It was Wednesday; half way through the week. I was fixing a small supper for my family. I couldn't really cook but, when I did it was just some chick nuggets and fries; unhealthy, but oh so good. It would be ready in about 10 minutes and with that I saw my wife come through the door. She'd been working on new music with her band, but at least she was home every night and morning.

"Hey Baby!" She said and pecked me a kiss on the lips. "How was your day?" I asked her while little Bandit came walking down the stairs; odd for her to walk instead of run. "It was fine, and yours?"

"It was fine." I stated with the usually small talk. Lyn's and I always had small talk before any talk, unless the talk was important. Even when the talk was important though we would still end up asking if the other person was okay, which most people would say that was small talk.

Bandit hugged onto Lyn's leg, not saying hi or anything like usual, she just held on. Her low pig tails were hanging on her shoulder, one against Lindsey's thigh, while B's head skimmed her skirt. "Hey Girly" Lindsey said picking her up. "How was your day?"

"It was okay." She stated and leaned her head into Lyn's. "Oh good, what did you learn today?" Bandit looked down at her yellow, sparkly shirt shaking her head and answering "We minused numbers." Lindsey let her go to the floor and B walked over to me, who held supper. I put it down and Lyn's began to talk more.

"Is that it?" Bandit nodded. Lindsey had a confused face on; Bandit was talkative around us. She was shy around anyone else. B got into her seat and waited for her food, quietly. I walked over to the table and sat the food down for all of us to eat. Lyn's sat down, then me; grabbing a plate from our small table. We didn't need a big table; it was just the 3 of us. This small brown table was just right; Lindsey and I sat side by side and Bandit across from us. The brown glowed against our light yellow walls, and although the lights weren't right on the table, it still shined. Well unless, there was left over food and gross eaten food all over it. That's the reason I'd clean it so offend.

I ate my food faster than Lyn's and Bandit both; I had a bigger mouth, it made sense. I looked around the table, not much talk going on tonight. Bandit again was usually a talker, so it took up the table's voice. Bandit had eaten one piece of her chicken, as she was given 4 pieces and didn't eat any of her fries; as far as I could tell. Lindsey grabbed my plate, then hers, not thinking B was done.

"Mommy, I'm done." She stated and moved her plate over to her. Lindsey looked down and noticed that she hadn't eaten much at all. "Okay…but if you're hungry later don't expect another dinner." Bandit nodded.

"Was it that bad, B?" I asked her, assuming my cooking sucked. Bandit shook her head, still silent. I picked her up slowly and looked at her "Are you okay, baby girl?" She nodded.

"Are you sure?" She nodded again and looked down at my shirt. I put her down and walked over to my wife and whispered to her "You wanna check on Bandit alone?" I asked looking at her. She looked up and answered "Yes, I'll go give her a bath and see if I get anything."

I nodded, going off to clean off the dishes and the table. After that I went upstairs, going into Bandit's room, cleaning it up. I didn't have to, I just did. I put her favorite stuffed unicorn on her bed and fixed her sheets. Putting her dolls up with the added stuff she played with. Her room was defiantly a girl's room. It was painted pink, not too dark, not too light; just pink. Her bed was in the middle of her room, with purple sheets, and pink pillows.

She had a walk-in closet to the side of her room and her own bathroom to the other. The small window reflected on her room, and made it glow. It was beautiful, like a flower growing; or a kid in my case. I heard Lyn's talking to Bandit quietly in the bathroom. The door was closed and surprisingly that actually kept most of the sound from coming out.

Then again I said most, when you yell you hear it. "Gerard, Honey!" Lindsey yelled and opened the door. I poked my head in the door seeing Bandit in the tub still silent and Lindsey looking right at me. "Can you get me a thermometer?" I nodded and then questioned "Why?"

Lyn's sighed and began "Her head's warm and she said she wasn't feeling good. I want to see if she has a fever." I nodded and ran down the stairs. Finding one was hard, I hadn't used one before on Bandit, but I knew we had one. Then I found the white thing and ran back up the stairs.

Bandit was out of the tub with a towel on her; nothing but the towel. "Here, baby." I said giving it to Lyn's. Lyn's put the thermometer in her ear and waited a second, until it did a click noise. "101...Bandit let's get you to bed." Lindsey took Bandit into her room and got her dressed while I sat the thermometer on her bedside table.

"B, why didn't you tell us you felt bad?" I asked her, stroking her hair as she got into bed. "I didn't want you to worry, Daddy." Bandit got in comfy in bed and rested her head down. "Bandit, I have to worry and if you don't tell us I'm going to be more worried." B nodded as I kept stroking her hair.

"What doesn't feel good, B?" She put her hand on her stomach and frowned. "Your stomach hurts?" Bandit nodded. The more I looked at B, the more I noticed how bad she looked. She had a grey tent, her eyes were watery, and she was sweating. I felt bad for not noticing.

Bandit turned over, closing her eyes. I sat a trash can next to her in case she needed it. Lindsey and I kissed B's head, telling her goodnight and going to our room.

Lyn's got ready for bed while I just took my pants and shirt off, getting into bed. Lindsey followed about 2 minutes later cuddling into me; closing our eyes, without a peep, falling asleep.

I woke up about an hour later by coughing; a dry cough at that. It was Bandit. Lindsey wasn't awake, so I slowly got out of bed to check on my daughter. I walked to her room and to my surprise B wasn't in bed, or in the room. Hearing another cough, I realized she was in the bathroom. "B, you okay?" I asked her and walked into the bathroom. She was shaking her head a 'no' and sitting by the toilet. I walked over to her; her eyes were teary, her nose was running and she coughing. "Daddy, I don't feel good."

"I know B, I'll be right back. I'm going to get you some water." She nodded as I walked all the way downstairs, filling a cup of water up and bring it back to her. I sat it on her bedside table, walking back to her. She was holding her stomach, almost crying. "Do you feel like you're going to puke?"

B nodded and was leaning against the toilet. Taking a hair band I pulled her hair up and patted her back. Bandit coughed twice and puked into the toilet. She puked about 3 times until she told me she was done. "Feeling any better?"

B shook her head and a tear fell down her face. I got up with her to get her in bed. "I'm going to check your temperature pumpkin, okay?" She nodded.

"103…Oh B…" I handed her the glass of water and she drank from it quickly. This was going to be a long night.