(age: 3-years-old)
Little three-year-old Maxwell drowsily walked into the kitchen, hungry for what ever his Father made for breakfast. only to be surprised when he found his Dad was cooking. "Dad?" Ben looked up from the, what ever he was trying to make, when Max spoke up. "Hey kiddo. Sleep well?" Max nodded then looked around.
"Where's Father?" Ben sighed and dumped the food onto some plates. "He's not feeling well today. We need to stay quiet so he can rest." "Dads get sick?" Ben snickered and put the plates on the table. "Everyone gets sick kiddo. Even Dads. Eat up." Max climbed into his seat and looked at the food on the plate. "...What is this?" "It's scrambled eggs."
Max looked at his Dad confused. "Eggs are black?" Ben sat down and rolled his eyes. "They're just a little burnt, it's not that bad." Ben then took a bit out of the food, and immediately cringed. Spitting what was in his mouth in a napkin, he looked at his son. "You know what, just grab an apple from the fridge. We'll order pizza later." After jumping out of his seat and grabbing an apple, Max went into the living room to watch his morning cartoons.
Ben quickly dumped the burnt food in the trash, filled up a cup with water, and went for his and Rook's room. When he opened the door he saw the poor revonnahgander laying in bed, looking absolutely miserable. Ben placed the cup on the nightstand, sat on the bed, and rubbed his boyfriends back. Rook softly moaned and opened his eyes. Ben smiled.
"Hey Rook, how you feeling?" Rook sighed. "Not well. How did breakfast go?" By the look on Ben's face, Rook could already figure out the answer. "Not so great. Max had to have an apple for breakfast instead." Rook chuckled. "No wonder I make all the meals." "Shut up." Rook would have laughed at his boyfriend, but instead he coughed and rubbed his sore throat.
"I am really not enjoying this." Ben started to pet Rook's head. "It's a cold Rook, they're not ment to be fun." Rook mumbled something that Ben didn't really understand. Once he was back to sleep Ben got up and left to watch T.V. with Max.
A few hours later, Rook started to wake up again. He could feel someone else was in the bed with him. He looked and saw Maxwell curled up next to him with something in his hand. Carefully, without waking up his son, Rook removed it from his hand. Even with the lack of light Rook could see what was on the paper. It had three stick people who greatly resembled him, Ben, and Maxwell. at the top Max wrote. "I luv u fatr."
Rook chuckled and wrapped his arm around his sleeping son, he whispered. "I love you too Maxwell."