John could feel the heat rolling off of his youngest son's body and he scooped the shivering boy and brought him to his bed and peeled off the sweat-soaked thunder cats PJs from him.
Sam tensed at the fresh sweep of air and opened his eyes. "Dnie?"
John smiled and shook his head, "Hey kiddo! Its dad! Deanie's at the party remember?"
Sam quickly brought his chubby arms around John's neck. "Hurts daddy"
"I know your ear hurts Sammy. But you'll become better soon. Just sleep."
"Song?"
John sighed. Scooping Sam off his lap, he paced the room, rubbing circles on Sam's back and sang an army march. Soon enough, Sam's grip on his neck relaxed and his soft, hot breaths touched John's neck.