"Jack, give me it."

"No."

"Jack, give me the beer."

"No."

"Jack, your dad is going to get angry at me, give me the beer." JD was hopelessly trying to get the bottle of beer from Dr. Cox's son. Dr. Cox was on call, and JD was at home with the children. Little Jennifer Dylan went to bed with no problems, but Jack had ran out of his room and grabbed JD's beer.

"Pawy is angwy." Jack uttered, running away from JD.

"Yes, that's right, he will be angry when he finds out what you've done."

"Oh will I?" A familiar voice made JD jump in surprise.

"D- Doctor Cox?" JD turned, completely oblivious to what Jack was doing.

"Newbie, why the hell is my son drinking a bottle of beer?" Perry sounded more confused than annoyed, as he scooped Jack into his arms, taking the beer away, and checking his son for signs of sickness, seeing there were none, he smiled.

"BANANA HAMMOCK!" Damn his inability to think up explanations.

Dr. Cox shook off the comment and continued. "Clarice, honestly, my son has a bigger pair than you. He can handle the beer, not your stupid applezweenies, or whatever you call them."

"Appleteenies. I drink appleteenies. Also, do you really think he's more manly than me?" JD sounded hurt, he was practically whimpering.

"Well, JD, to be honest, JD is more manly than you."

JD was in shock. It was the first time Perry had used the intended form of little Jennifer Dylan's name, while referring to said daughter. "You, you called her JD. You've never called her JD, ever." He was practically beaming. "And-"

Perry couldn't help but laugh. The obviously offensive comment had been turned into a compliment by that goofy smile. Looking down, he noticed that Jack had fallen asleep in his arms. "JD," Interrupting the young man, he whispered softly, so he didn't wake Jack.

"Yeah, Perry?" JD walked closer, thinking he'd be taking Jack to bed.

"Shut up." Dr. Cox pulled JD in close and kissed him softly, before taking Jack to bed. "Good night, Jack." He whispered, laying Jack in his bed.

"Good Niwt Pawy." Jack smiled, half-asleep.

"Good Night, Jacky-Dacky." JD smiled, hoping that nickname would catch on. Turning to Perry, who was glaring at him, it would not.

"Good Niwt DJ."

Well, he always was his mother's child...


A/N: This is my second story, ever. I just wanted to write this before going back to school. Rate and Review, please. ^_^ Thanks~!