute personality from." She pressed her lips to my cheek, "Thank you, but I'm fine and you're not. Now go back to bed and sleep."

I obeyed her instructions and went back to bed, taking off my sweaty shirt and not bothering to replace it. I lay in bed for a while until I heard Rylee giggle from the baby moniter.

"Jacob, I honestly don't know how you got my number. But if you ever call again and use that pick-up line, I'll block you." She giggled, and my jaw clenched at the mention of that name.

She laughed again, "No I won't go out with you. You're just not my type."

She put Olive in the crib and walked around the room, "There's nothing going on Sebastian and I. I'm just his nanny."

No you're not Rylee, God you're so much more.

She chuckled, "I'm going to hang up now." And with that she hung up the phone and smiled to herself.

Why was he calling and why she talking to him? Even laughing at his jokes?

I told her not to talk to him and she still didn't listen! Jacob was nothing but trouble. I sat up, my fists clenched.

I wanted to find him and punch him.

Rylee walked into the bedroom and I raised my head, not bothering to hide my anger.

I didn't like her talking to him!

"Sebastian.." She began, but I cut her off.

"How many times? How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from him?" I demanded, standing up. "You're mine, Rylee. You're not allowed to speak to him."

"You're only saying I can't talk to him because you're jealous." She snapped, "I'm not your kid Sebastian, I'm my own person I can talk to whoever I want to talk to."

"Oh yeah?" I challenged, we'll see about that.

I walked over to her and kept on walking until her back was pressed up against the wall. I took her phone from her hands and snapped it in two.

Her mouth fell open as she stared at the broken phone pieces that I had dropped on the floor.

Oh my God, what did I just do?

"Rylee- I-."

"Shut up!" She exclaimed, bending down and picking them up. "You're such an @sshole. How dare you? I'm done with you, I'm leaving now."

I bit my lip, unsure of what to do. I had messed up big time, but I couldn't let her leave.

I needed Rylee, and not just to look after my kids.

I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back into my chest.

"Let go of me Sebastian! I have a pencil and I'm not afraid to use it." She threatened, trying to break free but I wouIdn't let her.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, smelling her fluffly hair.

"Sorry doesn't always make the cut." She replied, though it came out shaky and muffled, due to her face being buried in my chest and her.. crying.

I felt her tears on my bare chest and I felt disgusted with myself for making her cry. I never wanted to make her cry again.

We both fell to floor, but I still didn't let go of her. My Rylee.

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