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The library was the largest room in the castle by far. Nightmare had been collecting books since childhood so five full centuries of book collecting meant his collection was extensive. Even if the oldest books he owned were in special storage in the basement to keep them preserved. His library was one of the biggest in the Multiverse, second only to the one in the Omega Timeline since it had a collection from all around the Multiverse while Nightmare couldn’t easily get access to ones only found in positive AUs.
It wasn’t just used to store all the books, however. Nightmare had made sure it was comfortable and warm with plenty of plush seats with desks and a cosy little reading corner by the farthest window with a sofa, armchair and fireplace. The library was Nightmare's favourite room in the whole castle. It was somewhere he could go to relax away from the others and he loved to read.
It had also become a great place for family time with his husband and son. Cuddling up with both of them on the sofa, with the fire on and with a fluffy blanket over them while Nightmare read to them was always fun. It was a nice little getaway from the chaos of the castle and as far as Nightmare was concerned it was perfect.
Nightmare also taught Miracle in the library. While he gave Miracle assignments in his office as he worked, Nightmare took the lessons to the library, it was just easier since he had all the books to pick from when teaching his son.
Miracle also loved the library, he loved learning and reading books. It was something Nightmare was happy about, he was glad his son wasn’t a child that hated school. Maybe being homeschooled helped or maybe it was the fact that Miracle wasn’t capable of running around for as long as other kids and needed to find something else to entertain himself with.
He was also very smart for his age, something Nightmare was very proud of. But right now, however, Miracle seemed to be struggling…
“I dunno!” Miracle whined as he threw his pencil onto the table and crossed his arms with a pout.
Nightmare sighed and picked up the pencil. He didn’t know what this frustration was all about. Was he just tired? Or was he upset about something?
“Yes, you do know. You’ve done it before, it's just worded differently.”
“I don’t know!” Miracle insisted, keeping his arms crossed.
“There’s twelve cans of lemonade in each box,” Nightmare read the problem aloud. “How many boxes will Jo need for his function with 156 people?”
“I. Don’t. Know.”
“You’re not even trying,” Nightmare argued. “Just take it step by step and work out what you have to do to solve it.”
“How?”
“Well, is it addition, subtraction, division or multiplication you need to do?” Nightmare asked, studying his son’s face. There was a deep frown so Nightmare gave him a second to think. He’d never seen Miracle struggle this much before but Nightmare knew this problem was something he could solve. He’d solved harder ones and he was very smart for an eight year old.
“Do you times it?” Miracle asked sheepishly.
“No, come on, you know this. Don’t tell me you're pretending to annoy me?”
Miracle shook his head, looking a little upset at that making Nightmare feel a little guilty for suggesting it. He knew Miracle wanted to impress him.
With a sigh Nightmare figured he could just talk his way through this one. “It’s division. In order to find out how many boxes Jo needs you have to divide 156; the number of people attending by 12; the number of cans in the box.”
“Oh,” Miracle said, the frown still on his face and his arms still folded.
Nightmare sighed again. This clearly wasn’t going to happen right now, maybe a little break would do Miracle some good. He closed the textbook and put it to the side.
“Daddy?” Miracle asked as he looked up at Nightmare. Confused about why he was stopping before the problem was solved.
“I think you need a break.”
“I don’t, I’m fine!” Miracle quickly insisted as he reached for the textbook.
Nightmare took it out of his reach though. “I think you do. What’s wrong? You don’t normally struggle this much.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Miracle insisted, quickly making Nightmare frown.
“Then is something distracting you? Like I said, you normally don’t have any issues with problems like this.”
“Nothing is distracting me.”
Nightmare sighed, he knew that there had to be something wrong. He knew his son well and being an empath he could sense him lying and he could sense his uncomfort. “You know you can tell me anything. I just want to help.”
“I know but I’m fine,” Miracle just repeated.
Clearly this was going nowhere, so Nightmare just decided to go with his plan of a break. “Let’s go downstairs and ask Horror if he’s okay with us getting you some chocolate. I need coffee.”
"Okay," Miracle agreed but he didn't seem nearly as excited as he would normally be about getting chocolate. Nightmare was very worried but he was just going to have to keep a close eye on him.
They got up and began to head downstairs to the kitchen. Miracle walked slowly and was looking down at the floor as he walked. Almost as if he was trying not to collapse.
"Are you not feeling well?" Nightmare asked. If Miracle was sick again he really needed to be in bed.
"No I'm fine, really," Miracle insisted as he kept walking. "Maybe just a little sleepy."
"If you are feeling unwell you really need to tell me so I can help. You can't mess around with your health."
"I know but I'm totally fine! Don't worry!" Miracle smiled up at his father but Nightmare wasn't falling for it. He didn’t have any proof though, so he had no choice but to keep a close eye on him.
“You say don’t worry but you know I always do,” Nightmare said with a sigh and he quickly took hold of his son’s hand. If he was holding him somehow then if he did collapse he’d have a better chance of catching him.
Even when they made it to the kitchen, Miracle didn’t seem any better. Nightmare picked him up and sat him on a stool at the breakfast bar and handed him a little bag of chocolate buttons and turned to make himself some coffee while keeping an eye on his son.
Miracle just sat there nibbling his chocolate slowly, it wasn’t like him. Nightmare knew there was something wrong but he had no idea how to help. Neither he or Killer were very good when someone was sulking like this and wasn’t saying what was wrong. Nightmare was an empath not a mind reader so while he could tell there was something wrong he didn’t know what and he had no idea about what to do. Normally someone sad like this would be good for him and he’d just let it get worse. The problem was this was his son and he just wanted him to be happy but that was a lot harder for him.
Nightmare shook his head before he turned back with his coffee and sat down next to his son. He could see the way he shrunk down on himself under Nightmare’s gaze as if he was trying to hide. He really needed to work out some way to get him to say what was bothering him.
“...I didn’t do or say anything to make you scared to tell me what’s wrong, did I?” Nightmare asked, he would hate it if the answer was ‘yes.’ The last thing he wanted was to be the cause of his son’s mood.
Miracle simply shook his head though. Despite knowing full well what his father was capable of, he knew he was harmless to him and would never hurt him. “I promise nothing’s wrong.”
This really was getting nowhere and Nightmare was at a loss…
“Sup.”
Nightmare looked up from his coffee to see his husband standing in the doorway and grinning at them. “Hi, Killer,” Nightmare sighed as Killer walked into the room.
“Hi, Mama,” Miracle said quietly and gave Killer a little wave far different than his normal routine of running up to his parents and hugging them when they walked into the room.
Killer picked up on this instantly and went right over to his son. “Hey Kiddo, are you feeling okay?”
Miracle just nodded. “Yep, why does everyone keep asking that?”
Killer frowned at that and looked at Nightmare who shrugged. “Because you don’t look so good?”
“ Really, I’m totally fine. ” The irritation in Miracle's voice was clear. It seemed that the only thing they were accomplishing was annoying their son.
“Well then,” Killer said as he took a seat. “Horror told me you were on a break from your lesson but maybe if your daddy’s cool with it we can practise your knife skills a little after you finished your snack. You up for that?”
“Don’t like fighting,” Miracle responded. That wasn’t an unusual response but at the same time it almost felt like it was a half-assed excuse.
“I know but it’s important. You need to be able to defend yourself just in case.”
Miracle only groaned and Nightmare and Killer exchanged a look. Killer may have just gotten here but he was quick to pick up on something being wrong. He’d normally put up a bit more of a fight than that…
Surely he wasn’t sick… If he was it’d be worse than this and Miracle always told them when he was starting to feel unwell. He knew how important it was to catch his bad days quickly so they could get the medicine and he wouldn’t be bedridden for as long. The boy was well aware of his condition; he'd been living with it all his life.
Killer sighed and put his hand out to touch Miracle’s forehead to check for a fever. Miracle tried to flinch away but it was too late and Killer’s hand made contact. “You’re burning up!” Killer said quickly. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I’m fine,” Miracle once again insisted. Even though it really was pointless now that his parents now knew about his fever.
“Miracle,” Nightmare stated. He was a little annoyed that he hadn’t thought of checking Miracle’s temperature himself but it didn’t really matter now. “You need to tell us when you're sick. You’re only making it worse by staying silent about it.”
Miracle shrunk down and whined a little. He knew that but still… “Didn’t wanna be a bother… I’m sick all the time and it must be annoying… I’m sorry I’m so useless…”
Nightmare and Killer exchanged a look again. “You’re not useless, what makes you think that?” Killer asked, he was so confused about how his son came up with that idea.
Miracle shrugged. “You all go out on missions and I’ll never be able to help. Then you guys have to waste time taking care of me when I’m sick.”
Nightmare frowned and put his hand on Miracle’s shoulder. “Who put that idea in your head?”
“Huh?”
“Did someone say that you’re useless because you can’t help in fights? Did someone say that you’re wasting our time when we nurse you back to health?”
“Nobody said it,” Miracle admitted as he averted his gaze so he didn’t have to look at his father. “But it’s true isn’t it? You have better things to do than worry about me; your conquest’s important, right?”
“Of course it’s important but you’re more important. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re not any kind of burden.”
“But when you’re dealing with me you’re not working, if I wasn’t-”
“Don’t you finish that sentence,” Nightmare interrupted quickly. “You’re our Little Prince and our priority. You’re not useless just because you can’t fight, besides you don’t even like fighting in the first place.”
“But wouldn’t you rather have a son that did like fighting, that could fight, that would be more useful.”
“I’d rather have you as you are,” Killer butted in. “You’re plenty useful anyways, you do your chores, you help Horror cook and one day you’ll help your Daddy with the non fighting stuff.”
“...Are you guys sure?”
“Of course we are, Miracle,” Nightmare said clearly. “We’re your parents and all we want is for you to be happy and healthy. The last thing your mother and I want is for you to get really sick, so you must tell us when you start feeling unwell. None of this hiding, you're too important to lose.”
A small smile appeared on Miracle’s face. He had figured that his fears were probably unfounded but he couldn’t help it. He knew his parents did important work; they’d said as much. His father had always been quite strict as well and had high expectations for him to become intelligent and he’d just wanted to impress him and his mother too. But he felt he couldn’t do that when he was sick so often. He’d felt this way the last few times he’d been sick but he knew that if his parents knew about it they’d be upset… Looks like that was true but he couldn’t help how he felt.
With that being said what they’d told him now had made him feel much better. He knew he was silly to assume that he was bothering them with his illness but that didn’t matter now that his worries had been put to rest. Even if he now felt guilty for worrying them.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, making his parents sigh.
“Let’s just get you to bed, huh?” Killer offered and held out his hand. “We’ll have to call Sci.”
Miracle nodded and slipped off his chair taking his mother’s hand. He felt weak and shaky and he knew that going to bed would be for the best. He’d spent the whole day trying to hide it and that really had only made it worse. He knew his mother was right; he had to go to bed.
The parents now noticed just how bad it was. The more time went by the worse Miracle was getting. He really had taken too long to tell them how sick he was. He only took two steps before he fell forward, Nightmare acting quickly to catch him in his tentacles and wrapping them around him. Before quickly pulling Miracle into his arms.
“He’s out cold,” Killer commented. “I really wish he would have told us about this before now.”
“We’ll have to have a proper talk with him later,” Nightmare said as he looked down at his unconscious son. He had thought Miracle might collapse but for it to happen so suddenly… He was clearly way sicker than they had thought and it was a surprise that he’d managed to keep it so quiet. “We can’t have him believing that this is somehow making him a burden. I thought we were better than Dream…”
“We are,” Killer said as he grabbed a glass to fill it with water for when Miracle woke up. “We don’t try to juggle lots of kids and work. I can see how Miracle came to this conclusion on his own not with anything we did but just because he’s sick so much.”
Nightmare just stood there with Miracle in his arms and a frown on his face. He couldn’t help but doubt himself; what if this was because of him? What if he’d said something without realising it? What if he’d not spent enough time with him and spent too much time on work? Was he really a bad father?
“Don’t look like that,” Killer said when he turned around. “I know what you're thinking and I can tell you that you’re a great father. As soon as Miracle’s better we’ll have a talk and lots of cuddles, okay?”
With a sigh, Nightmare began to walk. “As much as I hate to admit that you’re right; you’re probably right.”
“Everything will be fine, Babe,” Killer said while smirking at the fact Nightmare actually admitted that he was right for once but now isn't the time to gloat about that. “Let’s just get Miracle to bed and call Sci and worry about everything else later.”
Once in Miracle’s room, Killer pulled back the blankets so his husband could place Miracle into bed. They gave each other a quick nod before Nightmare sat down on his chair and pulled out his phone to call Sci while Killer ran around the room gathering Miracle’s plushies.
The soft toys were always a big comfort to the boy when he was sick, as was his fish tank. The toys made him feel safe and secure and gave him something to hug, while the fish were good entertainment and helped calm him by reducing his anxiety. If Miracle was stress free and relaxed he should get over his sickness quicker since it was caused by his corruption. Diamond being close by was also a big help since she could cuddle close to him and could protect him.
As soon as Killer was done making the room as comfortable as possible he quickly left. As he passed by he could hear Nightmare demanding that Sci drop what he was doing and come over immediately. Killer didn’t stop to listen to more and went straight to the bathroom to grab a cloth and soak it in cool water and then ring it out before returning.
When he returned he quickly placed it onto Miracle’s forehead after removing his crown. He really hoped this would help with his fever. The child groaned and moved slightly at the feeling of the cool cloth but he didn’t wake up.
“Sci will be here soon,” Nightmare said as he hung up his phone and looked at his family. “Any change?”
Killer shook his head. “It’s not been that long, Moonlight.”
Nightmare sighed and reached out his hand to stroke Miracle’s skull. “At least it’s not getting worse. No change is better than a turn for the worst.”
Killer just hummed in agreement. “He’ll be alright. Although he’s probably going to need more bedrest than he normally would.”
“With any luck he’ll have learnt his lesson. He has to tell us when he’s not well.”
Silence fell over them as they watched their son sleep. This really was the worst. No one could ever relax when Miracle was sick; they were all always too worried. Nightmare was especially bad; he always blamed himself for Miracle’s condition and really punished himself for it. This time was worse since Nightmare hadn’t noticed how sick Miracle was in time… If he’d noticed sooner would it not have been so bad?
“Did Sci say when he’d be exactly?” Killer asked, taking Nightmare away from his thoughts.
“No, but he said he’d grab his stuff and be here asap.”
“Good,” Killer nodded. “I’m going to be right back, okay. I’m going to update Horror and Dust on the situation. So, ya know, they keep it down and maybe Horror can start on some soup for when Miracle wakes up.”
“Okay,” Nightmare said with a quick nod. “I’ll keep watch, just hurry back.”
“I will.”
Nightmare watched Killer leave before he turned back to Miracle. He was still asleep and would probably stay that way for a while. There wasn’t much Nightmare could do other than watching Miracle and waiting for Sci.
He hated waiting though. It made him feel useless, helpless but there really was little he could do. His rising anxiety didn’t help things in the least. He was so worried that this was really serious this time. But he knew that if it truly was that bad Miracle would have said something. Still he hated seeing his Little Prince so ill and wished he could just make it better with a wave of his hand.
He was just left to wait and worry, wait and worry, wait and worry.
“Everything will be fine,” Nightmare told himself as he reached out to stroke Miracle’s head again. The boy groaned and nuzzled up into his father’s touch. He was shivering despite the blankets and plushies.
Nightmare sat like that until Killer came back. He barely noticed his husband returning until Killer spoke.
“Hey, Babe, how’s he doing?”
“No change,” Nightmare said, not looking up from Miracle. “How did telling Horror and Dust go?”
Killer sat down on the bed and looked at Miracle as well. “They’re worried but there’s not much they can do. Dust promised to keep quiet and Horror’s started on the soup. Didn’t even have to ask him.”
“Good… Sci should be here soon.”
“I know…” Killer looked up from Miracle to look at his husband. He could see the worry on his face and sighed. “It’ll be okay, Babe. He’s been through this before and he’ll get over it like he has before. He is pretty strong although it may not seem like it.”
Killer was also really worried. This was a bad illness and he hated seeing his baby ill but he had to stay strong and optimistic or Nightmare would just be worrying even more. Carefully Killer reached out for Nightmare’s free hand and gave it a little squeeze.
"Thanks, Kills,” Nightmare muttered before letting silence fall over them.
Soon enough Sci opened a portal into Miracle’s room. The sound of the portal opening was enough to let the parents know he was there but wasn’t loud enough to wake the sleeping child.
“About time,” Nightmare snapped.
Sci didn’t seem phased by Nightmare’s attitude, he was very used to it at this point. “You’re not the only one in this vast Multiverse, Nightmare,” Sci said as he approached. Over the years Sci got used to Nightmare’s aura and wasn’t all that scared of him. He knew there was little Nightmare could do to him since he needed his help and he was unlikely to find a replacement. At least not one as good or one that would keep quiet.
“Whatever,” Nightmare said as he nodded to his son. “Help him.”
Sci simply rolled his eyes and got to work, pulling out his soul scanner. “What are his symptoms?”
“He passed out before he could tell us,” Killer spoke up, “but from what we’ve seen is that he’s got a loss of appetite and concentration. He’s also got a fever and seems pretty shaky.”
“Hmm,” Sci hummed as he switched on his scanner before scanning Miracle’s soul. “Well it looks like it’s just the normal corruption attack at surface level, it seems pretty strong this time but that’s to be expected if he tried to hide it from you.”
“So he just needs some stronger meds?” Killer asked hopefully as he watched Sci click around on his scanner.
“Probably and plenty of bed rest. It also appears he has a cold on top of it but that’s nothing to worry about. It seems it’s just a totally normal cold. I can get you meds but you need to make sure he rests and drinks plenty of water.”
“Well that doesn’t seem too hard, are you sure that’s all it is? He did collapse,” Nightmare said as he reached for Miracle’s hand.
“I’m not picking anything else up, I think he collapsed because he didn’t get treatment soon enough, still it doesn’t hurt to keep an eye on him. I’ll check on him again tomorrow but with his meds and rest he’ll be better in no time.”
“So it’s not serious?” Killer asked, he was so relieved to hear that seeing his child collapse like that was scary and he hated it.
“It’s not, I can promise you that.”
“So you really don’t need to do anything more than just meds?” Nightmare asked as he gave his son’s hand a little squeeze.
“Anything more is unnecessary, no point in doing anything invasive when all he needs is the simple things.”
“And the cold?” Nightmare asked.
“It’s just a cold, the normal cold medicine should be fine.”
“There’s no risk with mixing it with his normal meds?”
“Relax. I’m not going to do anything or recommend anything that would hurt the kid, nothing in that for me after all. I don’t really want to end up being tortured or whatever by you lot.”
Killer couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at that. “Wise words.”
“Killer.”
“What? It was!”
Nightmare sighed and turned back to Sci. “Fine, thanks for coming.”
“It’s no problem… Here’s the meds he needs… I’ll come back tomorrow to check on him. For now just let him sleep.” With that Sci turned around and left the castle. He knew when he wasn’t welcome anymore and he didn’t really want to stick around there for long anyway.
Killer stood up from his seat next to Miracle and walked over to Nightmare, he reached out and gently placed his hand on his husband’s shoulder, the act making Nightmare flinch slightly.
“There’s nothing we can do right now, Moonlight… Let’s just let him rest.”
“I don’t want to leave him alone…”
Killer simply sighed and walked over to the bookcase. He ran his fingers over the spines of the books until he came to the end of the line. “Want to read to him then? It always seems like the sound of your voice relaxes him.”
“That sounds like a good idea to me,” Nightmare muttered as he stood up to join Killer at the bookcase. He reached out to take a book at random and turned back to see Miracle snuggle up in his bed. At least he looked comfortable even if he didn’t feel well.
Nightmare was reading for a while with Killer sitting on the bed before Miracle began to stir, his purple eyes slowly opening as he groaned and turned to the side, knocking off the cloth on his head.
“Hey, Kiddo,” Killer said as he got off the bed to give him some space. “How’re you feeling now?”
“...Tired… My head hurts…”
“We better give you your meds then,” Nightmare said, grabbing the box Sci had given him and opening it up. “Can you sit up?”
Miracle groaned again and slowly pulled himself up, he really didn’t look well at all now, it really seemed to have caught up with him. Still moving slowly he put out his hand so Nightmare could give him the pills and took them without complaint as Killer handed him a glass of water. The lack of complaint really showed he didn’t feel well.
“We have liquid medicine for you to take too, for the cold Sci said you have,” Killer told him as he grabbed the other box.
“Ew, do I have to?” There is the complaining.
“We just want you to feel better, just swallow it fast and you won’t taste it.”
“You always say that…”
“The sooner you take it the sooner you’ll feel better,” Nightmare added. “Killer, give it to him.”
Miracle pouted as Killer opened the bottle and poured out the medicine into the cap before he handed it to him.
With a deep breath Miracle tipped the liquid into his mouth, taking it like a shot, he swallowed but as soon as he did his face screwed up and he stuck his tongue out. “Yuck! It’s so gross! Icky!”
Killer couldn’t stop himself from laughing, at the very least Miracle seemed to have more energy now; the nap probably did him some good, although he was still clearly unwell. It wouldn’t be too long before he was better even if it’d take longer than normal. Killer was relieved, he’d been so worried when he’d seen Miracle collapse but seeing his son now he could relax again.
Nightmare wasn’t as optimistic as his husband was; Miracle was still sick and as long as he was Nightmare wasn’t going to be able to relax. He quickly grabbed up the glass and handed it to Miracle. “Drink up and rest, and tell us if you need anything and you have to tell us if you feel worse. I really can’t lose you.”
Taking the water and having a drink before he bowed his head, Miracle sighed. “Yes, I’ll… I’ll do that.”
“You have to, we don’t want you to suffer.”
“I understand.”
“You never need to hide anything from us, we’re your parents and we want you to trust us,” Killer said as he placed his hand on his son’s head and pet him. “We love you.”
“I love you guys too… I promise I’ll tell you from now on.”
“Good boy,” Killer smiled at him before a knock on the door made the little family turn to look at it.
“Is Miracle awake? I’ve made roasted carrot ginger soup,” Horror’s voice came from the other side.
“You hungry, Kiddo?” Killer asked with a smile, he knew Horror would insist on Miracle eating at least a little but if he really wasn’t up for it Killer was willing to let Miracle pretend to still be sleeping.
As if on cue, Miracle's stomach growled. “I could try to eat a little…”
“You won’t throw it back up?” Nightmare asked.
“I don’t feel that kind of sick…”
“Then it might be best for him to eat a little?” Killer said to which Nightmare nodded.
“You can come in Horror,” Nightmare called and slowly the door opened to reveal Horror in a pink frilly apron, a joke gift from Dust, he was balancing a tray on his hand that held a big bowl of soup, a glass of orange juice and a large orange as well.
“Here we are,” Horror said as he carefully placed the tray down on Miracle’s desk before he brought the bowl over to him. “A good healthy soup to fight the illness and vitamin C is good too so I also brought an orange as well as orange juice… Is this enough food? Should I have brought more? Maybe I should have brought more…”
“This is fine, Uncle Horror… I don’t think I’m up for eating a lot…”
“Yeah but what if you get your appetite back once you start eating?”
“I’m sure this will be fine, Horror,” Nightmare cut in, sensing Horror’s worry, the whole gang really cared for the child. “If he wants more we’ll let you know.”
“Alright,” Horror said as he relaxed a little before turning to the child again. “How’re you feeling?”
“Sore head… I feel weak too…”
“He’ll get better,” Nightmare said, “Sci says it’s just the normal and a cold… That wouldn’t have gotten so bad if he told us.”
Miracle bowed his head again at that as he slowly brought his spoon to his mouth to eat some of the hot soup. “It’s really good! Thank you, Uncle!”
Horror beamed at the praise, he was so happy his family loved his food. “Good… Just call me if you need more, okay? I’ll get out of the way, let you rest…”
“Thank you, Horror,” Nightmare stated as he watched Horror nod and turn to leave. “You just eat as much as you can, Miracle.”
“I will… I’m really sorry for making you guys worry,” Miracle said as he stirred his soup with his spoon. “I don’t want you to worry…”
“You’re asking the impossible with that, your dad does nothing but worry about you. Has done so since day one,” Killer joked but there was a seriousness to it.
“...I just don’t want you to go through anything similar to what I did… I don’t want you to be in pain or scared or unwell…”
Miracle looked up at his father as he spoke, the fear was clear on his face but Miracle smiled up at him. “I’m fine, Daddy, really… I’ll rest up and I’ll be fine... And I’m really really sorry for not telling you.”
Nightmare looked his son in the eyes, those purple eyelights that were so much like his old eyes stared back at him and Nightmare couldn’t stop himself. Being careful not to spill the soup, Nightmare wrapped his arms around his son in a tight hug. “You better be, I love you, Miracle… Never, ever lie to me again.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
Killer smiled as he watched his husband and son hug. While this had been a horrible day he knew things would be fine like Miracle was insisting. After some rest and meds Miracle would be back to himself and they wouldn’t let this happen again. Both Nightmare and Killer knew Miracle had learnt his lesson about telling them when he was sick. He’d get sick again but next time they’d catch it faster. For now all they could do was watch over the boy while he recovered from his illness. It would take a while but the cure was simple and they’d all be back to normal soon.