My Mate Has Two Wolves

Blake's POV

Catherine blushed slightly at my words. She said, "I want to be here for a while longer."

"Then I'll be here with you," I said.

Catherine shook her head and said, "I'm done. You should head out. I need to change."

"What if I don't want to go out?" I said cheekily.

Catherine frowned. Then she ignored me and stood up straight.

After she took off her wet clothes with her back to me, she reached out to take the white bathrobe next to her and wrapped her warm body. Then she turned around and said, "I'm going to sleep. Take your time."

I was stunned for a long time.

Why did I feel that I had been eased?

When I left the bathroom, I paused and subconsciously walked to another guest room.

I pushed open the door and saw Catherine, who was already asleep with a quilt in her arms. She had already taken the medicine placed on the table.

I was still worried. I walked to the side of the bed and bent down. I reached out and placed my hand on her still-hot forehead. The fever was going away, and her forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Catherine opened her eyes in a daze and turned her head.

"Go to sleep." I stroked her soft long hair and said in a low and gentle voice, like I was coaxing a child.

"You should, too," Catherine whispered.

"OK. I'll sleep now." I couldn't help but bend down and kiss the corner of her mouth. Then I tucked her in and left.

When I returned to my room, I saw that Hedwig had kicked the quilt off her body.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

As soon as I reached out, Hedwig immediately hugged my hands with her two chubby hands. Her face rubbed against my hand, as if she were a kitten, and she muttered, "Mommy..."

Hedwig's tender and childish voice made my heart melt. She relied on Catherine so much.

She was instinctively seeking the warmth of her mommy, though she was asleep.

I was a little disappointed that Hedwig was not calling me.

"Sweetheart, have a good dream!" I leaned over, kissed Hedwig on the head gently, and whispered my blessing.

I didn't know if Hedwig had heard me. She was still sleeping soundly, holding one of my big hands.

The next morning arrived.

It had been sunny for many days. However, the weather today suddenly changed. It started raining heavily early in the morning.

Such a kind of weather killed one's mood.

Hedwig was in my arms. She reached out to touch my face in a daze.

When Hedwig opened her eyes and saw that it was my chin that she was touching, she immediately exclaimed, "Daddy, why are you here? Where is mommy?"

I looked down at her surprised expression and chuckled in a low voice. "Your mommy is sleeping in the room next door. Daddy held you when you were asleep last night."

"Mommy went to sleep with Noah?" Hedwig pouted unhappily.

"No. Your mommy caught a cold. She didn't want to infect you, so she went to the guest room to sleep." I touched Hedwig's head and checked the time. "It's time to get up!"

Hedwig sat up, her face full of worry. "Is mommy sick? I want to see her!"

"Daddy will take you to mommy after you wash up!" I took Hedwig to the bathroom.

"Alright!" Hedwig agreed.

After washing up, we went to Catherine's room and opened the door to see that Catherine was still sleeping.

"Is mommy still sick?" Hedwig asked worriedly.

I walked over and reached out to touch Catherine's forehead. It was still very hot. It seemed that yesterday's medicine did not kick in much.

"Hedwig, go downstairs to have some breakfast. I will take your mommy to the doctor later." I decided. Taking medicine without the doctor's instruction didn't sound right to me.

Hedwig nodded obediently. "OK. I will go down now. Daddy, take care of mommy. Otherwise, I will not be at ease going to school!"

I looked at Hedwig's serious expression and chuckled. "Don't worry. I will take care of mommy."

Catherine turned her dizzy head. She opened her eyes and saw Hedwig's face.

"Mommy, you're awake. You're sick!" Hedwig immediately leaned over and kissed Catherine on the cheeks repeatedly. "Mommy, get better soon. Hedwig can't be without you!"

Catherine stroked Hedwig's head and said, "I'm fine. I will be alright after taking some medicine."

Just then, Noah pushed open the door and came in. As soon as he came in, he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Hedwig immediately shouted, "Mommy is sick!"

Noah immediately ran to the bedside to check on Catherine. "Mommy, your face is so pale. You are sick!"

Seeing how concerned the two kids were about Catherine, I was glad that I didn't separate her from them.

"Hedwig, Noah, go downstairs for breakfast. I will take your mommy to see a doctor today," I comforted them with a smile.

"Daddy, mommy doesn't like bitterness. Ask the doctor to prescribe her some sweet medicine!" Noah immediately instructed me seriously.

I pulled a wry face and could only nod. "Alright. I'll see to it."

The kids went down to have breakfast only after being reassured a few times.

After they left, I sat by Catherine's bed and stroked her back, only to find that it was still burning hot.

"Time for you to get up as well. Let's go see the doctor!" I patted her hand that was out of the quilt and said in a gentle tone.

After a night of rest, Catherine wasn't better. Instead, she was doing worse. It seemed that the medicine she took yesterday didn't work.

"Well, I guess I have to," Catherine said.

I chuckled and said, "Don't worry. Noah said you'd only get sweet medicine." 

"That's not important! I just want to get better as soon as possible. I feel so sick!" Catherine said and got out of bed.

I stood outside the door and waited for Catherine to change her clothes. Suddenly, I heard Patricia's voice behind me. She said, "Blake, why are you still upstairs? Go down and eat."

Patricia continued, "I heard she was sick. Take her to the doctor later. Emerson and I will take the kids to school."

"OK, Patricia. Be careful on your way!" I said.

Before closing the door, Patricia reminded me, "Remember to eat something before leaving!"

Looking at the closed door, I shrugged speechlessly. "Patricia is so nagging."

Catherine chuckled. "That's because she cares about you. Being cared for by family is lucky. But many people fail to appreciate it."

I nodded in agreement. "You are right. Though I complain about her, deep down, I am very content."