Life As We All Knew It

John smiled and took the empty plates. "You guys like my cooking that much, huh?" He chuckled. There weren't even crumbs on the plate.

"Don't judge us. It's not our fault you're so amazing," Randy smiled and kissed John's cheek.

John chuckled and pecked Randy's lips. "Well thank you. I knew you guys loved me." He chuckled, putting away the clean dishes.

"Of course we do," Randy said with a smile.

John smiled softly, wrapping his arms around Randy when he finished cleaning.

Randy smiled. "I love you, baby," he said.

"I love you too." John said. "And I love this little guy." He chuckled, putting his hand on his lower abdomen.

Randy smiled and kissed John passionately.

John sighed contently when they pulled away. He rested his head on Randy's shoulder. "I feel sick..."

Randy stepped away from his, his body tensing. "You aren't serious."

"No, I'm not gonna puke on you. I just... my head hurt and I can't breath through my nose kinda sick." John whimpered.

"No, no. You stay away. I cannot get sick," Randy said.

John pouted but understood. "Fine." He mumbled. "I'll sleep in the guest room..."

"No, you take the bedroom. I'll take the guest room," Randy said, heading upstairs.

John sighed and nodded, walking upstairs and going to bed. He curled up under the covers, feeling miserable without Randy here. But he couldn't get sick, so John sucked it up and went to sleep.

Randy laid down in the guest room, Dalton hopping up into bed with him. Randy sighed and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.

John curled up with Alex as he slept fitfully. The next morning, he would have gotten up to make breakfast, but he didn't wanna risk sneezing on the food. He sighed. Randy would have to take Gianna to school and make her breakfast.

Randy didn't wake up the next morning until Gianna came in.

"Daddy, I gotta get to school," she said.

"Take my Maxima," Randy mumbled, too tired. He had just fallen asleep.

"Okay, Daddy. Good night," she said and kissed his cheek before leaving the room.

John was out cold, fast asleep. It had taken him a while to fall asleep without Randy next to him. So he took a sleeping aid and now was fast asleep.

When Gianna left, Randy fell back asleep, snoring softly.

John awoke a little while later. He threw up before going right back to bed, falling fast asleep once again.

Randy woke a while later. He got up and sighed, stretching his long limbs.

John awoke and went downstairs, looking through the fridge for some orange juice or something as his throat was as sore and dry as a desert.

Randy walked downstairs and saw John. "Hey, baby," he said from the other side of the room.

"Hey..." John coughed out. "You really have to avoid me until I get better?" He whimpered. He missed the days were Randy would take care of him whenever he was sick.