Septiplier One-Shots

Panic

Not angst-y or triggering in anyway. Just plain ol', dumb fluff.

-Pey
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"Achoo!"

Mark and Jack both turned their heads, looking at their four year old daughter, Piper, who sat on the floor playing with her dolls.

"Bless you, baby girl." Mark said, turning his eyes back to his book.

"You feel okay, Princess?" Jack asked. Piper shook her head.

"My head hurts, Daddies." Piper said, putting down her dolls. "My tummy too."  Jack walked over to her and kneeled down, placing a hand on her head.

"Hm, you do feel a little warm." Jack stated, his put his arms around Piper and picked her up, holding her as her legs dangled from her place on Jack's hip.

"Oh my god, is she sick?" Mark asked, shutting his book and looking at his husband. Jack chuckled and took Piper into the kitchen. Mark followed, watching as Jack set Piper on the counter in front of the medicine cabinet.

"It's probably just a cold." Jack said, opening up the cabinet and looking for Tums. "The stomach bug has been going around too, she probably just got sick from one of the kids at daycare."

"What do we do?" Mark asked, slightly panicking. Jack laughed and grabbed the bottle of Tums, taking out a purple one and handing it to Piper. He told her to suck on it and she popped it in her mouth.

"She just needs some rest, Marky." Jack said, running a hand through Piper's hair. She smiled and Jack closed the cabinet, getting out a cup from another cabinet and going to the fridge. He filled it with Sprite and set it on the counter, whispering to Piper she could drink it when she finished her Tum.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Mark asked, running a hand through his hair. "Do we need to take her to the doctor?"

"Mark, babe, chill." Jack said.
"Malcolm's had me babysit his kids when this happened. We just need to get her fever down and let her rest."

"I'm calling my mom." Mark said, taking out his phone. "She knows how to get a fever down, we can ask her." Jack grabbed Mark's phone and put it in his pocket, gently flicking Mark's forehead.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Jack asked, his accent becoming more thick. "I have nieces and nephews, Mark. I know how to handle sick kids. Hell, I've handled you when you're sick."

"That's a quarter for the swear jar!" Piper said, chewing the last of her Tum. She took the cup from the counter with her little hands, taking a drink of the Sprite inside.

"Aw, dang it." Jack mumbled. "It's in my blood, I'm Irish for crying out loud!"

"Me too, Papa!" Piper chirped. "But I don't say no-no words 'cuz of it." Mark and Jack laughed and Jack turned to Mark.

"Mark, have faith in me, okay?" Jack asked, taking his husband's hand. "Let Piper finish her drink, then you can put her to bed and read her a story. Then, me and you can cuddle. Sound good?"

Mark nodded and pecked Jack's lips, not knowing what he would do without this man.

"Ew!" Piper said. "Smooches!"