Disclaimer: I don't own it. All I own is Trevor. I'd like to thank Jessica, Jacquine, Alonna and Sara for the insperation

It was about midnight in the Hart house. Reba and Brock were asleep. Cheyenne, their four-year-old daughter was sleeping too… and her three month old brother Trever woke up crying. It woke Cheyenne up and she went into her brother's room to see what was wrong.

"It's okay baby," she told her brother softly, trying to get him to stop crying.

She climbed into the crib and put her hand on the small of her brother's back and gasped. He was really hot. Quickly she climbed out of the crib and ran into her parent's room.

"Mommy! Mommy, daddy wake up."

Startled by the desperation in their daughter's voice Reba and Brock woke up immediately.

"What is it honey," Brock asked his daughter rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Trever's sick. He woke up crying and I went to check on him and he's really hot"

Brock immediately went to check on Trevor, while Reba stayed and consoled her daughter.

"Honey I'm sure he probably just has a cold"

Brock came into the room carrying Trevor and frowning.

"He has a fever. 105.6"

Reba's heart started to pound but she knew she had to stay calm for Cheyenne's sake.

"Brock," Reba said, "did you call the doctor?"

Brock nodded.

"He said to get him to the hospital now"

"Okay I'm sure that they just need to check on him," she said for her daughter's sake, "why don't you get him ready-"

"I get him ready," Cheyenne said, "I his sister"

Brock and Reba looked at each other for a full minute before Brock handed his daughter her little brother and talked her through getting him dressed and wrapped and ready.

"Reba could you drive. I want to sit in back with the kids?"

Reba nodded. The drive to the hospital took about six minutes.

Doctor Snynder met them right at the front door. Brock took Cheyenne into the playroom. Doctor Snynder checked out Trevor. "He's got an infection called Pneumonia. He'll need to stay here for a few days and we'll get him cleared up… it's a good time you got him here when you did or he'd have been gone by morning"

Reba almost cried. She went into the playroom and got Brock and they talked while Cheyenne was playing.

"One thing's for sure," Reba said, "I will NEVER let the kids cry it out again"

"Mommy how's Trevor," Cheyenne asked.

"He'll be fine sweetie, " Reba said, "Thanks to you."