Chapter 62

"Mama!" The door swung open revealing Sander who had a worried expression on his cute, handsome face. He immediately jumped into the bed and buried his face in my stomach. "What's wrong?" I asked softly and looked up to see Desmond bringing a tray of hot soup. "Papa said that we cannot leave today. He said that you are sick," Sander said as he climbed to the bed and cupped my face. "Are you alright, Mama?" I nodded my head and caressed his wavy hair. "Yes, I am actually alright. But your Papa said that I must stay here." I glared at Desmond who just snorted and shook his head. "Don't believe your Mama, Sander. Mama is definitely not alright," he said and sat on the edge. "Come here. Don't sit on your Mama's lap." He immediately took Sander away from my lap and brought it to him. "I am perfectly fine." I squinted my eyes at him. "You are overreacting." I meant he only hit me with the riding crop and the ointment he used on my buttocks already healed the pain searing in my skin yet