I apologize for the long wait between updates! I've been so busy and sometimes as a writer you just have no idea where to go in a story. However this chapter idea came to me out of the blue. I hope you like it! Please review!

Five weeks later

I climbed up the stairs to the second floor of our house and knocked on Trenton's door. When no one answered I opened the door and went in. Trenton was still fast asleep with his knee propped on a mountain of pillows. Callie was going to take him off crutches last week but another MRI had revealed that it wasn't healing at the rate it should have been and he needed to be on crutches for two more weeks. Trenton wasn't very happy because it meant that football season was a no go. I flicked the lights on.

"Come on kiddo, wake up time for school." I told him. Trenton groaned and buried his face in the pillows.

"No." He mumbled.

"Trenton Christopher Freedman, get your lazy butt out of bed." I snapped. Trenton sat and rubbed his eyes.

"Fine. I'm up." He grumbled and climbed slowly out of bed. He grabbed his crutches and started to get ready. I smiled satisfied and went to wake up Mason. I knocked on his door and went inside. I found him asleep with his head on his desk. I gently shook him awake.

"Mom?" He asked sleepily and rubbed his eyes.

"Time to get ready for school kiddo." I told him. He sighed and stood up.

"What were you working on so late?" I asked.

"Math homework." He admitted.

"Start your homework earlier tonight." I told him sternly. He nodded and I left his room. I went to wake up Anthony next. His door was open because he was afraid of complete darkness. He was buried deep under the covers. I smiled and sat down on the end of his bed. He looked so much like Cooper except for his eyes, they were the same gorgeous blue as mine.

"Anthony. Squirt time to wake up." I told him. He moaned and slowly opened his baby blue eyes. They looked glossy today.

"I don't feel good momma." He mumbled. I felt his forehead. It was pretty warm.

"What feels funny squirt?" I asked.

"My throat hurts momma." He moaned. I sighed and stood up.

"Hold on squirt. I'll be right back." I told him. He nodded and buried himself further into the covers. I dug through the bathroom drawers until I found the thermometer. I went back to Anthony's room and found asleep again. I sighed and gently shook him awake again. He slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey momma." He said softly. I smiled.

"Hey Squirt, open for me real quick." I said. He nodded and opened his mouth. I stuck the thermometer in his mouth and pushed the hair out of his eyes. A few minutes later the thermometer beeped and I pulled it out. He was running a fever. I sighed.

"Go back to sleep squirt. You can stay home today." I told him. Anthony nodded sleepily and closed his eyes again. I sighed and left the room. I called Cooper while I was fixing Trenton and Mason's lunch.

"Hey Char. What's up?" Cooper asked.

"Coop, Anthony's running a fever. I'm going to take him to Dr. Weston's office after the bus comes to get Trenton and Mason." I told him.

"Oh no. Okay, tell squirt that I hope he feels better super fast and I'll bring him some of that soup from Panera Bread that he loves." Cooper told me. I smiled and nodded.

"I will." I told him.

"Hey Char, be careful. You're carrying precious cargo again." He told me.

"I know Coop." I said slightly annoyed and rubbed my stomach. I had a bump already. It was small, but it was there. We had told the kids last week. Trenton and Mason didn't really care but Anthony was incredibly excited. I was ten weeks now.

"Okay, I'll see you tonight, oh, I'll tell Sam that you aren't coming in today." Cooper added.

"Oh yeah! I forgot to call in and tell him Anthony's sick." I said zipping up Trenton's lunch box and started to pack Mason's.

"I figured." Cooper laughed. "I'll see you tonight. I love you babe." Cooper said.

"I love you too." I told him and hung up. Mason and Trenton came down the stairs. Trenton had his backpack on already and was looking slightly ticked off. I put his lunch box in his backpack for him. Mason grabbed his off the counter. The boys weren't allowed to have backpacks at their school but since Trenton was on crutches they allowed him one. Mason went out to wait on the bus but I stopped Trenton.

"Mom I can't miss the bus." He said annoyed.

"Are you okay kiddo?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine why?" He asked.

"You seem upset." I pressed.

"It's nothing." He shrugged and went around me. I sighed, teenagers. I went back upstairs to Anthony's room. He wasn't asleep this time. He was sitting up in bed looking around dazed. He looked up at me when I came into the room.

"Hi momma." He said softly.

"Hey Anthony. How about we get you dressed and then take you to see Dr. Weston to see if he can help you feel better okay?" I suggested. Anthony nodded slowly. I helped him slip into a Lakers jersey and some cargo shorts. I slipped his converse on for him and he followed me out to the car. When we got to Dr. Weston's office I signed him in and sat down next to him in the waiting room. He sighed softly and leaned on me. After about fifteen minutes the nurse called us back. She took his blood pressure and asked about a hundred questions. Then left us to wait for Dr. Weston. He came back to see us a few minutes later.

"Hey Anthony, so I hear you're not feeling well. It says you've got a sore throat and a fever, so we're going to run a few tests and see if we can't figure what bug has got you so we can give you some medicine and get you feeling better. Okay?" Dr. Weston asked. Anthony nodded slowly. Dr. Weston pulled out a syringe out of his pocket. Anthony glanced up at me with wide eyes. "Okay buddy, I need to take some blood real quick okay?" He asked. Anthony nodded and bravely stuck his arm out for Dr. Weston. He smiled reassuringly and pushed the needle into Anthony's arm. Anthony watched as his blood slowly filled the syringe but he didn't flinch. I smiled proudly as Dr. Weston bandaged up Anthony's arm. He ran several tests and sent them off to lab promising to return soon. Anthony fell asleep while we waited for the results. He was jerked from his sleep when the door opened. Dr. Weston sat down in front of Anthony. "So, it appears that Anthony's got strep throat." Dr. Weston told me and smiled sympathetically at Anthony. Anthony rested his head on my shoulder.

"Now what?" He asked sleepily. I smiled.

"Well buddy, we're going to give you two shots and send you home with some medicine that you need to take twice a day okay?" Dr. Weston explained. Anthony nodded. Twenty minutes later we left Dr. Weston's. I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home and bought Anthony a box of popsicles. We spent the day curled up on the couch with his Iron Man blanket watching episodes of the Looney Tunes.