a/n: and now with more John.
John woke to the sound of someone throwing up down the hall. Groaning, he pulled himself out of bed. 'I am getting too old for this. And so is Liv.' He peeked in on baby Alex on his way. The two year old girl was sound asleep, a little smile on her angelic face. 'At least she didn't wake up for this.'
Entering the bathroom, Liv was still on her knees at the toilet. John bent to rub her back the way he knew she liked it. He whispered to her about all the wonderful things this kid would do. Eventually she stopped heaving and he wiped her face down. She managed a small,
"Thanks." He kissed her and left her to recover.
He stopped and stood in Alex's doorway, watching her sleep. He heard Liv's soft voice drift from the bathroom, telling their son to behave himself. He chuckled softly and headed back to bed to wait for his wife.