Ian sat in the kitchen watching Yevgeny's swing go back and forth. The kid was still running a fever which was concerning to Ian. Even though he witnessed more horrific things than a fever every week, he was still terribly frightened of Yev's fever. This was common in parents, he saw it every day, even doctors and nurses would be terribly afraid when it was their own child. It was common, so he knew that it was okay for him to be worried.

Yev started crying again, so it was that parent's intuition that caused Ian to pick up the feverish baby.

But Yev wasn't acting normal, he was having a hard time responding to stimuli and this was worrisome. Ian knew the path that they were heading down and it was concerning.

He quickly rushed to grab Yev and he placed the kid on the carpet on his side, head tilted in case he vomited. He acted just in time to because the moment that Yev hit the floor he was seizing.

"Mick! Mickey! Fuck!" Ian shouted as the small child convulsed. "Fuck! Mickey!" He started counting in his head so that he knew how long the seizure was going.

Mickey came running in as Yev vomited, "Oh fuck!"

And just as fast as it had started it ended.

"So, how long was that?" Mickey asked as Ian picked Yev up and took off his shirt so that he could use it to wipe the vomit off the side of Yev's face.

"One minute. Call the doctor so that they know." Ian said as he Yev returned to normal and was nodding off into sleep.

Mickey nodded and rushed to the phone to place a call to the clinic.

Ian held Yevgeny close, "Little guy, you scared your daddies so much." Ian ran his hand over Yev's hair.

Mickey came back a few minutes later, "The doctor said that we should take his pajamas off and that he can take a nap. We apparently just have to ride this out. They put the fact that he had a seizure in his file though. Now we just have to hope that he doesn't have another one."

Ian nodded and stood up from the floor with Yevgeny in his arms.

Yevgeny was sleeping peacefully in his father's arms and it seemed as though nothing had happened.

Ian and Mickey brought him into the nursery and took his clothes off so that he was just in his diaper and rested him on the bed.

Mickey sat in the rocker watching their son sleep, he was concerned that Yev would have another seizure. Ian sat between his legs on the floor and rested his head against Mickey's leg, " 'M worried about him, Mick." Ian said as he sighed and watched Yevgeny breathe.

"I'm worried too, Ian. That was terrifyin'." Mickey put his head back and looked at the ceiling. "What if he has another?"

Ian cringed, "Then we have to take him to the ER. Just to be safe. They would give him fever reducers and try to bring down his internal temperature."

Mickey sighed, "Fuck."

"Yeah. Tell me about it."

They sat on the floor watching Yevgeny breathe until later that afternoon when he woke up.

"Mickey?"

"Yeah."

Ian stood up and picked the child up out of the crib, "We need to check his temperature."

Mickey nodded and went to go get the baby thermometer.

He returned with the thermometer and wiped it down with a sterilizer wipe and waited for it to dry before putting vaseline on the end.

Ian held Yev face down on the changing table, with his head tilted of course so that he could breathe. Mickey slowly inserted the thermometer and winced as Yev started to cry.

Ian rubbed Yev's back trying to soothe the child, "Shhh... Yevy, it's okay." It was really really bothering him that they were inflicting uncomfortableness on their son. "It's alright, Yevy. Your daddies got you."

The thermometer beeped and Mickey slipped it out and sighed a sigh of utter relief, "His fever is gone."

Ian rolled Yevy over on his back, "Yea! Yevy, you don't have a fever anymore!"

Yev's lip quivered as Ian put his diaper back on.

Ian hurriedly brought Yevgeny to his chest as Yev started crying, "Daddy's got you. Both your daddies have got you. It's okay. You're safe."

Yev grabbed onto Ian's shirt and held on tightly as Mickey sterilized the thermometer again.

Mickey ran his hand over Yev's hair, "Hey, buddy. You're back."

Ian pressed a kiss on Yev's head, "Thank god he is."

Yev settled down and Ian and Mickey did as well and went to go relax finally, knowing that their baby was safe.