"DADA TUMMY UCKY! VIKKY UCKY!"

I sit up from my dozing spot on the couch. Vik wails from the bedroom. Simon, who had also fallen asleep next to me, jolts up as well. Tripping as I go, I make it to my baby and nearly cry at the sight. My baby is sitting in a pile of his own sick. Tears spill down his reddened face.

"Oh, baby. Come to Dada."

I pull the tot to me carefully, not caring that his sick is getting on me. I caress his back as he cries into my shoulder. The sobs wreck havoc through his little body. I hear Simon come in behind me and coo at my baby. His hand enters my vision as he threads his fingers through Vik's raven locks.

"Pa... want Pa, Dada."

"Okay, baby. I'll go start a bath."

I gently move my baby to Simon's arms. Wary of upsetting his stomach with the movement. I press a kiss to both of their cheeks and move to the bathroom. The dingy light blinks on and the old fan starts up as well. I pull the plug and start the tap. Water bubbles out slowly then bursts from the faucet. I adjust it to the right temperature and grab the bubble bath from the cupboard. Pouring the liquid in, I hear Simon make his way so he's behind me. Tiny whimpers sound from Vik, but other than that he's silent.

"He threw up again and he feels really warm. I think he caught that bug that most of the kids at the daycare have."

"Awe, baby."

I cuddle my sickly baby and strip him, placing him in the tub before he gets cold. Instantly, he tenses at the feeling of water on his skin. I take a cup, fill it with water, and dump it over his body. Hopefully, the water can lower his temperature. Hands rub the tension from my shoulders and I tilt my head back to look at Simon. He offers a small my smile and kisses my forehead.

"Not the first time he's been sick I'm guessing."

"No... This is really nothing compared to when I first got him. It was so bad. I really thought I was going to lose him and I had only just met him."

Little tears go down my face as I remember how sick my baby was. I was so scared during those times. Simon kneels down by the tub with me and leans into my side, rubbing my back soothingly.

"He's okay Joshy. You've been a great Dad."

Vik scoops up the bubbles and paints them onto his face. He gazes at his distorted image in the faucet and laughs.

"I Dada now!"

We both laugh at my baby, rinsing off the bubbles. Simon retrieves his towel from the cupboard, wrapping him in the fuzzy material.

"Feel better baby?"

"Tummy hurt."

"What to cuddle with me and Dada?"

Instead of an answer, Vik cuddles his face into Simon's shoulder, his thumb sneaking up to his mouth. I quickly slip Vik into some pajamas. We both trek to the bedroom and we all lay down. We cuddle into the warm blankets, Vik between us; soft breaths leave his mouth as we all slowly fall asleep.