Family doctor
Morgan Brian didn't get sick often but when she did, boy did she get sick.
For the past three days Moe hadn't been feeling her best, from a scratchy throat that she had chalked up to directing her teammates to a stuffed up nose that she had assumed was from seasonal allergies. But Morgan was terribly wrong, her nose and throat were symptoms to the full blown flu that kept her bed ridden for the last twenty four hours.
Honestly Moe could handle the incessant coughing. She could tolerate the constant running nose with intermittent sneezing and the fact that she sounded like a forty year old man with a smoking habit. The star midfielder would have even been okay with missing practice and a game. But the worst part about being sick, Morgan quickly decided, was telling her seven year old that she wasn't allowed to get to close for fear that the little girl would fall ill.
Morgan had woken up, still feeling sick and gross, when Kling uncharacteristically sprung up out of bed at six-thirty. Still half asleep, Moe could detect Logan's high pitched whine and Kling's lower murmur.
"Whyyyy?"
Morgan watched, with one eye cracked, Logan's tiny body visibily deflated when Kling had blocked the doorway to keep Logan from jumping in with them like she usually did on Saturday mornings.
Kling ran a hand through their kid's wild bedhead and gave the little girl a sympathetic smile.
"I'm sorry kiddo, no cartoons in bed this morning. You can go watch them downstairs."
"But," Logan's voice wavered with impending tears "but I always watch Spongebob with Mama"
Meghan tried to use her firmest voice, but she could tell that her resolve was one puppy-dog look away from crumbling. She honestly couldn't risk Logan getting sick. They had to travel across the country in about a week in order to attend Hadley Press-Johnston's first birthday. Having already experienced traveling cross-country with a fever-ish Logan before, Meghan was vehmently against reliving that experience.
"Logan," Meghan put both hands on her daughter's shoulders "you can't come in here. Mama needs to rest and get better before we go see Auntie JJ and Aunt Pressy"
"Mom, it's Saturday" Logan started to pout
"No Logan"
Moe coughed, getting the attention of both her favorite girls.
"I'm don't feel good Baby Bean. Do you think you could be my doctor and bring me some tea? It'd make me feel so much better." her voice was raw and rough.
Logan gasped at the word doctor. "Like Doc McStuffins?!"
"Exactly like Doc McStuffins" Moe gravely nodded.
By this point Logan didn't even care about cartoons. She had to take care of her Mama and make Doc McStuffins proud of her caretaking skills.
Seeing Logan's mood drastically improve, Kling mouthed a thank you to Morgan for diffusing a potential meltdown. She turned to their daughter, now looking a little more hopeful.
"What do you say kiddo? Let's go get dressed then go grab some breakfast back for Mama?"
The seven year old jumped around excitedly and her large brown eyes lit up. The little girl stopped bouncing abruptly, a serious expression coming over her sweet round face.
"I'm gonna wear Tarheels" Whitney had gotten Logan her first Carolina shirt and the little girl wore it everywhere.
"Okay meet me downstairs after you've gotten dressed, brushed your hair and fed your fish" Meghan was absolutely relieved that she could pull Logan away and give Moe a chance to get more sleep.
"Okay! Be back soon Mama, love you!" Logan's little voice carried as she ran down the hallway.
After making sure Logan got to her bedroom without tripping, Meghan turned towards Moe who had fallen back asleep. She sat at the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently remove stray hairs from a pale face to tuck them behind her ear.
"We'll be back," Kling pressed a kiss to Moe's forehead "love you"
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"Mom, I wanna do it!" Logan demanded, reaching for the tray Meghan held above the little girl's head.
Kling shook her head "Little Bean, you're a klutz like your Mama."
Logan stomped her tiny shark socked foot "But she asked me to bring her tea and breakfast"
Meghan, not wanted to delay this any longer, conceded to her daughter's request. Logan carefully took the tray from Kling's hands and waited patiently for Meghan to open up the bedroom door.
"Morgan?" Meghan poked her head into the room and smiled when she saw Morgan, fully sitting up watching a movie.
Moe turned and gave a weary smile "Hey babe, you guys were gone for a while"
"Logan couldn't make up her mind"
"NO" Logan protested from behind the door and out of Moe's sight "that was YOU"
A watery laugh turned into a cough as Logan ratted out Meghan's inability to decided on what pancakes she wanted.
"C'mon Lo," she groaned "we agreed you'd take the blame and I'd pay you in gummy bears"
Logan shot Kling an eyeroll that she could have only learned from Morgan as the girl nudged her way into the bedroom. Morgan smiled at her daughter, carefully trying not to trip as she tightly gripped a wooden tray with a mug of steaming hot tea and a bowl of oatmeal with brown sugar and cinnamon.
"Careful KlingenKid," Kling cautioned when Logan sidestepped a pillow that Kling must have tossed down in the middle of the night.
"Mom can you take this now? I wanna sit with Mama"
"Lo, you're going to get sick we're discussed this"
"She's okay Meg," Moe quickly stated as she saw tears instantly well up in Logan's eyes "really"
"Okay but be gentle"
Logan stopped right at the edge of the king sized bed, waited for Meghan to take her tray and then gingerly pullled herself up onto the bed. Morgan had to stiffle a small chuckle at how slowly Logan was moving in order to keep Morgan as peaceful as possible. After a solid ten seconds of sloth like movement, Logan made it to her other parent and collapsed into Moe's waiting arms.
"I'm sorry you're sick Mama" Logan murmured into Moe's sweatshirt, her little body snuggled into her mother's side.
Morgan smiled and pressed a series of small kisses into Lo's hair.
"Thank you sweet girl, I feel so much better. Doc McStuffins would be proud"
"You're welcome" Lo grinned, equally pleased with herself that she made her mother feel better and that she had the approval of the Doc.
"Hey, what about me?!" Kling slipped in bed on the other side of Morgan, placing the tray on her wife's lap.
"Thank you babe" a sweet kiss placed on Meghan's cheek.
The family of three spent the rest of the morning eating breakfast and watching movies in bed. Well, Meghan watched the movies while Morgan and Logan napped.
Feeling sleepy herself, Meghan grabbed the tray off of a sleeping Morgan's lap and set it to the side. Before falling asleep Kling whipped out her phone and quickly snapped a photo of Moe and Logan, mouths wide open with Morgan's head resting on Logan's, dead asleep.
@meghankling: Cuddles from #LittleBean are known to cure any cold. #LoKlingenMoe