Youichi let out a soft sigh, holding the small body against his chest and running his hand up and down the feverish skin of the boy’s back.
“I’m sorry, Ryou-san,” he whispered into his cellphone and tried not to disturb his sleeping son. “Tonight’s not going to work, Eijun’s fever spiked earlier-” Youichi’s son whimpered at the sound of his name, “-and I would rather not leave him with Nori. No, he’s not throwing up anymore. I know, I know…yeah, love you.” The young father ended the call with his boyfriend and tossed the phone on the coffee table.
“Come on, champ,” he said quietly, standing up and waking the sick child in the process. “Papa’s going to let you sleep in his bed.”
Eijun mumbled incoherent phrases while pressing his face into his father’s neck. Youichi grimaced as he felt the heated skin against his own. The father/son duo headed down the hall and into the master bedroom where Youichi placed the tiny boy on his bed, covering him with a bed sheet.
“Hey, now. Don’t cry. Papa’s going to take care of you.”
“M-m…ki….zuya,” Eijun whispered, crying and burying his face in his father’s pillow.
Youichi chuckled and walked into the adjoined bathroom, wetting a small towel. “Calm down, buddy.” He laughed at his son’s distraught face and placed the cool cloth on his forehead.
“I’m sure Miyuki will play catch with you when you feel better.”
After much reassurance that ‘yes, Miyuki Kazuya still loves you’ and ‘no, you’re not going to die from the flu, Ei,’ Youichi was finally able to convince the child to drink some ‘yummy cherry medicine’ and put him to sleep.
The exhausted baseball player closed the door to the bedroom softly and went back to the living room where he sat down on the couch with a groan. Taking care of a sick little one was no joke. It was after midnight and he was starting to feel it. And not two seconds after propping his feet up on the coffee table there came a knock from the front door. The man groaned again and ignored it until he heard the door open on its own.
“Good job opening the door, Kuramochi. Way to make your guests feel welcome.”
Youichi glared. “You don’t show up to someone’s house unannounced, you bastard.”
Kazuya flinched and placed his hand on his chest mockingly. “You wound me. And I sent you a text, stupid.” He walked in, carrying a plastic bag and plopped down next to his best friend. Youichi grabbed his phone and noticed the text from Kazuya (‘yo im coming over idiot’) and stuffed his phone in his pocket with a scowl.
“How’s my little boyfriend feeling?”
“Miyuki, I swear to God-“
“Chill, man,” Kazuya laughed and held his hands up in defense. “I actually brought the little guy some soup. And,” he blushed and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “a little stuffed teddy bear. To cheer him up.”
Youichi tried not to laugh and snorted in response.
“It’s not funny,” Kazuya grumbled.
His best friend grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. “Doctor Miyuki to the rescue, eh? No, man. I’m sure Eijun will appreciate his bride bringing him get well gifts.”
“Now you’re the one being the jerk-“
The two adults looked up and saw Eijun standing by the hallway opening, a too-large bed sheet wrapped around his small frame and fat tears running down his cheeks. His tiny hands scrubbed at his face as he tried to wipe his watering eyes.
Kazuya jumped up and ran to the boy, lifting him and holding him close. “How you feeling, Ei-chan? Hey, don’t cry. Miyuki Kazuya brought you a get well present!” Kazuya grabbed the teddy bear from the bag and handed him to Eijun. “See? He even has glasses like me.”
The sick child’s golden eyes lit up and he grinned at Kazuya. “He’s our son.”
Kazuya blushed and Youichi howled in laughter. The catcher glared at the shortstop and held Eijun tighter to himself.
“I guess that makes me a grandpa?” Youichi snickered at his fellow teammate.
Kazuya sat back down on the couch and placed Eijun beside him, smiling fondly as the child snuggled up against his side and held the teddy bear close.
“Why don’t you heat up that soup for you and my little husband, Ojiisan?” Kazuya smirked at Youchi.
“Mmm, Papa, I’m hungry,” Eijun mumbled with his face buried in Kazuya’s chest. “My tummy doesn’t-“ Eijun yawned “-hurt anymore.”
Youichi rolled his eyes and took the container of soup into the kitchen to prepare it. As much as he hated to admit it, Youichi really did appreciate his best friend coming over with food and get well gifts for his son. As much as Miyuki Kazuya is a bastard, he sometimes has a heart.
Once Youichi finished heating the soup and made a little bit of rice to go on the side, he set the contents on the table with some utensils and bowls. “Ei? Miyuki?” He peeked into the living room and noticed the empty space on the couch. With a frown, he padded down the hall and into the master bedroom, finding his son and best friend sleeping soundly on the king-sized bed. Youichi pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped a few photos of his sleeping toddler and best friend and closed the door quietly. He headed to the kitchen to clean up and made it halfway down the hall before his eyes widened in realization.
“I guess I’m sleeping in Eijun’s racecar bed tonight.”