A/N: another chapter folks! Thank you to all who read and reviewed. Last chapter didn't get as many reviews as the previous ones… does this mean no one likes it anymore:'( -cries-. I don't know when I'll be able to get chapter 6 up, cuz my beta is on holidays at the min, but I'll have it up as soon as poss. Promise. Hope you all enjoy, and PLEASE review –begs-.
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It was a few hours before Jake re-entered the house, in a much messier state than what he had left in.
"MUMMY! GRANDPA!" he called as he ran into the living room.
"Jake! What are you covered in?" Sam asked when she saw the state her son was in.
"Ice cream!" he said, happiness filling his voice.
"Well kiddo, I think you're wearing most of it," Jacob chuckled, and Jake laughed along with him as Jack cautiously entered the room.
"I think you need a bath young man!" Sam stated.
"No! No go in bath!" Jake cried before running behind Jack.
"Yes, bath time," she said as she stood up from the sofa.
"No!"
"5…" she started to count.
"No go in bath!"
"4…"
"Daddy!"
"3…"
"Grandpa!"
"2…"
"Okies! Bath!" he relented.
"Good boy, come on then," she held out her hand and waited a few moments before he reluctantly took it.
"Daddy didn't save Jake from bath," he said as his mother led him out if the room.
"Either did Grandpa kiddo," Sam agreed.
"Should I go?" Jack asked Jacob, once he heard Sam and Jake climb the stairs towards the bathroom.
"He'll never forgive you if you leave without saying goodbye. And Sam will never forgive you for upsetting him. So, no, stay just now."
Jack sighed loudly and sat down on one of the comfortable chairs, patiently waiting for his son to arrive back in the room. Looking round he noticed Jacob staring at him. And not in the friendly way.
'Yeah, he's still REALLY mad at me,' Jack thought while trying to avoid the older mans continuous glares.
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"Mummy," Jake said quietly as he entered his mother's room in the small hours of the morning.
"Jake, what is it? Its 2am," she replied sleepily.
"Doesn't feel well mummy," Sam was immediately on full alert.
"What's wrong baby?" she asked him soothingly as she picked him up and held him to her chest.
"Feels sick, gots sore tummy," he said as tears fell down his innocent face.
"Oh baby, it'll be okay. I think you just had too much ice cream yesterday," she said while running her fingers through his soft hair.
"Wants daddy," he said before throwing up on Sam.
"Thanks for that kid, okay, right… bath for you," she stood up as best she could and walked out into the hall, Jake nodding against her chest. "DAD!" she called.
Jacob was at the door of the guest bedroom as soon as she finished calling his name. He looked at his daughter with sympathy. She was covered in vomit.
"I'll wash him, you go wash yourself," he said to her before taking his ill grandson. "Too much ice cream sport?" Jake once again nodded through his tears.
"Wants daddy," he repeated.
"Don't worry sport, we'll call him, let's get you cleaned up first," Jacob said in a child-like voice.
Jake reluctantly agreed, only if he got to speak to his 'daddy'.
After Sam had washed herself and stripped her bed, she took the cordless house phone and dialed the still familiar number. As soon as it started to ring she passed it to her ill son.
"O'Neill," came the muffled reply.
"Daddy?" Jake asked softly.
"Jake? Buddy, what are you doing calling?" Jack asked intrigued.
"Jake been sick daddy," he stated sounding like his father should already know. "Daddy comes over to see Jake?"
"Sure squirt. Is that gonna be okay with your mum?" Jack asked.
"Mummy gave Jake phone daddy, is fine," the little boy replied before dropping the phone on the floor and leaning over the bowl Sam had provided for him, before going to check his bed.
Jacob picked up the dropped phone and put it to his ear.
"Jack?" he asked.
"He doesn't sound very healthy," Jack stated.
"We think he had too much ice cream," Jacob said while rubbing his grandsons back in small circles.
"Yeah, that would be my fault…"
"Don't worry about it Jack, he'll be fine. He just needs to learn his limits. Are you coming over?"
"Yeah I'll be right there," he said before hanging up.
"He's been sick everywhere!" Sam exclaimed walking back up the stairs towards her own father and ill child. "Why didn't you tell mummy you had been sick in your bed baby?" she asked him softly after she sat down next to them.
"Mummy be mad at Jake," his voice barely audible.
"Oh baby! I wouldn't be mad at you! It's not your fault you're ill!" a shocked Sam breathed. "Why would you think that?"
Jake shrugged, once again leaning in towards the bowl.
"Mummy loves you very much, you know that right?" Sam titled his head towards her when she was confident he was finished.
Jake looked at his mother and smiled weakly while nodding his head. "Love you mummy."
A knock at the door interrupted everyone's thoughts. Jacob excused himself to answer the door. They all knew who it would be.
"How's he doing?" he asked as soon as the door was opened.
"Still throwing up everywhere. How much ice cream did he have?" Jacob asked as he stepped back to let the younger man enter the house.
"Um, a lot, kid doesn't know when to stop I guess," Jack replied as he stepped over the threshold.
"He's upstairs," Jacob said while closing the door and leading the way.
Jack knew Sam would not be happy with him. He was torn between racing up the stairs to his ill son, who he had grown to love more than anything else in such a small amount of time, and taking his time – not quite ready to face Sam's wrath.
"Daddy," Jake called softly when Jack had reached the top of the stairs.
Jack looked in the direction of the voice and saw Sam and Jake sitting just inside the bathroom. He noticed his son was wearing Thomas the Tank Engine pj's. He had told Jack all about the little train while they were eating ice cream. Jack instantly knew Thomas was the little boy's favourite TV show. His eyes scanned over Sam's body. She was wearing a black chemise. The straps were thin, with lace at the top and bottom of the nightdress. There was a ribbon just below her chest. Her hair was wet; he guessed Jake had been sick on her. Jack's mouth almost dropped open at the sight of her, she looked gorgeous.
"Hey there squirt, how ya feeling now?" he asked, earning himself a death glare from Sam.
"Sick, daddy," he replied.
"You'll be as right as rain soon won't you baby boy?" Sam asked while running her fingers through his soft brown hair.
"Yeah," he smiled hopefully.
It was nearly 5am before Jake finally went to bed again. His stomach settled somewhat. Sam left the now clean bowl by his bed just incase he needed it again.
She quietly crept out of his room and into her own. After pulling on her robe she made her way down the stairs and into the living room, where she found the two men. She stood glaring at Jack as she entered the room.
"What?" he asked stupidly.
"Get out," she glared.
