AN: This could be a follow up to my story "Home Alone With Daddy" (on FF.net) if you guys want to check it out.

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"Alright, buddy, this sucks. All out, come on." Gray said softly to the baby in his arms, who had just finished throwing up again on his shirt. Gris started to wail louder once he was done and Gray couldn't really blame the little boy, he would've been cranky if he had been so sick throughout the day. "Okay, you are way too hot." He said, putting his hand on the baby's forehead.

The whole thing was absolutely disgusting, all the fluids Gray was covered on smelled awful but it wasn't Gris fault, the poor little guy. He had been throwing up, feverish, breathing with difficulty and Gray suspected his little body hurt. Gris had been crying for a while, feeling miserable.

"What would your Mama do, huh?" Gray asked, starting to panic. "Think, Gray. Think." He had been present when Gris was sick before, but then, Juvia had been there, taking charge of everything and he was her helper. "Okay, we... we need a bath to cool you down a bit and we stink, Gris." He knew his son couldn't really understand him, but his voice seemed to calm the eight-month-old slightly. "Let's go take a shower, huh? Get off of these dirty clothes."

Gray walked towards the bathroom, turned off the shower and put Gris on the changer, taking off his dirty little onesie and then his diaper and being out of the stinky clothes seemed to make Gris less fussy. "Of course you'd rather be naked. Welcome to the club." Gray snorted. "Please, don't roll over." He requested and took his own clothes off before taking the whimpering baby again, holding him onto his chest and stepping inside the shower.

The water was lukewarm as they stepped under the spray of water, rubbing the baby's back slowly and Gris actually stopped whimpering and Gray sighed in relief. "That's the stuff, huh?" He said to the baby and he kissed the top of his head. "This feels good, huh, little man?"

Gray looked down to the child in his arms and a wave of love hit him, like it did every time he took a moment to appreciate his son and how much of a miracle he was. He was the perfect mixture of him and Juvia and Gray didn't think he could love his child more.

"After this I will give you some medicine – thank god your mother is smart enough to write on the labels what each medicine is for and the hours between doses." Gray told Gris and, with one hand, opened the bottle of his son's shampoo and poured some on the baby's head. "After that we are taking our chances on half a bottle, maybe? I can't let you sleep without eating something and if you are going to throw up, you better have something to throw up." He pondered while washing the baby's hair – Gris deserved to smell like himself at least for a few minutes and the movements seemed to make him calmer. "After that, you will finally sleep. Please, sleep." Gray pleaded. "I hate seeing you pain, Gris."

Gray felt something warm trailing down from his stomach to the ground and he stopped washing his son for a moment.

"You just... you just peed on me, didn't you?" Gray sighed. "Okay. You know, this is the least disgusting thing you've done to me today so I'm actually pretty happy it's just pee." Gris looked up to his father and for the first time in hours he tried to smile. "You smile just like your mother, did you know that? I know she says you look like me, but you have her smile." Gray chuckled. "Let's see how long it will take for you to realize that and use it against me. Now let's finish this shower before you turn into a Water Mage before I have the chance to try and make you a Ice Mage. Did you know you come from a line of Ice Mages?"

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Gray felt the weight on his chest being lifted and his eyes opened in panic, his arms tightening around it in a protective manner. No one would take his son.

"Shhhh, Gray-sama." He heard his wife's voice. "It's just Juvia, don't worry."

He finally managed to focus his vision and he was rewarded with the sight of his wife and god, she never looked more beautiful than being at home after four days away. She was clearly worried, but trying to give him a moment to wake up.

"You're home." Gray whispered, his arms loosening so Juvia could pick up their sleeping son from his chest.

"Yes."

"Gris was sick yesterday." He told her and she was clearly concerned.

"Oh, no. How's Juvia's baby now?"

"I'm fine. I lost count how many times he threw up on me. His bedroom looks like a disgusting warzone, by the way. I'll clean it up later." Gray glanced at her and Juvia was looking at him in disbelief. "Oh, you meant Gris. He's better now, the fever is down and he hadn't thrown up for hours. What time is it?" He was still sluggish.

"Seven in the morning." Juvia told him, putting her hand on her baby's face to see if he still had a fever and she sighed in relief when she realized he was just a little hotter than usual, but nothing alarming at the moment. "When did Gris-chan eat?"

Gray frowned, trying to remember. "Uh... around three? He managed an entire bottle, then."

"Okay." She opened her coat with quick practiced fingers and a moment later, Gris was latching on in his sleep. "Go to sleep, Gray-sama. Juvia is here now." She slid her fingers through his hair and Gray got closer to her, putting his arm around Gris and Juvia. "You did very well."

"Did I?" He asked, eyes closing – he always liked when she caressed his hair.

"The baby is no longer throwing up, he's sleeping and the fever is almost gone." Juvia told him. "If Juvia thought you didn't do a good job, would she be sitting here so calm?"

"You didn't see his bedroom. I'm telling you: warzone." He mumbled, almost falling asleep.

"Sleep, Gray-sama." Juvia chuckled. "Juvia is here to take care of her boys."

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AN: Poor Gray and poor Gris! But they pulled through!