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WARNING: Mentions of baby sick.

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It was another day in the Watson household and should have been filled with the usual sounds of bickering boys and mild parental reminders to be nice. Instead, the air was split by the sound of a very displeased Tommy.

Tommy Watson, the small bean of a human being that he was currently found himself held securely against his father as the man paced between the kitchen and living room. His mouth was open and out poured an agitated whine as he kicked against the man. The child had been fussing since the early morning and refused everything from toys to food to napping. It didn't matter if it was his father or mother that held him, but they had at least learned that putting him down was absolutely unacceptable.

Tommy was upset, and so the whole house needed to be upset.

Wilbur and Techno had taken to hiding in their room for most of the day to avoid the screaming. They'd wanted to play outside but poor weather kept that from being an option. At the moment the boys were seated unhappily at the kitchen table eating lunch while Kristin tried to prepare something she thought might entice her youngest. The longer he refused the more worried she became.

"Here, see if he'll at least drink something now." Kristin suggested as she handed a bottle of warmed milk over to her husband.

The bottle barely even exchanged hands before Tommy was screaming again, tears in his eyes.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Tommy whimpered as he rubbed his face against Phil, muffling anything else uttered.

Techno had looked up at the pair, half expecting the small child to be looking a him. But, as he should have expected from the day, Tommy wasn't. He had ignored both siblings since waking up. Still, Techno couldn't help but glance at his brother every time the word 'no' passed his lips. Ever since they'd all realized Tommy used it to refer to Techno just as Wilbur had been noted as 'Btha-ba' most of the time.

Phil let out a sigh as he took the bottle anyway and moved to the sofa. If he was going to fight with Tommy about drinking something it was best to do it while sitting since he was most likely going to start thrashing about. It wasn't the first time they'd had to struggle with Tommy eating something, but this was getting to be the longest span of time between their successes. If he was honest Phil was about an hour away from calling a doctor. While Tommy didn't feel warm to the touch or look pale there was clearly something wrong.

At first he and his wife had assumed it was having another teething episode, but no toy or chew-able item they gave him was accepted. He'd barely even tried to put any item at all in his mouth, which in and of itself seemed odd. Kristin had already brought up the potential for a stomach issue and had barely managed to get Tommy to take the baby safe medicine earlier. If that were the case it should have kicked in by now, but here they were, no closer to getting the infant to settle down than they were that morning.

"Come on, Toms. At least drink this for us." Phil tried to coax, bringing the bottle closer to Tommy's face.

Tommy continued to press his face against Phil's shoulder, refusing to even look at the thing. His protests were muffled but still audible enough to know he wasn't silent. When Tommy moved his head to breath he was immediately making another long whine of discomfort.

Phil tried bouncing him on his lap but Tommy, unlike usual, quickly fought against that action as well. When the child looked up at his father with red rimmed eyes and a distraught expression all the man could think to do was hug his son close again.

"Maybe we should call the doctor now, Kristin." Phil stated as he tried to look back at his wife.

"Its a hard 'no' on the milk then?" She asked with an audible frown.

"He's said 'no' to everything." Techno cut in as he pushed away from the table, barely having eaten anything himself.

"It was worth a try." Kristin breathed out a heavy breath before patting herself down for her phone, "I'll put in a call now, see if we can get his actual doctor before just heading to the office."

"Is Tommy sick again?" Wilbur questioned from his own seat at the table, his food likewise mostly untouched as he watched his parents.

"We don't know, Wilbur. That's what we're hoping to find out." His mother answered as she headed into the hall, "I think I left my phone on the charger. I'll be a minute."

"We'll be here. Not sure Tommy would let me stand up again right now anyway." Phil called after her as he leaned back on the sofa and gently patted Tommy on the back.

It seemed to help somewhat as Tommy wasn't screaming or writhing as much. Instead he'd moved into whimpered mewls of discomfort.

Wilbur continued to stare at his father's head from where he sat at the table, chewing his lower lip. He didn't feel right about the situation going on, but he also didn't know what to do about it. He could see both his parents were growing more bothered by it too. Tommy wasn't just being his bratty self this time. He could hear it in the noises Tommy was making, even if he didn't know why.

Scooting out of his seat Wil shuffled down the hall while Techno sat limply in his chair at the table. With all the noise going on Techno's head was starting to hurt and that made him not want to eat at the moment. He knew he'd not be able to leave his plate without it being at least half gone, and so he was stuck sitting there until either he could manage a few more bites or he was allowed an out and to come back later.

With an annoyed breath of his own Techno looked towards the living room where the source of the noise was. He didn't blame Tommy, but he also still was very bothered by him right now. It was days like this that he wished he could go to school to escape it. Too bad it was a Sunday.

As Tommy let out another whimper Phil rocked him gently, pressing the child's head to his chest.

"Shhhh, its okay, Toms. We'll figure it out soon and you'll feel loads better. I promise, mate." He whispered to his son as he tried to ignore the twisting of his heart at the sounds the younger was making.

It was always hard for a parent to see their child in pain. Harder when there was nothing you could do to help them.

Phil was broken from his thoughts when he realized Wilbur had come to stand just off the side of him where he sat. Looking over at him Phil could see the ever familiar stuffed orca in his son's hands. Wil didn't wait to be asked before he was leaning forwards and pressing the toy against one of Tommy's hands.

"Here, Toms. To make you feel better." Wilbur informed in a soft voice, waiting until the tiny fist took hold.

The toy seemed to get Tommy's attention better than the ones before it. At least in that he entertained it long enough to hold onto, looking it over slowly. His whimpered noises were softer now as his eyes drooped, no doubt his prolonged fit having tired him out.

"You can hold onto her until you aren't sick anymore." Wil added as he stood back up, fidgeting in place.

"You sure, Wil?" Phil asked even as he watched Tommy give the toy a weak tug.

"...Yea. Yea, I'm sure." Wil nodded, "It worked last time…a little."

"A little is better than nothing." Phil replied with a smile and a nod in return to his eldest.

Shifting into a better position Phil moved Tommy so that he'd be more comfortable if he actually managed to nod off. There was no protest at this and instead Tommy was trying to stuff one of the orca's fins in his mouth. Taking this as a good sign Phil patted around for the bottle he'd placed down just earlier. If Tommy was willing to chew on the toy perhaps Phil could get him to latch onto said bottle as well.

Unable to find the bottle blind Phil turned to look at the last place he'd assumed he'd put it. It was for the barest of seconds that he'd taken his eyes off his son when he felt the small body tense paired with a thick almost belching noise.

Phil knew that noise well.

Looking back sharply Phil was met with a familiar sight of baby vomit coating his and Tommy's front, Wil's orca included.

"Kristiiiin!" Phil called, not daring to move least he spread it around more.

He could hear her footsteps from down the hall, but it was a smaller pair of them that reached him first.

"Jubilee!" Came the mournful cry from Wilbur as he looked upon the scene with various levels of disgust.

"Wil, go back to the kitchen. We'll deal with it." Phil directed as he tried not to cringe at the feeling soaking deeper into his shirt.

"He threw up on Jubilee!"

"Wilbur. Go. Now." Phil reinforced with a sharp look just his wife entered the room.

She moved around Wilbur, using a hand to nudge him away from the room as she did so. She picked Tommy up swiftly and held him with care enough so that he was upright with his messy side facing away from her. He was starting to cry again, his body still tensed. He most likely wasn't done which meant she'd need to get a towel and fast before the mess grew.

Phil, meanwhile, was left to get himself on his feet as his wife moved off, leaving him also with the messed orca. It was fine. It could be washed. There were more important things going on that what happened to the stuffed toy.

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After roughly twenty minutes later Tommy was sat in his highchair and happily being fed oatmeal with fruit. Despite his recent sick he was now babbling away without a care as if the first half of the day hadn't happened. Kristin was by far relieved of course, as was Phil. It had certainly been a scare. After a quick call with a doctor it was determined to be 'most likely' a small upset stomach. Seeing the change in the infant now the pair were hard pressed to believe otherwise.

While Kristin was feeding her youngest the other two boys were in their room. Techno was playing a silent sort of game with a few plastic figurines on his own while Wilbur was pouting on his bed. He'd been entirely upset since earlier when he'd seen his soft and lovely Jubilee covered in…gross. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't…He couldn't seem to think about anything else. His father said he'd take care of it but part of him feared it had been a lie. He didn't want to lose Jubilee. Not like this. Not at all if he could help it. But certainly not like this if he couldn't.

"Wilbur…do you think we could fit all these in the window?" Techno asked suddenly.

Wilbur didn't respond.

"Wilbur?" Techno looked over towards his brother with a slight tilt to his head, "Wilbur, do you think they could all fit?"

When he was met with further silence Techno let out a huff at being ignored and got to his feet. For the next few minutes there was shuffling in the room as Techno moved back and forth from his toy pile and the window.

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Phil took another deep breath as he pressed his face against the stuffed toy. He could, by all means, confirm it no longer smelled, looked off, or in any way showed a sign of what had happened to it. Wilbur wouldn't have anything to complain about on it once it was returned…except perhaps how long it took. Phil wasn't sorry though. He'd rather run the toy through the wash a few times then to risk his eldest's favorite toy either being stained or haunted by the sour smell. As it were little Jubilee currently smelt like a bundle of fresh roses.

With a low jog up the stairs Phil's first order of business was to return the missed stuffed toy to its owner. After that he'd check on Tommy and Kristin again. Without knocking Phil opened the door to his sons' room and paused.

There, before him, was Techno standing at the window setting up a line of army men and Wilbur, standing on the toy chest as he set up yet another row on the mid point of the window. Both boys had stopped at the sound of the door and were now facing their father, waiting for his reaction.

The silence stretched on.

"They needed a better vantage point." Wilbur offered awkwardly as he slowly started to move down from his stop on the chest, where he knew he shouldn't be.

Phil stared at him an extra moment before pushing the door open a bit further so he could come in. Or, at least part of him could get more in. Without a word Phil lifted his hand up and tossed Wil's orca at the window. It hit with a soft 'thonk' before tumbling down over the lines of men. Both boys were shouting in surprise as their father quickly shut the door with a laugh.