It is up. This one is.

Sheldon saunters the small distance into Isaac's room and can barely hear him sobbing like a distressed piglet.

Contrary to what many believes, Isaac is, in fact, a daddy's boy. Yes, he loves and adores his mommy, but he and Sheldon share a transcendent, almost spiritual, bond, unlike any other father and son. It's like Isaac is Sheldon's twin and not MIssy.

Sheldon opens the door only to find out that his 18-month-old son has decided to stop crying and play with his animal stuffed toys instead. Despite Isaac's borderline obnoxious cry, which he probably inherited from Sheldon, that boy was as sweet and as understanding just like Amy.

"Hey, buddy. Why are you up so early?" Sheldon utters slowly.

"D-daddy?" Isaac looks up at him.

Sheldon slowly goes down on his knees to see his son in his cot. That boy is a spitting image of Sheldon to the point where they almost made him a junior when they first saw him.

"Isaac hungry," Isaac pouts at Sheldon.

"Oh, I thought you hurt yourself. C'mon, let's go prepare for breakfast. Mommy's a little bit under the weather so I'll be taking care of you and her." Sheldon says

He picks up Isaac and goes to prepare for their breakfast. What could be a palatable 2-in-1 breakfast for a toddler and a sick wife? Well, he's no master chef, but a bowl of soup is a convenient way to go. He prepares chicken noodle soup, feeds Isaac and himself, and go on to assemble his wife's breakfast on a tray.

"Amy, wake up. I've prepared your breakfast: chicken noodle soup, and since you are sick, a cup of chamomile tea."

Sheldon sets down the tray and sits beside Amy.

"Amy, do you need anything done today?" Sheldon mutters while touching Amy's forehead.

"Really? You'll run my errands today?" Amy says weakly.

"Anything for you. Besides, it's a Saturday and I don't have much work to do." Sheldon smiles at her.

"That's very thoughtful of you, Sheldon. I've got some grocery shopping and laundry for you today. Will you be okay to bring Isaac with you?" Amy rises up and settles the tray in front of her.

"Certainly. Anything else that ought to be done?" Sheldon questions.

"Can please you bring me some Doritos on the way home?" Amy pleads with a convincing tone. If there's one thing Sheldon can't do, it's definitely saying no to a sick and adorable Amy.

Sheldon sighs, "Just that one small pack, okay?"

Amy's face lightens up and hugs Sheldon tightly, kissing him on his cheeks lightly. Knowing his germaphobe husband, he might push her off their bed if she kissed him on the lips in her current condition.

"Yippie! I love you so so much."

"Amy, you know that using two 'so's' is grammatically incorrect in exaggerating how you feel towards me. Using one 'so' is enough and, in fact, the proper way to do it. Nonetheless, I love you, too. Now, release me. We'll never get anything done if we continue this." Sheldon loosens his hug from her and gives Amy a peck on her head.

"Both of you take care, alright," Amy tells Sheldon as he is walking his way out.

Sheldon thought, today's gonna be a gruel one.

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