CH. 11: Daddy Day Care Part 2
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Saturday morning came early, at least it did for Danny who was actually trying to get a little rest, considering he had been working so many hours earlier in the week,
and Friday afternoon was hard enough on him, and he had no idea what the following couple of days had in store for him. And part of him, was a little afraid to know.
Unfortunately for him, his boys had other plans, who came bursting through the door, climbing atop the bed, and jumping on top of him. "Augh," Danny moaned,
lifting his head up off the pillow. "Wake up Daddy," Sean fell on Danny's chest. "Oww," Danny moaned again. "I'm hungry," Jack tried getting Danny to get up. "You're
always hungry," Danny shoved him gently. "And what about you Scott?" Danny looked at his middle boy, who had yet to say anything. "I want to go back to sleep, but
Sean woke me up," Scottie looked sad, yet mad at the same time. "Me and you both son," Danny pulled himself out of bed so he could get downstairs and get them
something to eat. Danny had just handed out bowls of cereal and filled their bowls with milk, when he sat down with a cup of coffee. "So, what do you want to do
today?" "Let's go back to the park," Jack suggested. "I don't think that's a good idea," Danny shook his head, not really wanting a repeat of the day before, or any
trips to the hospital in need of stitches like what happened to him and his father. "Let's just stay around the house today," Danny didn't think it was a good idea to tell
them about his and Jamie's plans to take them to the zoo. Knowing that would only make them excited, and give him a hard time, in getting them to lay down for a
nap. "We will be going to Mass and Grandpas for family dinner tomorrow anyway," Danny reminded them. Dreading the following morning, when he had to get all
three of the boys bathed, dressed, and presentable enough for church, by himself. "Can we just go to Grandpas and skip Mass," Jack asked? Jack wouldn't have even
suggested it to his mother, but he thought he might have a chance with his father. "Whichever one would get ahold of me first would kill me. Whether it be your
mother or grandfather, I would be dead for not taking you boys to church," Danny didn't even have to think, before giving that answer. Danny and the boys spent the
morning playing outside in the backyard, throwing the foam football around, playing with their plastic t-ball set, and rolling around in the grass. They had just finished
with their lunch of chips and sandwiches, when Danny announced that it was naptime for two certain little boys. "But I not tired," Scottie shook his head. "Well I am,"
Danny took he and Sean by the hand and led them upstairs and up to their rooms, before picking up one of the story books on the shelf. After settling himself on the
edge of Sean's little toddler bed, Danny turned to page one. Just as Linda said, the boys did much better with routine, and they were asleep, before Danny was even
halfway through the book. Tiptoeing out of the room, as quiet as he could, Danny made his way down the stairs to check on his oldest. "Jack," Danny said looking
around the bottom floor. "I'm right here," Jack poked his head up from the couch. "What you doing?" Danny asked taking a seat next to him. "Nothing," Jack
shrugged. "Okay," Danny pulled out his phone to check his emails, before calling into work to check on his partner. Jack sighed, he wanted Danny to do something
with just him, but he really didn't want to ask for it, so he decided just to do something on his own. "Can I watch TV?" Jack asked looking up at Danny glumly. "Yeah,"
Danny handed him the remote, which was kept on a higher shelf, to keep it away from little hands, and helped minimize the TV time. "Thanks," Jack stretched out on
the couch, before flipping through the channels for the cartoons. Danny looked down at the little boy's sad face, before returning his phone to his pocket. "Let's not do
this right now," Danny took the remote away and turned off the TV. "But you said," Jack looked almost sick. "I know what I said, but I changed my mind," he
enlightened him. "What can I do then?" Jack was considering just going up to his bedroom, thinking his father was going to get back on the phone. "Let's do
something we can't do with your little brothers," Danny suggested. "Like what?" Jack jumped up excitedly, his whole persona changing in a matter of seconds. "Can
we go back outside," Jack asked? "I need to stay inside just in case Sean wakes up, he might get scared if he can't find me," Danny told him. "Sean acts like a baby,"
Jack nodded. "Jack, he's only two," Danny said firmly. "Scottie doesn't act like that," Jack noticed. "Scottie has had a different upbringing compared to you and your
brother," Danny knew he didn't want to tell a five-year-old everything regarding his new brother's past, but he thought it would be okay to just say a few things that
would help him understand a little better. "When Uncle Joe died, Scottie had to spend a lot of time at daycare, and had to get used to other people taking care of him.
And when he wasn't at daycare, he was staying with me, mom, Grandpa and Aunt Erin a lot. So, it doesn't bother him as much if he can't find someone right away. Do
you understand?" "Yes," Jack nodded. "And I'm glad Scottie gets to live with us now." "Me too," Danny said quietly, before changing conversation topics, knowing he
needed to focus on Jack now. "So, what do you want to do?" "Can we play a play station game?" "Sure," Danny knew that even he would enjoy that. "What game do
you want to play? A Lego game or racing game," Danny laid out the few games that Linda approved of. "Racing," Jack turned the play station on. The two played for
several minutes, going about the race track multiple times, when Danny looked at Jack. "You're good at this game," he sounded surprised. "I like this game," Jack
smiled. "I don't see you playing it very often," Danny thought about it. "I can't play unless Sean is sleeping or mom keeps him busy, because he likes to stand in front
of the TV, or he complains about wanting to play too," Jack admitted. "I don't guess it's very easy to play with a two-year-old," Danny knew that he had trouble
watching football, when Sean kept running back and forth in front of the screen. "And he doesn't know how to play," Jack shook his head. "And when I try to show
him, he gets mad at me." "How about Scottie?" Danny found himself enjoying talking to the observant boy. "Scottie doesn't get annoying like Sean, and he plays with
me some, but he isn't very good just yet." "I'm glad you're teaching him though," Danny patted his back. "You are being a good big brother." "It's not easy," Jack
shook his head. "Let's just play the game now," Danny didn't want to get too involved talking about his other two, when this was just meant to be a little bonding time
between the two. "You just beat me?" Danny looked at the boy shocked, several minutes later, after his car passed the finish line. "That's because I'm better than you
Daddy?" Jack sounded proud of himself. "Oh really, is that so?" Danny took the boys remote away, and held it up, and out of his reach, while starting the next race.
"Daddy!" Jack protested, jumping up trying to get his controller back. "That's cheating!" "Why aren't you racing me Jack, something wrong with your car?" Danny
teased. "Daddy!" Jack complained. "Give it back," Jack said before standing on top of the couch, and jumping on his father's back. "Now look who's cheating," Danny
had to pause the game and put both controllers down, to wrangle the boy off him. "You started it," Jack giggled, when Danny started tickling him. After a few seconds,
Danny put him down, too afraid that he was going to wake up the other two, and he definitely didn't want that to happen. "If I was to tell you a secret, would you
promise not to tell your brothers until later?" Danny whispered, handing him the controller. "What is it?" Jack was beaming. "Uncle Jamie's going to come over later,
and were going to go to the zoo," Danny smiled, knowing that was bound to make the boy excited. "Really," Jack bounced up and down on the couch. "Yes really,"
Danny chuckled checking the time, wanting to make sure he had the boys up, and ready to go before Jamie got there.
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An hour and a half later, two law officers, along with three mischievous boys, walked down the sidewalk of the Central Park Zoo. "Monkeys," Scottie jumped up and
down excitedly, hanging on the bars that restricted passing to the actual cage. "Your acting like a monkey," Danny teased him. "No I not," Scottie shook his head.
"Can we get cotton candy?" Jack asked pointing out a side cart, that sold cotton candy, water bottles, and balloons. "We just got here," Jamie laughed. "You can't be
needing a sugar high already." "They never need a sugar high," Danny mumbled. "Let's go see the lions," Jack started to make a break for the lion den, but was
stopped short, when Danny grabbed him by the shirt, and pulled him back towards him. "Slow down buddy," Danny could tell the boy was anxious. "Were going to go
see the lions, but you have to wait for me. Your mother would kill me, if you got lost, even for a minute." "ROAR!" Sean interrupted, grabbing Jamie by the hand and
pulling him in the direction Jack started to run in. "I got one monkey, and one lion," Danny said taking Scottie by the hand, so they could follow, Jack, Jamie and
Sean. "Jack what are you going to be?" "A bear," Jack showed his muscles. "Lion big," Scottie said his eyes wide. "Did you boys know that the lion is referred to as the
king of the jungle," Jamie asked? "I did," Jack beamed. "That's right, you go to school now," Jamie chuckled. "I didn't learn it at school," Jack shook his head. "I saw it
on The Lion King movie." "Silly me, thinking you actually learned something in school," Jamie shrugged. "Why do you even send him to school Danny, it's obvious he
could learn everything he needs to, from television?" "I don't know," Danny shrugged. "I'm obviously wasting my money." A few minutes later, and the Reagans
moved on to the aquatics section of the park. "The seals are loud," Sean was perched on his uncle's shoulder. "Very loud," Scottie covered his ears, more than ready
to move on to the duck pond. Walking over to the duck pond, Scottie was just leaning over the edge, trying to pet one of the ducks, when it snapped at him. Startling
the three-year-old, Scottie lost his balance, and was seconds from falling face first into the water. And he probably would have, had Danny not been there to pick him
up, just in the nick of time. "Joseph Reagan," Danny mumbled. "The duck tried to bite me," Scottie looked scared. "And you almost went for a swim," Danny added,
seriously beginning to wonder why his kids found it so intriguing to wander away from him. "You know it wouldn't have been very fun for me if I had to jump in the
water, and pull you out," Danny was thinking how embarrassing it would be for him, to come out of the water carrying his three-year-old, both drenched in duck pond
water. "I don't know how to swim," Scottie sounded terrified, thinking about what could have happened. "I know," Danny nodded. "Now do you understand why it's
dangerous to walk away from Daddy and Uncle Jamie," Danny asked carefully, knowing the little boy was already frightened enough, and no reason for him to raise
his voice at him, even if he was tempted, thankful that the boy didn't actually fall in. Scottie nodded, and Danny picked him up. "Let's not do that anymore okay?"
"Okay Daddy," Scottie was more than willing to agree. "I'm definitely going to be teaching you how to swim this summer," Danny didn't even want to think about the
possibility of the boy drowning.
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One wouldn't normally think, that three grown men, wouldn't have trouble taking care of a couple kids. But as usual when it came to the Reagans, things were never
as easy as they seemed, and after only an hour, Danny and Jamie, were both beginning to think, that they bit off a little more than they could chew. "Sean," Jamie
called about the tenth time. "Come here, and stop getting away from me." Jamie sounded frustrated, with the two-year-old. They were supposed to be waiting for
Danny by the picnic tables, who had to take Scottie to the restroom, and Jamie was left with Jack and Sean. Unfortunately, Sean didn't want to wait, and he kept
wandering off to look in the cages. "Bears," Sean said about the twentieth time, begging to go across the park, where the polar bears were kept. "I know you want to
go look at the bears buddy, but we have to wait for your Daddy and brother," Jamie tried explaining. Sean started to take a few steps back, but the temptation was
too much for him, and he took off running. "Sean!" Jamie tried calling for him, but it was to no avail, the boy kept running. "Jack go wait for Daddy by the bathroom
door!" Jamie ordered, before running as fast as he could to grab Sean. The boy was halfway to the polar bears by the time Jamie caught up with him, and swooped
him up. Sean, like any typical toddler, who wasn't getting what he wanted fought hard, and Jamie landed a several swats to his upended backside. "Don't run off from
me again Sean. That was wrong," Jamie set him down so he could look him in the eye. "I don't want anything to happen to you. Do you understand?" "I sorry Jamie,"
Sean sniffled, burying his face in Jamie's shirt. "Me too buddy," Jamie picked him back and carried him back to the picnic tables, where Danny, Jack and Scottie were
waiting. "I'm sorry Danny, but he just wouldn't listen to me, and he ran away from me. So, I swatted him. He's fast for a two-year-old," Jamie was freaking out.
"Scary isn't it," Danny nodded at him. "Jack did the same to me when he was Sean's age. I don't think, I've ever run so fast in my life." "I'm sorry, I know I should
have just left him for you, but I couldn't help it. I was afraid he might get lost, or someone would kidnap him," Jamie sounded worried. "Jamie chill, I've known you,
your whole life, I think it's safe to say I trust you not to hurt my kid," Danny didn't sound too concerned. "It's not that, I just didn't feel like it was my place," Jamie
shook his head. "It was bound to happen eventually," Danny mumble taking Sean from his brother. "Sean, you know better than to run off," Danny set him down on
the table, so he could talk to him seriously. "I see the bears," Sean whimpered. "I know you want to see the bears son, but we're going to stay here for a bit and take
a break," Danny wanted some time to breathe, and give Sean a few minutes to think. "Can we get cotton candy now?" Scottie pulled on Danny's shirt sleeve, trying to
get his attention. "Yes, we can get cotton candy," Danny handed Jamie a few dollars to get the boys a snack. Jack and Scottie followed their uncle, while Danny stayed
sitting with Sean. "Are you having fun buddy?" Danny patted the little boys back. "Bears," Sean looked at Danny with the puppy dog face. "I'm going to take you to
see the bears next I promise," Danny picked him up so he could sit on his lap. "I have fun," Sean smiled at him. "You're not sad that Uncle Jamie spanked you?"
Danny sounded surprised. "No," Sean said simply. "Jamie crying." "Uncle Jamie was crying?" Danny wasn't only surprised, he was confused. "He scared," Sean
nodded. "You're not going to run away from us, anymore right?" Danny looked at his son intently. "No, I not scare Jamie." "I'm sure he would appreciate that," Danny
chuckled.
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After a fun evening at the zoo, Danny and Jamie wearily buckled three boys into their car seats. They had barely been driving for ten minutes when Scottie started
screaming. "Scott?" Jamie turned around in the passenger seat so he could check on his nephew. "What the," Jamie couldn't even finish his sentence, when he
realized what the boy had done. "Danny pull over," Jamie ran a hand through his hair. "What did he do now?" Danny repositioned his mirror so he could see the boy in
the backseat. "Joseph Scott Reagan," was all Danny could think to say, when he saw a bright red marble sticking out of his son's nose. After pulling the car over, and
into a nearby parking lot, Danny took the boy out of his seat, so he could get a better look, hoping between he and his brother, they could get it out. Unfortunately,
after getting a better look, it was obvious that neither of them were going to be able to do anything. "I'm going to need take him to the hospital. Can you drop us off,
and take Jack and Sean home," Danny asked? "Sure," Jamie nodded. "But how are you going to get home?" "I'll call Dad. He's at 1 PP," Danny enlightened him.
"Okay," Jamie readily agreed. It wasn't long, and Danny was carrying a fussing Scottie into the emergency room. "My nose hurts," Scottie whined about the tenth time
in the past ten minutes. "I know son," Danny sighed. "But you shouldn't have stuck the marble up there. Where did you find it anyway?" "It was in my car seat,"
Scottie shrugged. "That's not a good reason, but whatever," Danny knew there wasn't much he could do. "Am I in trouble?" Scottie's tone indicated worry. "No,"
Danny shook his head. "I have a feeling, this experience is going to teach you a lesson, a lot better than I ever could." "I scared," Scottie started to cry. "Keep those
tears going son," Danny whispered in the boy's ear, when they reached the sign in desk. "Maybe it will help us get seen faster." Unfortunately for Danny however,
Scottie had yet to have been taken to the emergency room in his lifetime, and there was a mountain of paperwork that needed to be filled out, before they could see
him. After working on the first several pages, Danny was grateful that Linda made him carry the card she made for him in his wallet, that had all the boy's vital
information on it, like birthdays, social security numbers, blood type, and several other things. The only thing that wasn't on the card was his insurance information.
That wouldn't have posed a problem, had it been Jack or Sean, he also carried his insurance card in his wallet, and he covered both of them. Scottie however, wasn't
born to him, and considering he just recently came to live with them, he had yet to get him added. He knew it was highly unlikely, that the boy would be completely
without insurance, and he was almost positive he remembered his father saying something about carrying Scottie on his own insurance after Joe passed away. Hoping
he was correct, Danny took Scottie by the hand and stepped outside, so he could call Frank. "Do you remember that story you were telling me yesterday, about
having to take me to the hospital when mom was gone?" Was the first thing Danny asked when Frank picked up the phone. "What happened," Frank knew
immediately, that something was wrong. "I'm at St. Vic's with Scottie, he has a marble stuck in his nose." Frank wanted to laugh, but he refrained. "Is he okay?" "He's
scared, and he said his nose hurts, but he's alright. They are calling an ENT in." "Do you need me to come down?" Frank knew that Linda was away, and he was sure
that Danny was worried. "Maybe later, I'm going to need a ride home, since Jamie took my car." "Okay," Frank started to get his stuff together. "The real reason I
called though, was to see if you still carried Scottie on your insurance? I haven't had a chance to switch him over to mine yet." "I do," Frank replied. "Great," Danny
took the pen out of his pocket. "Can you give me that information?" After getting the needed information, Danny turned the paperwork in, and made himself
comfortable in one of the corner chairs. Scottie had originally taken the vacant seat next to him, but he didn't stay there long, and instead he climbed into his father's
lap. "I go home," Scottie laid his head on his chest. "So, do I buddy," Danny more than agreed, having to take his middle son to the emergency room, certainly wasn't
on his list of things to do that day. After waiting for over an hour, the hospital staff, finally called them in. It didn't take them long to get the marble out, and for that,
both father and son were grateful.
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By the time, they got home, Danny was exhausted. It had been a long day, and all he wanted was three well behaved children that he could get to bed without any
trouble. Then again, he hardly ever got what he wanted, when it came to his children and their behavior. Surprisingly, Sean went down easy enough without much of
a hassle, exhausted after his evening at the zoo. And after a bath, and half a bedtime story, he was out. Jack wasn't causing much of a problem, he was lying on the
couch watching a movie, so Danny didn't see any reason in making him go to bed before he had the chance to finish the movie. Scottie on the other hand, Scottie was
being impossible. He wasn't wanting to take a bath, he didn't want to just sit down and watch the movie, and instead he found it fun, to run wild around the house. He
did manage to get him cleaned up, and after telling him to stop running multiple times, so he wouldn't wake up his brother, Danny finally picked him up, threw him
over his shoulder, and started for the stairs. "What wrong with you boy? Do you think you can run around and act crazy, just because your moms not here?" "I's
having fun," Scottie giggled. "I know you were buddy, but it's time for bed," Danny patted his back. "Why do I have to go to bed, but Jack doesn't?" Scottie pouted,
his lower lip sticking out. "Because you are three," Danny continued to carry him up the stairs. Thinking that the real reason he was making him go to bed, was
because he had literally whore him out the past two days. First with the swing, then the bathroom incident, then almost falling in the duck pond at the zoo, then the
hospital trip, and just because ever since then, he was proving to be quite a challenge. Several minutes later, after getting Scottie to sleep, Danny made his way down
the stairs to check on Jack. "You almost ready to go to bed?" Danny took a seat next to him. "I don't feel good," Jack mumbled. "You're probably just tired," Danny
felt his forehead, just for the heck of it. He was a little warm, but he didn't think it posed any problems to worry.
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The following morning, and Danny had to get up an hour and a half early, just so he could manage to get all four of them fed, and dressed presentable enough to keep
from getting any warranted looks from his father. Breakfast was over, and the four Reagan men were walking about the upstairs, Danny in his boxers, and Jack and
Scottie in their batman underwear. Sean on the other hand, was content to run around in the nude. And every time Danny would put his pull up on him, he wouldn't
keep it on for five minutes. "You know, if you're tired of wearing these things, you could always learn how to go on the potty," Danny said pointedly, after helping him
put it back on, and reminding him not to take it off again. After running a comb through their hair, Danny pulled his church clothes out of the closet. Getting dressed
in record time, Danny hurried into the boy's room, to find something appropriate enough for them to wear. "Do I have to wear the tie?" Jack complained, walking into
his brother's bedroom. "Yes, you do," Danny took the tie from him so he could tie it. "Just because your mom isn't here, doesn't mean, we still can't look nice."
"Grandpa would be mad at you?" Jack interpreted. "Pretty much," Danny handed him his tie, before moving on to Sean and Scottie. "Now we really have to go,"
Danny grabbed them each a change of clothes, and ushered them out the door and over to the car. Pulling into the church parking lot, Danny could see his family
waiting for him, outside the door of the church. He wasn't sure if they were still standing there, because they had just gotten there and hadn't decided to go in yet, or
if they were just waiting to see if he was going to need help, getting them filed in. Danny knew he didn't want the three of them to sit directly next to one another,
knowing he was only asking for disaster by sitting a two and three-year-old next to another. Frank took a seat on the end of the aisle, and Jack filed in next to him.
After Jack, was Danny, who sat Scottie next to him, thinking that if any of them would cause a disturbance, it would be him. Jamie took a seat directly next to Scottie,
and he sat Sean next to him. Then again, that didn't last long, and the service hadn't even started before Sean decided to make himself comfortable in Jamie's lap.
Danny was surprised, that the boys were actually behaving themselves during the service. Sure, Sean was bouncing up and down on Jamie's lap, but at least he was
being quiet. Scottie, was driving his toy cars that he snuck in his pocket up and down Danny's arm multiple times. Usually Linda wasn't real big on letting them play
with toys during the service, but as long as the toys were quiet, and the boys didn't make a lot of noise while playing with them, Danny could care less at this point of
the weekend. What surprised Danny the most however, was the fact that Jack was asleep, his head resting on Franks shoulder. That was the one thing that the boys
were not allowed to do, they made sure they got enough sleep at night, to where they did not need to sleep in church. It was even more surprising that it was Jack,
him being five already, and not normally a nap taker. Frank nudged him, and Danny glanced at him. "I think he's running fever," Frank mouthed. Danny felt the boy's
forehead, and noticed that it did feel warm. Danny sighed and glanced at his watch, he knew he needed to take him out of the service, and either take him home, or
to Franks where he could lay down. He really didn't want to get up and disrupt the service, and carrying a five-year-old out, with two little ones trailing behind him,
would certainly cause a disruption. And the boy was sleeping after all, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to just let him sleep. "I'm just going to let him sleep," Danny
whispered. Frank knew that people would start to notice if they kept whispering, but he felt that it was something that Danny needed to be aware of. Taking out his
cell phone, Frank decided to text him. Danny looked shocked when he saw his father, with a cell phone in his hand in the middle of a sermon, and texting at that. It
was a Reagan rule, that no one ever messed with their cell phone in the middle of a service, unless it was an absolute emergency. And he knew that if he even
touched his cell phone, Frank was liable to knock him in the back of the head, in front of God and everybody. His cell buzzed in his pocket, and Danny just looked at
his father. "Seriously," he mouthed, before reading the text. His fever feels high, you should take him to one of the walk-in clinics, the message read. Danny let out a
breath, and looked at Jack, his father was right, he should take him in, after all Linda would kill him if he didn't take all precaution's and get him started on some
meds as soon as possible. You want me to take him now, Danny text back. "Yes," Frank nodded. You take Jack in my car, and I'll take the boys with me in your car so
we don't have to switch seats, Frank text again. "Okay," Danny nodded before whispering to Scottie to stay with his uncle and grandfather. Danny picked Jack up, and
quietly walked down the aisle. "Daddy!" Sean jumped off Jamie's lap and ran after him. Danny ran a hand through his hair embarrassed, and told him to go back after
Jamie. Danny walked out of the church embarrassed, thinking you would have to pay him to walk back in there again.
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Danny and Jack walked into the house an hour and a half later, and Jack went straight to the couch. "Don't you want to change your clothes first Jack?" Danny
suggested. "No," Jack mumbled, crawling onto the couch next to Erin. "Hey baby," Erin kissed his head, after placing a blanket on her nephew, hoping to make him
more comfortable. "What did the doctor say?" Frank asked when Danny walked into the kitchen. "Strep throat," Danny yawned. "Did they give you any medicine, that
he needs to take?" Henry questioned, wanting to make sure his grandson wouldn't forget to give it to him. "They asked me if I wanted to give him medicine for the
next ten days, or if I wanted them to just give him a shot of penicillin. I picked the shot," Danny yawned again, obviously exhausted, and it was barely after 12. "Bet
he didn't like that," Jamie said, preparing the salad. "No," Danny shook his head. "But holding him down for just a few minutes, seemed easier than chasing him up
and down the stairs for the next several days," Danny had a point. "They also said that with the injection he should start feeling better a lot sooner. So, score for me
and Linda when she gets home." "Did you call Linda, and tell her that he's sick," Frank wondered? "No, and I'm not planning on it either," Danny admitted. "She takes
care of the kids when their sick all the time. Besides I already took care of the hard part, I took him to the doctor and had to hold him down." "Where did he get the
shot at?" Jamie had a feeling he knew the answer to that question. "Right in the butt," Danny ran a hand over his face. "Poor kid," Jamie mumbled. "He's probably
dramatized." "He is not," Danny enlightened him. "He didn't even cry. My kids tough, unlike you when you were a kid. I still remember hearing you bawl when you
had to get a shot. And I was in the waiting room." "It hurt," Jamie tried picking up for himself. "Big baby," Danny teased. "Why are you always picking on me?" Jamie
asked the question that he had been thinking, almost his entire life. "I don't know," Danny thought about it. "Just lucky I guess." Danny said walking out of the room
to check on his other two children. "Hey where's Jack?" Danny asked his sister, when he noticed he wasn't on the couch, and his sister was coming down the stairs. "I
told him he might feel better, if he took a bath. So, I helped him get situated, and he's relaxing." "Awe thanks Erin, I appreciate it," Danny said looking around the
living room for the little ones. "Things getting to be a little too much for Detective Daddy?" Erin smiled at him. "Course not, I could do this every day," Danny grinned.
"Liar," Erin laughed. "Okay, maybe I am a little wore out," he admitted. "So, do you know where Sean and Scottie are?" Danny noticed that he had yet to see Sean
and Scottie since he got there. "There in the backyard playing with Nicki," Erin glanced out the back door to check on them. "So, have you called Linda and told her
that Jacks sick?" "What is with everyone asking me if I called Linda? I think I can handle a sick five-year-old." "Just admit it, your exhausted," Erin took a seat next to
him on the couch. "If I told you everything those boys have put me through this weekend, you would be asleep," Danny said calling the kids in to get washed up for
dinner.
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As much as Danny wanted to stay at his father's house with the rest of his family, where he had help. He knew he needed to get Jack home so he could get him to
bed. Jack didn't exactly want to go to sleep, so Danny compromised with him, saying he could lay down in his and Linda's room and watch TV, as long as he stayed in
bed resting. With Jack semi taken care of, Danny moved on to his youngest rugrats. "Bath time boys," Danny found them downstairs playing with their toy airplanes.
"Hey, hey, hey," what has your mother told you two about throwing your planes in the in the house?" "To be careful," Scottie picked his plane up off the floor. "No,"
Danny said sternly. "You're only supposed to play with them outside." "Sorry Daddy," Sean climbed onto the couch, so he could jump up at Danny. Danny caught him,
and then carried him up the stairs, and into the bathroom, with Scottie trailing behind him. "Can we play with the shaving cream?" Scottie asked pulling his shirt off.
"Do you promise to go to bed right afterwards?" Danny was willing to use the shaving cream as a bargaining chip. "Yes," Scottie was quick to agree. "Okay then,"
Danny figured he scored big time with that idea. Whereas his bargaining worked with Scottie, Sean was another story. Danny was just helping Scottie brush his teeth,
when he heard Jamie call from downstairs. "You still alive big brother?!" "Barely, but yes!" Danny hollered back. The second Sean heard his uncles voice, he jumped
out of the bathtub, and ran straight down the stairs to see him, not even considering grabbing a towel or drying off first. Jamie had just started for the stairs, when he
was combated by a toddler. "There's a naked boy running around. I'm definitely, in the right place," Jamie teased, when he saw his brother running down the stairs,
with a pull up and a set of pajamas in his hand. "Can you get him dressed, please," Danny tossed the pull-up and PJ's at him. "Uh, sure," Jamie followed his brother
and nephew up the stairs. "So, what are you doing here anyway?" Danny asked looking over his shoulder. "Dad asked me to come by and check to see how you were
doing, on my way home," Jamie said trying to figure out, the front from the back of the pull up. "I'm still alive, if that's what you're asking," Danny was trying to
remember where he left Scottie.
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By the time, Monday morning got there, there were dirty dishes pilling up in the sink, and dirty laundry overflowing out of the hamper and onto the floor. Danny knew
he needed to get the dishwasher stacked, and a load of laundry in the wash machine, but there was only one problem, he was exhausted and didn't have the energy
to even move. He was perched on the couch at the moment, and had three sleeping boys laying on top of him. It was just a little after the boy's nap, and Sean and
Scottie were playing in their blanket fort, while Danny was upstairs taking Jack something to drink, when Linda came through the door. "Mommy!" Both boys ran to
their mother excitedly. "My babies," Linda hugged and kissed them. "I missed you both so much." "We missed you too Mommy," Scottie smiled at her. "Where's your
Daddy at?" Linda couldn't help but feel a little concerned. "Jack sick," Sean answered her question. "What?" Linda started to make a rush for the stairs, but stopped
when she saw Danny coming down. "Hey babe. Did you have fun at the spa?" "Why didn't you call and tell me that Jack was sick? I would have come home to take
care of him," Linda felt bad that she wasn't there when her baby needed her. "Linda, it was fine. You are always telling me that I'm their father and need to take more
initiative with them, so I did. Besides, you take care of them all the time. It was only fair for me to do the same. And I kind of enjoyed spending time with them,"
Danny admitted. "When did you realize that? After they were asleep for the night," Linda guessed. "Pretty much," Danny had to admit it sounded bad, but he had to
agree, they were good when they were asleep.
I'm bound to start having Blue Bloods withdrawals tonight, since theirs no new episode. But on the bright side, at least it has been renewed for season 8.
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