The peaceful atmosphere of the Moretti household was shattered when Leo’s soft whimpers turned into loud cries in the middle of the night. Isla woke up instantly, her heart racing as she reached out to him in his crib, but the moment she touched his tiny body, she realized something was wrong.
He was burning up.
Panic surged through her veins as she scooped him up in her arms, rocking him gently. “Leo, baby, what’s wrong?” she whispered, her voice thick with worry.
The little boy whined, clutching his stomach, his face scrunched up in pain.
“Dante!” Isla called urgently, shaking her husband awake.
Dante groggily sat up, rubbing his eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asked, but the moment he saw Isla’s worried expression and heard Leo’s cries, he was instantly alert.
“He’s in pain, Dante. I think it’s his stomach,” Isla said, her voice trembling.
Dante’s heart clenched at the sight of his son suffering. He immediately reached for Leo, taking him into his arms. “Shh, piccolo, Papa’s here,” he soothed, rubbing the baby’s back in slow, comforting circles.
Leo whimpered, burying his face in Dante’s chest.
“We need to call the doctor,” Isla said, already grabbing her phone.
Dante nodded. “Do it now.”
As Isla quickly dialed their family doctor, Dante tried his best to comfort Leo, but the baby was still in visible distress. He rocked him gently, whispering soft reassurances, but nothing seemed to ease his pain.
The Visit to the Doctor
Within half an hour, they were at the private clinic, holding onto each other as the doctor examined Leo.
Amara had woken up too, refusing to stay home without knowing what was happening with her baby brother. She clung to Isla’s side, her big brown eyes filled with worry.
“Will Leo be okay, Mama?” she asked in a tiny voice.
Isla kissed her forehead, stroking her hair. “Of course, baby. The doctor is checking him right now.”
Dante paced back and forth, his jaw clenched, hands running through his hair repeatedly. He was used to handling dangerous situations, threats, even life-or-death decisions in his business, but when it came to his family, his children-he felt utterly helpless.
After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally stepped out.
“Mr. and Mrs. Moretti,” the doctor said, adjusting his glasses.
Dante and Isla rushed forward. “How is he?” Isla asked desperately.
The doctor gave them a reassuring smile. “Leo has a mild stomach infection. It’s causing him discomfort, but it’s not serious. He must have eaten something that didn’t sit well with him.”
Isla sighed in relief, but Dante was still tense. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice gruff with worry.
The doctor nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. We’ll give him some medication, and he should feel better soon. Just make sure he stays hydrated and gets plenty of rest.”
Isla’s shoulders sagged with relief, and she clutched Dante’s arm.
Dante, still worried but reassured by the doctor’s words, finally let out a breath. “Thank you, doctor.”
Back Home
Once they returned home, Isla gently laid Leo down in their bed, determined to keep him close. Dante sat beside her, watching as Leo finally drifted off into a restless sleep.
Amara climbed onto the bed too, snuggling close to her baby brother. “Leo will be okay, right?”
Dante ruffled her hair. “Yes, principessa, he’ll be okay.”
Isla smiled softly at their daughter’s concern. “You’re such a good big sister, Amara.”
Amara puffed up proudly. “I’ll take care of him always.”
Dante wrapped an arm around Isla, kissing her temple. “We make good kids.”
She chuckled tiredly. “That we do.”
They sat in silence for a while, watching over Leo, their hearts filled with love and relief.
Even in the midst of worry and sleepless nights, their family remained strong-unbreakable.