In our entire relationship, I had never seen J sick, but that was before kids. I had read in college that because their immune systems were so weak that they got sick often, which meant parents did too. Thanks to Ivy's shots, my immune system was solid, even pregnant, but J's wasn't. At first it wasn't anything too big, just a stuffy nose, but one morning I woke up to see him throwing up in the toilet.

"Just as my morning sickness ends yours begins." I joked. "Jesus J you're a furnace! I need to take your temperature."

"I'm fine." He croaked out.

"You must've gotten the bug Violet had last week." I told him, sticking the thermometer in his mouth. "Don't move, I'm gonna get ya some water."

For once he didn't fight back. When I got back I took the thermometer out of his mouth and gave him the bottle of water.

"102.5, you have the flu. Get back to bed, you are not going anywhere today." I told him.

"You need to leave, I don't need you getting sick too." He replied.

"I won't Pud, don't worry. You need me take care of you today." I said.

I helped him get to bed and under the covers. J never let me help him so I knew that he really must not feel well. I sat down next to him, wiping his sweaty forehead with a wet cloth. He leaned his head against my pregnant belly and let out a soft purr. I loved when he let me cuddle with him; even though he would never say it I knew that he loved it too. Since Violet had just gotten over her bug we kept her out of the room, spending the day with Rocco. I had sent Johnny out to get soup, saltines, and Gatorade but J couldn't keep anything but water down.

"How you feelin Pud?" I asked him.

"Like hell." He mumbled.

He turned away from me and let out a loud cough. When he was done with his coughing fit, he snuggled back into my chest. I stroked his hair as we watched cartoons. He wasn't able to sleep due to his insomnia, so we talked instead.

"I wonder what they're going to be." I thought out loud.

"There are only three options Harls." J croaked.

"What if they're both girls? If they are then we will have three daughters. Can you imagine?" I asked him.

"Three daughters, what a nightmare!" He joked.

"I guess a joke means you're starting to feel better. One of them is sitting on one of my organs funny." I told him.

"Does it hurt?" He asked me.

"Not really, it is just really uncomfortable." I replied.

"I still can't believe I kept you and now we have kids." J said. "It's just so…mundane."

"Oh baby, there is nothing mundane about you." I told him.

He was able to fall asleep shortly after and I decided I would take a bath. I hadn't had time to myself in a while so it would be nice. The water was scolding, it was heavenly; I was so in my own world I hadn't heard J come in until I heard retching.

"Oh Puddin, you poor thing! Why don't you come in here when you're done?" I suggested.

He moaned in response, too sick to respond. When he was done, he brushed his teeth and joined me in the tub; he laid back with his head against my breasts. I rubbed his shoulders and kissed his neck.

"That feels nice Harls." He said. "That feels really nice."

"I'm glad I can help Puddin. You were so great to me when I was pregnant with Violet and now with the twins, I want to help you in any way I can." I told him.