a/n: I had a chapter all nice and typed out but than my computer said I wasn't logged in... ugh. If anyone messaged me and i'm now just responding, i'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone to PM me, hehe... I had a chapter done in an hour but my computer deleted it and I was so mad so i'm typing everything I remember. I'm Whelmed is being rewritten, it will be better, and their will be more words and chapters! Enjoy!

Rays of sunshine streaked through the windows of a flat in Bludhaven. A loud, shrill wail was heard in the room next to it, a groan followed it.

"Wally... it's your turn..." a mumbled voice said from the bed. Another groan was heard. "Stop groaning, the sooner you get him to stop crying the sooner you can come back to bed,"

The redhead threw the covers off of himself, swung his legs over the edge and let his feet touch the cold surface of the floor. He dragged his feet across the hallway, the cries getting louder the closer he got to the nursery. He spotted the crying infant in the dark wooden crib and scooped him up into his arms.

"Thomas, why are you crying?" Wally practically whined. The baby's cried softened and he looked up at his father, before his face scrunched up and he let out an even louder wail than before. "C'mon, stop crying, please? For daddy? For mommy?" he smiled encouragingly, lightly patting him on the back while gently bouncing him in his arms. The baby's cheeks were a deep red, and even though baby's cheeks were supposed to be a healthy hue of pink or red, Thomas' cheeks and face were flushed. Wally raised a brow and lifted his hand, the back of his palm touching his son's forehead. The tanned hand drew back when he felt the heated flesh. He sighed, but was startled when the baby sneezed, Thomas shook his head, and stared at the speedster's shoulder as though it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Please tell me you aren't getting sick," Wally pleaded.

"Babe? I think Thomas got sick or something," Wally shook his girlfriend lightly.

Blue eyes sluggishly looked up and landed on red hair and green eyes. "Hmm, what was that?"

The speedster rolled his eyes playfully. "I said I think Thomas is sick,"

Riley sat up, looked at the digital clock and saw that it was 9:27 am. She held her arms out for Thomas and cradled her son to her chest when Wally handed him over. She shushed him softly and pressed the back of her hand to his cheek, she hummed in agreement when she felt the heat radiating itself off of the infant.

"We should probably go to the manor and see if Leslie or Alfred can see whats wrong with him. I'll pack his stuff and you go get dressed," she told him.

He nodded and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips and kissed the top of his son's head before going to the bathroom.

"Well, it seems that young Thomas has gotten a simple cold, nothing too serious, though I do recommend giving him medicine throughout the week," Alfred informed the worried parents.

Wally glanced at Riley who was kneeling next to the squirming baby that was laying flat on the infirmary bed in the Batcave. Thomas' face was still red and he had sneezed multiple times on the way to the manor, he would cry out in pain and would cough and had started to get a runny nose. Thomas had his tiny hands balled up in fists and would wave them in discomfort. Leslie was unavailable that day so they had to go down to the Batcave where all the medical equipment was held.

"How do we give him his medicine?" Wally asked.

"I would suggest hiding the medicine in his food and bottles, Master Wallace, just do not force him to drink it. If he doesn't wish to drink it than lay him down for a nap and try again." Alfred said.

Riley smiled and picked her baby up, resting the child's chubby chin on her shoulder. "Thanks Al. I'm going up to my old room, you coming?" she called over her shoulder.

The speedster picked up the medicine the butler held out for him and sped up behind them. Thomas looked up at his father and giggled when Wally crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out. Riley turned her head back at them to see what made Thomas laugh and grinned when she saw his face. "Dork," she chuckled playfully. The baby squealed quietly as though agreeing with his mother.

Wally pouted. "Hurtful," he muttered but grinned when his son clapped his hands.

The couple entered the room and sat down on the huge bed. They placed their son down between them and pulled out his bottles and mixed his milk with the medicine Alfred had given them. Riley lifted him up and cradled him in one arm while Wally handed her the clear bottle. She nudged his mouth open with the rubber tip and held the bottle in place when he started sucking the milk out. Thomas didn't seem to taste any difference in the milk, much to the parent's relief. They also discovered that a week prior to Thomas getting sick Damian also had a cold but failed to hide it from the butler.

Wally placed his son in the crib that had been set up near the bed and covered him with a blanket. The speedster turned the lights off and flopped onto the bed, got under the covers, and wrapped an arm tightly around Riley's waist when she rested her head on his chest.

"I better not get sick, Damian had it and now Thomas has it, and you can't get sick," she groaned.

Wally snorted. "That's right, I can't get sick, suck's for you," he grinned when he saw her glare directed at him.

"I hate you,"

Thomas was slowly getting better, the cold almost completely gone and Riley and Wally didn't have to give him medicine every ten hours.

Riley sneezed. "No..." she groaned. "How? Oh, god, I have a headache..."

a/n: I just typed this in an hour, I had the stomach virus and the forst ten minutes into the New Year I threw up... ugh, but it's gone now! Now I have the flu...

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