I’m almost—just a little more—ngh.” Luke’s head rolled back as he blew his load across my chest. I gripped his hips and thrust up into him harder, while he ground against me and rode through his orgasm.

With his ass clamped tightly around my cock, it only took a few pumps of my hips before my balls tightened up and my entire body stiffened while my cock emptied inside his channel.

After we finished, Luke flopped forward limply across my chest, while I wrapped my arms around him. Even covered with sweat and cum from our long-awaited makeup sex, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to hold him.

But hey, it had taken hours to get Sammy down for night. Well, maybe not hours, but it had sure felt like it at the time.

“You do realize that if I don’t move soon, I might not be able to, right?” Luke rasped out hoarsely.

“That sounds perfect to me,” I said, as I lightly ran my hand up and down his spine. “What with the arguments we’ve had this past week and Sammy’s accident at the park today, it just feels good to connect with you.”

“When you say connect with me, are we talking emotionally, or are you referring to the fact that your cock is still almost hanging out of my ass from a few minutes ago?” Luke lifted his head as he looked up at me with a smirk.

“Hey, can’t it be both? There is a reason that everybody touts makeup sex, you know. I mean, I can grab my phone and pull up Sexual Healing on Spotify if that will help you see things my way.”

“Babe, if I didn’t already see things your way, I wouldn’t be spread on top of you in a sticky puddle of my own cum.”

I chuckled as I dipped my chin to kiss the top of his head. “Speaking of you being on top of me, why haven’t we done this position before?”

Luke snorted. “Because I spend my days racing around taking care of our toddler? The last place I need to do the heavy lifting is in bed; that’s your job.”

“So when you say heavy lifting, we are talking about my cock, right?”

I laughed as Luke reached up and pinched my nipple. “I swear, you alphas and your obsession with the almighty cock. Now personally, I’m more interested in how you use it, than in what kind of equipment you’re packing.”

“And if I’m packing and know how to use it, what then?” Luke rolled off me, and stood grinning down at me from beside the bed.

“Then that makes me one lucky omega, or so I’ve heard—I’m not sure I have enough data yet to form an accurate opinion as to whether or not you’re using it properly. I may have to get back to you on that one.”

Luke jumped to the side with a shout of laughter as my pillow went flying at his head. He was still laughing as he disappeared into the bathroom.

* * *

I woke to the sound of Sammy crying hoarsely over the monitor. Luke was sitting up in bed, staring at me blankly. As soon as he saw I was awake, he began to ramble.

“Sammy needs me, but I can’t find the energy to get up. Is it hot in here? It feels like the place is on fire. We should get water. Water is good for fire.”

Luke dropped back down onto his pillow, a completely uncharacteristic act for him when Sammy was crying in the night. I reached over and felt his forehead, only to find that the poor guy was burning up.

“The apartment isn’t on fire, sweetness. You have a fever. Let me go take care of Sammy, and I’ll be back to doctor you up.”

With a grateful smile, Luke closed his eyes. I got up and pulled on my sweats, before heading down the hall to check on our little girl. She was sitting up in her crib, whimpering miserably and holding both hands up for me to take her.

As soon as I lifted her, I realized that she had the same fever as her daddy. After a quick pit stop at the changing table, I carried her out to the kitchen and called Colin for advice.

He answered on the first ring, thank God. “This better be an emergency if you’re calling me at three thirty in the morning, Grazer.”

“Listen, if you didn’t want me to call you in the middle of the night, you shouldn’t have given me your cell phone number, jackass. Now hush, I need some medical advice.”

“Grazer, you do realize that the hospital has a twenty-four hour advice line, right? And that there are other medical personnel in this town?”

I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was teasing.

“Yeah, well… the people at the advice line don’t try to pass themselves off as being my friend. If you don’t want your friends to call you when they have medical crises, then you shouldn’t let them know what you do for living.”

“Fair enough,” he agreed with a laugh. “Now that I’ve got you calmed down, why don’t you tell me what’s going on.”

“Sammy’s cries woke me up, and I found her and Luke both with fevers. I’m not sure what to do. Usually Luke would be the one to tell me, but he didn’t even have the strength to get out of bed.”

“Yeah, that sounds like the same shit that’s going around town right now. Just to warn you? The kids I’ve been seeing end up having vomiting and diarrhea too, so be prepared for that one.”

I bit back a laugh as I remembered the last time Sammy had experienced diarrhea. “Yeah, well... I’ll worry about tomorrow when it gets here. What can I do right now about this fever?”

“First, you need to find out what the temperature is, before I can advise you on what to do. If I remember right, Luke has a first-aid kit on top of the refrigerator. There should be a thermometer in there. Check her temperature, and then I’ll tell you what to give her.”

I walked over to the fridge, and sure enough, there was a good-sized blue and white box on top with a big red cross on the front. I balanced a lethargic Sammy on one hip, while I set the box on the counter and opened it.

“Okay, Colin. I think I found the monitor, but I don’t see a thing to poke it in anywhere.”

Colin chuckled in my ear. “Tom says that Luke has the same forehead thermometer that we have. It’s really simple. Turn it on, then hold the button and slide it from the center of her forehead over to the right temple. Then tell me what the number says.”

I quickly followed his instructions then reported back the result.

“The temperature reads 101.2, now what?” Sammy laid her head listlessly against my shoulder. I was saddened by how her little body seemed limp and worn out, but kept my focus on Colin’s instructions.

“Now you’re going to give her a dose of Infant Motrin. Just read the bottle, and give her the dosage for a 22 pound child. Then you’re going to wipe her face with a cool cloth, and give her some juice. You need to push fluids, but don’t try to feed her if she has a fever. She probably won’t have much of an appetite today, so just give her bottles of formula if you get worried. It won’t hurt her to be off her normal eating routine while she’s sick. I’m sure Luke also has some Pedialyte in the refrigerator; that would be the best choice to give her right now.

“Oh, yeah, Luke. Now tell me what to do about him. Any suggestions there?” While I spoke, I was already measuring a dose of the children’s Motrin into the little dispenser that Luke had in the medicine kit.

“Honestly? Same as Sammy, give him some Tylenol or Motrin and push fluids. Except, unlike the baby, he will actually be willing to get some rest. Sammy, though? You’re probably gonna have to walk the floor with her—but keep an eye on that fever. If she gets to 103, call me back or take her to the ER. Baby fevers are not to be fucked with.”

Right as I was about to give Sammy her medicine, she turned her head and puked right down the front of my chest.

“Hey, Colin? One more question before I let you go. Does it mean anything that Sammy just puked on me?”

Colin chuckled again in my ear. “Yep. It it means that congratulations are in order—you’re definitely a parent now. Now go clean you both up, and do what you can to get her fever down.”

I ended the call and set my phone aside, then looked down at Sammy.

“You do realize that Papa is gonna have a hell of a time getting that out of his chest hair, right?”

Sammy smiled weakly at me. “Da. Da.”

“Yeah, Da Da indeed.”

I gave her the dose of medicine, and set her down in one side of the sink to keep her confined while I rinsed out the dispenser before setting it off to the side to dry. Sammy watched me curiously as I leaned over the sink to use the detachable sprayer to hose the vomit from my chest and wash it down the drain.

“What, princess? Papa can’t very well leave you to go take a shower, and I don’t think either of us wants to smell me wearing that around. Trust me, honey. Eau de Puke is not the best signature scent for me.”

Although I’m pretty sure she had zero idea what I was saying, Sammy giggled in response to my words while I patted my chest dry with a handful of paper towels.

Once I was dried off, and had double checked Sammy to make sure she didn’t have anything on her, I picked her back up and looked inside the refrigerator for the Pedialyte that Colin had suggested.

Sure enough, there were several bottles in the door. I filled one of her bottles with the fluid, then carried her into the living room. I turned on a dim light and kicked back in the recliner with her. Sammy drank a little bit of the bottle, then just laid there snuggling with me before eventually drifting back to sleep.

Once Sammy was out cold, I took her back to her crib and laid her down. Then I went back to the kitchen long enough to grab the thermometer, the adult Tylenol, and a bottle of Gatorade from the refrigerator for Luke.

The rest of the night and most of the following day went by in a blur. As soon as I had Sammy settled and taken care of, Luke would need me, or vice versa. Luke had the worst of it, and spent most of the following day kneeling in front of the toilet. Anything he put in his mouth, came right back up.

“Luke, honey. Come on, sweetness. Let me help you up.”

I looked down at my poor, sick boyfriend. He’d fallen asleep with his cheek resting against the outer rim of the toilet seat, and both arms hugging the bowl where he’d slumped over it.

Blinking up at me groggily, Luke rasped in a croaky voice. “Sammy? Is she okay? She must think I’ve deserted her—I haven’t seen her all week.”

“Luke, you’ve only been sick since last night. Sammy is sick too, she hasn’t been awake enough to realize that you aren’t there. Don’t worry, I’ve got everything under control. Now, will you please let me help you up?”

He nodded miserably as he allowed me to pull him up to onto his feet. After I’d helped him to bed, I went back to the bathroom to get a cool, damp cloth. Then I wiped down his face, neck, and chest. Once he was freshened up, I bent to kiss his forehead.

“Well, your fever seems to be receding, so that’s good, right?”

Luke smiled weakly. “Babe, I’m not sure you’re skilled enough yet to test my fever with a kiss to the forehead, but that was sweet so I’ll accept it.”

“No, I wasn’t testing your temperature. But when I kissed you, I did notice that you feel cooler. I’ll go get the thermometer and your next dose of Tylenol. Can I get you anything else while I’m in there? Water? Gatorade? Tea?”

Luke thought for a moment before answering. “A bottle of water sounds wonderful. Other than that, all I want is you. Can you come hold me? That is, if Sammy doesn’t need you and you’re not afraid of catching whatever this is.”

I shook my head. “If I was going to catch it, I probably would have gotten it when you guys did. Or, when Sammy puked all over my chest last night. I’m pretty sure I was spared so that you two would have someone to take care of you.”

“Well, I have to admit that I’m impressed with your nursing abilities. You always manage to surprise me, Grazer.”

“Isn’t surprising you pretty much the idea? I mean, I have to do something to keep things interesting.” I was already walking toward the door as I spoke, wanting to get his medicine and to make one last check on Sammy before I came back to join him in bed.

I was halfway out the door when I heard him speak softly behind me. “You’re a good guy, babe. It’s no wonder I’m falling in love with you.”

“Oh, Luke.” I turned back to look at him as my heart swelled in my chest, but couldn’t quite make him out in the dim room. “I love you too, sweetness.”

He responded with loud, rumbling snore.