Home is Where the Heart is

Sickness and Health [Modern]

Note: takes place before Ami and Kyō are born

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"Mummy? Where's papa?" Sighing softly, he ran his fingers through his four year old son's short black hair. The only reason the boy was awake at this late at night was because Ryuuji had come down with a stomach flu two days before, leaving himself to stay up with his son when the boy couldn't get to sleep. What wasn't helpful was his own nausea, but it's not like you can control the symptoms of being pregnant.

"He went to go get you more medicine baby. Now how about we try getting some sleep, alright? It's really late at night." Watching his ill son nod, he was careful as he lifted the boy into his arms and carried him down the hall to the child's bedroom. He already knew if this didn't work he'd have to sit up with the little boy for the rest of the night. Setting the clean bucket beside the bed after he tucked Ryuuji under the covers loosely, he made sure that the boy would be alright in the case he was sick again before heading back down the hall to the kitchen. Hearing the clink of his wedding ring against the ceramic of his lukewarm teacup, he couldn't help but be a little worried about his husband of four and a half months. Alma had left for the store around one thirty this morning to find something they could use to help their son get better, but by now it was a few minutes after three. He didn't know how long he sat there with his now cold cup of tea in hand, but he could hear the rain outside slow down a little.

And then his phone rang, startling him out of his half asleep stupor. Answering the device after checking the caller ID, he wondered why the other was calling him. Maybe he forgot what he was supposed to be getting? Or at least, that's what he would have thought if the rain wasn't so loud through the device. "Alma? Is something the matter?"

"So I accidentally totaled the car." He felt his heart stop at those words, fear and dread creeping into his system.

"Are you alright?! Are you hurt? What happened?!" He spoke almost too quickly, almost sure that the other couldn't understand him.

"Allen, Allen , I'm fine. Just a few scrapes and bruises that's it. I was on my way home and I hydroplaned into a tree. I've already called the brigade and they're here helping with cleaning up." Letting out a breath in relief, he tried to calm his nerves with the information that Alma was alright.

"You don't know how glad I am to hear that." He could hear the sound of trucks and people working in the background, lightly coming to the realization for a reason behind the phone call. "You need me to come get you, don't you. That's why you called." He heard the light chuckle over the phone, standing from the table to grab his coat and shoes and a set of each for his son. He had vaguely heard the boy get out of bed again a few minutes ago, so at least he didn't have to wake the boy up this time.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I know you're tired from staying up with Ryuu the past few days and the babies aren't much help." Sighing softly as he slipped his shoes on, he paced down the hallway to the boy's room with both coats over his empty arm, the shoes held in the same hand as he kept his phone to his ear.

"It's fine, maybe we'll all get some sleep once you're back home with us. Text me the address you're closest to so I know what to plug into my map, I doubt you'll want to stand in the rain for another four hours as I get lost." Hearing another laugh, he paused right outside Ryuuji's room, briefly seeing the boy sitting on the floor with the bucket in hand through the crack in the door.