"Stomachache? I'll take you to the hospital." Waylon Lewis reached out anxiously to pick up Hope Williams.
Hope Williams clutched her stomach and sucked in a breath of cold air, quickly waving her hands.
"No... wait, don't go to the hospital, I might have eaten something bad. I'm going to the restroom."
Hope Williams clutched her stomach and ran towards the bathroom.
Waylon Lewis anxiously followed her, as Luke and Willow's small faces tensed up, quickly following with their little legs.
"Hope, how are you feeling?" Waylon Lewis waited at the bathroom door, anxious.
Willow, "Mommy, are you okay?"
Luke, "Mommy, how are you doing?"
All three faces knit together with the same worry.
A few minutes later, Hope Williams came out to see the three of them staring at her with unified expressions. She was stunned for a moment and quickly said, "I'm fine, I probably just ate too much for dinner, plus some cold fruit. I had a bit of diarrhea, but I'm much better now."
