Donald Davenport walked over to his three year old daughter and sighed as she was shivering in a chair, under a fuzzy blanket.

"Hey princess, you feeling any better?" He asked as he placed his hand on her hot forehead.

The little brunette shook her head before pulling the blanket over everything with the exception of her small head. Donald sighed as he sat down beside her and kissed her forehead, knowing very well that it could get him sick, but he didn't care. This was his daughter and he wanted to help her feel better. She had been exposed to some sort of cold somehow, he probably brought the germ home from work, and now she looked absolutely miserable.

"Daddy?" Bree asked.

"Yes, baby girl?"

"I feel sicky." She sighed as she started drifting off.

"Ok, I think you need to try and sleep in your capsule so you don't glitch." He sighed as he picked up his delirious daughter and set her down in her capsule, closing the door.

Almost as soon as he did so, his six year old son, Adam, came over to him with a glazed over look in his eyes and coughing his head off.

"Do you feel bad also, Adam?" He asked, picking up the four year old.

"I feel sicky. Like Bee." He sighed as he laid his head on Donald's shoulder.

"It's ok, buddy." He sighed as he set him down on the brand new cyber desk before grabbing the thermometer.

After it beeped, the man sighed as he picked up the boy again and placed him in his capsule. He had to hope that they hadn't gotten their two year old brother, Chase, sick. He had a weaker immune system then the other two, so it would be even harder for him to get better, plus he caught things easier and every time he got sick...let's just say it got messy. Wether it had been fate, or just germs, his two year old son came over to him, holding his stomach.

"Daddy I feel sicky." He told him before leaning over and puking all over the floor.

"Whoa Chase!" Donald yelled as he grabbed a garbage can and held it under the boy's mouth as he continued to empty his stomach.

After a few minutes, the small boy stopped and started crying as Donald hugged him.

"I feel so sicky. Sorry about the floor, daddy." He sobbed.

"Shh. It's ok. You'll feel better soon. And don't worry about the floor. It's nothing that a mop can't take care of." He explained as he got Chase to calm down.

"Now, I want you to go rest in your capsule until I clean this up and get a few things. Okay?" The man asked, making the boy nod immediately. "Let's go." He picked up the boy and set him down in the small pile of blankets on the floor of it, knowing he didn't like standing up and sleeping, he had put them there so he would be comfortable. After Chase was asleep, Donald grabbed the mop and quickly cleaned up Chase's mess before clicking a button and a small couch, big enough for all four of them came out, along with a small TV screen then grabbed a bucket in case Chase had to be sick again. Almost immediately, Adam and Bree, who still felt sick, but wanted to see what was going on, came out of their capsules.

"Movies!" Adam yelled as he ran up and claimed a spot on the couch as he rubbed his eyes.

Bree sat on the opposite side of Adam as Donald picked up Chase and sat between the two with the sleeping two year old on his lap as Toy Story played on the TV. He looked over to see Adam and Bree on each side of him and Chase snuggled on him as he had been the whole time. He sighed as he remembered for a split second that these kids were not his, but Douglas's, then whispered to all three.

"I love you."

Then he heard Bree and Adam whisper.

"Love you too, daddy."

As Chase continued making small, snoring noises. Despite all three kids getting sick, this night had gone pretty well.

The end.

This story is for Ms. Nick Jonas's contest and you can PM her for details.

There is a song that you guys HAVE to listen to. It's called Without a fight by Brad Paisley featuring the one and only Demi Lovato. The song has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with the story BTW.

Thanks for doing the contest, Ms. Nick Jonas.

Over and out.

Susz.