"Mark come here!" I yelled and moved my screaming son over to my other hip. Mark came into the nursery.

"What?" He asked.

"Please take him. He likes you better." I cried. Mark sighed sympathetically and took our son from me.

"Callie, you're beautiful, but you're a mess." Mark said and gently bounced Seth. Seth cried for a little bit longer before he silenced.

"Why won't he stop crying for me? I'm his mom. I carried him for nine months." I said in frustration and flopped down in the rocking chair. Mark kissed Seth on the forehead and laid him down in his crib.

"Come on, let's go to bed. You need rest." Mark said. I nodded and followed him across the hall to our master bedroom. Seth was six months old now and he'd caught a cold. So he was teething, sick, and tired. He was always crying and I couldn't seem to calm him, but Mark so much as held him and he calmed right down.

"Mark I'm so tired. Your sperm sucks." I said and curled into his warm body.

"My sperm rocks. It's just a rough patch. Seth is in pain babe. But he won't always be." Mark said and kissed my forehead. He pushed my bangs out of my eyes. "God, you're so gorgeous, I didn't think it was possible, but I fall more and more in love with you each day." Mark said softly. I smiled.

"Me too. Even if I don't like your sperm right now." I murmured sleepily. Mark smiled.

"Get some sleep." He whispered as I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up Mark wasn't there. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom to get a shower. Afterwards I found Mark and Seth in the kitchen. Seth was smiling and shoveling carrots into his mouth. Mark was making pancakes.

"Hey he looks great. How you feeling Seth?" I asked. Seth smiled bigger in response.

"His teeth broke through and his fever went away. He's not congested anymore either. Cold and teething knocked out in one day." Mark said smiling proudly. I rolled my eyes. I randomly sneezed.

"Ugh great." I complained.

"You aren't getting sick are you?" Mark asked. I shook my head.

"That's ridiculous." I said stubbornly. Mark smiled and shook his head. He felt my forehead.

"Callie, you have a fever." Mark said.

"Now that is ridiculous." I said pushing away. I sneezed again.

"Callie, you're sick." Mark said. I launched into a coughing fit. "You need to go lay down. Get some rest, I'll come check on you at lunch." Mark promised. I sighed and stormed off to the master bedroom. I fell asleep a few minutes later. I woke up to a cold hand on my forehead. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up to see Mark smiling sadly down at me.

"Hey." I croaked and started coughing.

"Hey, how do you feel?" He asked.

"Awful." I groaned.

"You're fever went up. Your eyes are all glossy." Mark told me sadly. I coughed again. I couldn't breathe through my nose and my head felt like it was going to explode. "Come on sit up and take some medicine." Mark told me. I groaned and pushed myself into a sitting position. I swallowed the cough syrup Mark offered. I shuddered at the taste. It was disgusting.

"That crap is nasty." I said hearing the congestion in my voice. Which I couldn't believe considering my ears were also clogged.

"Here let me check your temperature." Mark said and pulled the thermometer out. I rolled my eyes and permitted him to stick it under my tongue. After it beeped he pulled it out to check it. "101.8, Callie you got it worse than Seth had it." Mark said sadly.

"Sucks to be me." I groaned. Mark smiled.

"Not really, because you know, you've got an awesome super sexy husband and the most adorable six month old baby boy." Mark said winking. I rolled my eyes.

"You're insane but I love you." I told him. Mark smiled.

"Come on get some sleep." He said and kissed my forehead. I nodded and snuggled deep under the covers. "I love you Callie Torres-Sloan." He whispered as my eyelids drooped shut.