The next morning, Soda woke up to find Ana not in his arms. He looked around the living room and got up, walking tiredly into the bedroom.

Pony was sleeping, but Toby was nowhere to be found. Soda started panicking as he ran through every room in the house. When he ran into the bathroom, his eyes widened when he saw his baby in the bathtub, her brother next to it. Toby looked up and smiled.

"I give sissy bath." He said proudly.

Soda didn't believe his eyes. He ran over to the tub and picked Ana up. "Ana, baby?! Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"She okay." Toby answered, smiling wide.

"Toby, don't be proud of this! You could've hurt her!" Soda yelled, wrapping his baby in a towel. Toby just walked out of the bathroom unfazed, still proud of himself for at least trying to give his baby sis a bath.

Soda stormed into his and his lover's bedroom and woke Ponyboy up. "Ponyboy Michael!"

Pony opened his eyes. "What is it, Sodapop?" He asked, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Your 'son' could have just killed our daughter!" Soda practically hissed. Pony blinked.

"How?"

"Well, I dunno, maybe by tryin' to give her a bath!"

"It's not that bad…" Pony said slowly.

"NOT THAT BAD?! He could've drowned her!" Soda screamed.

Pony sighed and stood up. "Well, he didn't."

"Well, maybe that's cuz I found 'em before he possibly could!"

"You should have been watchin' 'em."

Soda was trying to keep his cool. "I was asleep…" He argued.

"You should have noticed her bein' taken outta your arms."

"I'm a heavy sleeper and you damn well know that, Pony."

"That's your fault!" Soda decided not to argue any further and just walked out of the room, holding his shivering daughter tightly.

"Let's get you warmed up, sweetie…" He said, wrapping his daughter tighter. Toby walked over to his daddy.

"Can I dry her?" He asked in an innocent voice.

"Get away from her." Soda said, walking past the small doll. Toby followed his daddy over to the couch.

"Please, Daddy? I wanna dry Sissy!" The toddler pleaded.

Soda glared at his son and shook his head. "No. She's freezin' cold and you almost killed 'er, so get the hell away from us now!" He yelled. Toby went into his parents' bedroom.

Soda held his baby close and then got up to get her some clothes and a blanket. After getting her dressed and all wrapped up and warm, he sat down on the couch, watching the bedroom door, occasionally looking down at his baby girl.

Ana stared up at her daddy, still shivering cold. She then sneezed, startling Soda.

"Pony, your son got my daughter sick!" He yelled, feeling her forehead. "And she ain't even been here for what?! Two damn days?!" Soda sighed and went to get her a bottle and some cough medicine.

Soda made her a bottle using formula and mixed the medicine in it. When he tried feeding her the bottle, she refused to drink the formula. He sighed and set the bottle down.

"Whaddaya want, baby?" He asked.

Ana looked at his chest and then back to his face. "Baby, you need medicine, though." Soda said hesitantly.

Ana made a face as if she was about to cry. Soda didn't want to see her upset, so he lifted his shirt up and placed her near his nipple. Ana went to latch on, but first, she sneezed all over his chest.

"Shit." Soda muttered. "See, Ana? This is why ya need to take medicine." Ana latched onto her daddy's nipple and started drinking, sneezing occasionally. Soda didn't know what else to do, so he just watched her.

An idea then popped into Soda's head. He pulled his daughter away and then put some cough medicine on his nipple. He put Ana back up to his chest. Ana started to drink, not even caring that there was medicine on her milk supplier.

Soda rubbed his tiny daughter's back. He was glad he got her to take her medicine.