A/N: Thank you all so much for reading the last chapter and your kind words. I tried to get this chapter out sooner, but real life got in the way once again. It is here now though and I hope you all enjoy it!

When Neal and I got back to the apartment we immediately went up stairs and got Henry into bed. We managed to wake the kid up a bit, but he quickly fell back to sleep once he saw he was back home, safe. Whatever he was given had knocked him out hard.

Neal had gone back to his hotel room after that with the promise that I would call him if anything changed. I hoped that sleeping would wear off whatever was given to Henry. He ended up sleeping the rest of the day throughout the night as well.

It wasn't until the following morning that I noticed something was wrong. Henry was still sleeping beside me, but his cheeks were now bright red and now he was shivering. I laid my the back of my hand against his forehead and wasn't surprised when I felt the heat coming off of my son.

I groaned and got out of bed. Not only had someone kidnapped Henry, but they used something on him that knocked him out and now had gotten him sick. As much as I wanted to find and hurt the person who had done this, I had to leave it up to James to do it alone since I needed to stay home and take care of the kid.

"How's Henry?" Snow asked as soon as I came down the stairs.

"He's got a fever." I sighed.

"Poor kid, is there anything we can do?" James asked joining Snow and me in the kitchen.

"Do you think you could work on trying to figure out who did this? I can't leave Henry."

"Of course."

"Thanks." I gave my parents a smile and headed into the bathroom to gather supplies.

I headed back up to my room to see Henry still sleeping. I checked his temperature first, which was high but manageable. Then I had to wake him up to take get him to take the medicine.

"Mom?" Henry said blearily.

"Hey kid, I need you to take this." I held out the cup for him.

"I don't feel well Mom."

"I know that's why you have to take this."

I helped Henry sit up enough to take the medicine and wash it down with water. I laid him back down onto the bed and immediately he went back to sleep. Once I was sure he wasn't going to wake up I went back downstairs to get something to eat. I figured since the kid wasn't going to wake up again anytime soon so I could stay downstairs and eat until I was needed.

Snow and James must have already left since I didn't see them in the kitchen or their bedroom. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, I had a better view of the loft's stairs from there.

I had just started eating when Henry bolted down the stairs.

"What's wrong?" I asked jumping up, instantly worried.

The kid went straight into the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. Great another symptom from whatever was used to knock him out.

I joined Henry into the bathroom and ran a soothing hand against his back as he continued to empty his stomach.

"You finished?" I asked, the kid nodded his head.

I gently pulled him away from the toilet and leaned him against the tub. I flushed the toilet followed that by dampening a washcloth. I ran it over Henry's face to help cool him off and get ride of any junk that was on him.

"Are you going to be sick again, or do you think we can move into the living room?" I asked running my hand through his sweaty bangs, I was glad that he didn't feel any warmer.

"Living room." He answered weakly.

I helped him stand up and together we slowly made our way to the couch. I laid him down and tucked the throw blanket around his body.

"Go back to sleep, okay?"

Henry nodded his head and closed his eyes. I gave him a kiss on the brow and was about to go finish my breakfast when the kid sat up and grabbed my arm.

"But what about Dad?" He asked.

I was taken aback by not only his question, but by him also saying Dad. This was the first time Henry had called Neal, Dad.

"What about him?" I asked back.

"I'm supposed to go see him today."

"It's okay Henry, Neal will understand." I tried to soothe him.

"No, but Dad was supposed to pick me up after school today! We were going to hang out! I don't want him to be mad."

"Your dad is not going to be mad at you for being sick. I'll give him a call right now and let him know okay?"

I wanted to calm Henry down as quickly as possible before he worked himself up and threw up again. But my suggestion worked for him and he lay back down. I picked up my cell phone and dialed Neal's number.

"Hey Emma, how's Henry?" Neal asked immediately upon answering the phone.

"Not well actually. He's come down with something, which is why I am calling. The kid is freaking out that you two can't hang out today since he is sick." I said as I watched Henry fight to stay awake so he could listen to the conversation.

"Is there anything I can do for Henry?"

"No it's fine. I just needed to get the message to you."

"Emma I'm being serious I want to help my son."

"Do you think you could pick up some Gatorade? I need to get something, anything into Henry's stomach."

"Of course. I'll be over soon."

Neal hung up the phone and I smiled at Henry, "Looks like you don't have to worry about not seeing your dad today, he's coming over."

"He is?" A big smile came on the kid's face.

"Yes, now why don't you go back to sleep so you are well rested when he comes."

I got the blanket tucked in around Henry again and he promptly fell back to sleep. I cleaned up breakfast, the cereal now soggy and inedible. Instead I ate a pop-tart just so I could have something, in my stomach.

True to his word Neal showed up a few minutes later with a six-pack of Gatorade.

"Is this okay?" He asked handing it over to me.

"It's perfect, thanks."

"So how is he?" Neal walked over to the couch and kneeled next to Henry.

"He's got a fever. I gave him something for it when I woke up, but he threw it up not long after."

We both froze when we heard a moan come from Henry and watched as he opened his eyes, "Dad?"

Neal looked at me before looking back at Henry shock written on his face. He had never heard the kid refer to him as Dad either.

"I'm going to be sick!" Henry groaned breaking Neal out of his stupor.

He quickly scooped the kid off the couch and carried him off to the bathroom with me on their heels. They got to the toilet in time, but not without a little accident. Henry was breaking Neal into parenting rather quickly; it didn't look like he was going to be missing out on anything.

"I threw up on your shirt." Henry looked at Neal's shoulder when he finished.

"Its okay kid, it's just a shirt." Neal took off his shirt and threw it into the sink. "See."

Henry didn't believe him though and burst into tears. Neal was quick to react and pulled him into his arms. For someone who probably hadn't spent a lot of time around children he was a natural. You would never suspect that this was his first time dealing with his sick son.

While Neal worked on calming Henry down I prepared another washcloth and handed it him to wash the kid's face. Then I ran upstairs to grab the thermometer. When I got back down Henry's tears had mostly stopped and all that was left were a few sniffles.

"Stick it in his ear, press the button, and when it beeps take it out." I held the thermometer out to Neal.

He followed the instructions perfectly, "102. Is that bad?"

"It's high, but manageable. Let's get him back onto the couch."

While Neal picked the now sleeping Henry up and carried him to the couch I headed into Snow and James' room to get him a clean shirt. I figured James wouldn't mind if he borrowed one until his was clean.

"Thanks." Neal said when I tossed him the shirt. "You don't have to wash that." he yelled out as he watched me walk into the bathroom and come back out with his dirty shirt.

"It's no problem." I waved off and headed into the laundry room.

I had a load of wash to do anyway, it wasn't like I was going out of my way to wash Neal's shirt.

When I came back out into the living room Neal was sitting on floor watching Henry sleep.

"Hard to believe isn't it?" I whispered so not to startle him or wake the kid.

"Yeah. I still can't believe he's ours." Neal responded, but never took his eyes off our sleeping son.

"Neither can I and I raised the kid."

"And you did an amazing job at that. I just wish I could have been there to help."

I sighed, "Neal."

"I mean it Emma." He broke his gaze away from Henry to look at me. "I was telling you the truth before; if I had known you were pregnant I would have never listened to August."

"I know, but at least you are here now."

"Yeah, and I don't plan on leaving you or our son ever again."

Neal turned back to watching Henry. I sat down next to him and together we sat in silence, lost in our own thoughts. For once it wasn't awkward; it almost felt like old times. Or maybe this is what it would have been like, had Neal not left us.

I usually tried not to dwell on what our lives would have been like had he stuck around. There was never a doubt in my mind that Neal would have made a good father, seeing with him with Henry now only reinforced that. Before I had only wished that Neal would have been there for Henry, but moments like this one reminded me why I fell in love with the guy and maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he was there for me too.

The rest of our day was spent mostly in silence and taking care of Henry. Occasionally we would talk, but never above a whisper since we didn't want to disturb the kid.

During the few moments Henry was awake and not throwing up we did our best to push the Gatorade so he would have something in his stomach. We also rotated off with washcloths to try and ease his fever. I hadn't given him any more medication afraid he would only throw it up again.

When it got late enough I had Neal carry Henry upstairs and put him into a clean pair of pajamas.

"Thanks for everything." I said once our son was tucked into bed.

"Of course! Do you think it would be all right if I crashed here? I don't know it just feels weird leaving you and Henry when he is still sick."

"Sure, though I don't have an extra bed or even a couch to offer you."

"It's fine, I've slept in worse places than a chair before."

"As long as you don't mind; at least I can offer you a blanket and pillow."

With a final smile I headed downstairs to get ready for bed and grab the stuff for Neal. When I got back up he was already set up in the chair beside the bed.

"Thanks." He said as I handed him the pillow and blanket.

I gave him a smile and climbed into bed next to Henry. "Goodnight Neal."

"Goodnight Emma."

I fell asleep quickly, mostly from exhaustion of taking care of the kid all day, but there was also something comforting about having Neal in the same room.

I woke up in the middle of the night to see Henry's side of the bed empty. I waited a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark before I went to find him. It didn't take very long. Neal had a slumbering Henry on his lap, both wrapped up in the blanket I had given him earlier.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you." Neal whispered.

"It's fine, what's going on?" I asked sitting up in bed.

"Henry started moaning in his sleep. I was worried he was going to get sick again, but he immediately calmed down once I picked him up. I can put him back now; I don't think he will wake up again."

"Do you want to join us?" I asked before I could fully think through my question.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, there is enough room for the three of us. Plus it'll make Henry happy."

Neal shrugged, "If you're sure."

"I am."

Neal got up from the chair and I pulled back the covers so that he could lay Henry down. I scooted over creating more room for the two of them. We weren't that squished in the bed, it was actually kind of comfortable.

"You good?" I asked Neal.

"I'm great. Good night, again."

"Night."

I rolled over onto my side and instantly fell back to sleep feeling content knowing my son and his father were by my side.