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Cal stared at him. He opened his mouth to say something but began to cough again, this time much worse than normal. He fell onto the ground and Andrew nervoulsy called for Gillian. "Cal?" She asked, running in. She patted his back until he calmed down.

"I don't get it..." He mumbled.

"What?" She asked.

"Why I'm-" He then puked all over the floor by Andrew's bed.

"Gross!" Andrew said, giggling.

"Oh..." Gillian said, jumping up from the ground and backing away as he puked more. A doctor ran in a with a bucket that Cal took willingly.

"He needs to go home." The doctor said, helping Cal up. Emily just now appeared in the door way.

"Emily... take him home. He's just sick and needs some rest." Gillian said. She threw Emily the keys and then walked over to Andrew.

"Alright..." Emily mumbled. She walked up to Cal and helped him to the car quickly. "What was that all about?" She asked him.

"I have no clue..." He mumbled in a scratchy voice. He held his throat and whispered, "Ow..."

"So... we are going to go home... you are going to go to bed and I am going to make some chicken noodle soup... kay?" Emily asked. He nodded and she turned the music up.

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Gillian watched as doctors cleaned up the mess on the floor. Once it was clear she walked up to Andrew and laid down on the bed next to him. He smiled and she wrapped an arm around him and lightly ran her fingers through his hair. "How are you doing?" She asked, starting the conversation off lightly.

"Is he okay?"

"Oh yeah... he is just sick... it happens to everyone." She assured him.

"Can he be my dad? And can you be my mom?" He asked with big eyes.

"I'm sorry babe... that isn't my decision... You will go to an orphange after your arm heals. Then someone can adopt you from there." She said to him.

"Oh..." He mumbled, laying against Gillian sadly.

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Cal was soon in his big soft bed, snoring loudly. Emily giggled and trotted downstairs and began to make the soup. It was the wonderful aroma that awoke Cal from his wonderful slumber. He found himself walking down the stairs in his boxers, searching for the maker of that wonderful smell.

"Dad! Put some clothes on... I don't want to see you in your boxers. And I don't want to see your gross and stitched up body... seriously."

"Naw I'm too lazy and hungry..." He said, walking over to the big pot on the stove, "Yummm!" He moaned in delight. He grabbed a bowl and filled it to the rim. She did the same and joined him at the table.

"At least your not fat..." She mumbled, staring at his bare chest.

"You like the veiw?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Wow... shutup and eat your soup." She said, throwing a cracker at him. He caught it and crushed it up, sprinkling it into his soup.

"What's the word with Andrew?" He asked her, blowing on his spoonful of soup.

"I dunno... I think Gill was going to come over tomorrow and tell us..." She said, waiting for his comment on her soup. "Well?" She asked after he didnt say anything.

"It's good." He said, getting another spoonful.

They heard a knock at the door and Emily mumbled, "Come in!" Cal ignored it and kept his attention on the soup.

"Hey." Gillian said, walking in. "Whoa..." She said, covering ehr eyes when she saw Cal.

"See... I knew there was a reason you should put clothes on." Emily said with a giggle. Cal mumbled something, but didn't move. "Dad... seriously..." Emily said.

"I don't wanna..." He said. "I'm too tired and if I walk up there and see my bed I will fall right into it and sleep... just elt me eat my soup in peace." He insisted.

Gillian stood there awkwardly. He pushed himself in close to the counter so all that was showing was his frm his waist up, maybe a little higher. "Open your eyes... it's nothing you haven't seen before..." He mumbled. "We're dating aren't we?" At that she blushed and opened her eyes. She walked over to the counter and sat down next to him.

"How are you feeling?" She asked grabbing a spoon and eating some soup from Cal's bowl.

"Like shit... my stomache... head... throat..." he mumbled.

"Aww..." She said, brushing his hair from his face and wiping some soup from his lip. He jutted his bottom lip out sadly and she laughed. He smiled and looked at Emily who was staring at them weirdly.

"Wot?" He asked her, leaning back in his chair, revealing his red and grey plaid boxers. He lifted his arms up, sretching and yawned.

Gillian blushed and looked at the countertop, pretending to be amazed by all the crevices.

"You can look at me love..." he mumbled. He fell forward in his chair and went back to work at his soup, "So what's up with Andrew?"

"Once his arm heals they are going to send him to the nearest adoption center or orphange..." She whispered.

"Oh... well he is a strong kid..." cal mumbled.

"It's late and I need to go home." Gillian said, she stood up and walked over to Cal. She agve hima small hug and whispered, "Feel better and don't worry about coming in tomorrow... I will come and chekc on you around lunch time." She kissed his cheek and walked out.

"Bye!" He said, happily finishing his meal.

"Dad!" Emily said madly.

"Wot?" He asked her, stepping back defensively.

"You need to adopt Andrew! I totally want a little brother and you have gotten to know him too well to watch him be givent ot some other family! You love him dad and I know it... and i KNOW for a fact that he loves you..." She said to him.

He remembered the question that Andrew had asked him earlier that night. "No... we don't need another kid in this family..." He then walked up stairs and went back to bed.

A/N: So should they adopt little Andrew? The big surpise is still comin up! CHES! i bet ur all wondering about Jack... well its coming... dont you worry! please please please leave reviews... i cant continue if im not being pushed too... and i have a buncha readers but barely any reviews! please guys! i am begging you ^.^