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Gerard was doing so well with potty training that Mikey wanted to treat him to a special dinner. Gerard picked Wendy's and ordered an 8 piece nugget, fries, chili, soda and a vanilla frosty.
“Good job buddy. You're doing so well.”
Gerard grinned around a mouthful of nuggets.
That night, Mikey felt like Gerard could handle pullups as a next step.
Gerard fell asleep far too quickly. Mikey assumed it was the tiredness from the excitement Gee felt.
Gerard suckled on his thumb as he slept.
Around midnight Gerard's belly started hurting. The fast food was too much for his little tummy. The gurgles and cramping seemed to increase by the millisecond and Gerard was hurting horribly. He cried and rubbed his bloated belly expecting to calm the poor tum down.
It only made the pain in his gut worse. He cried as his tummy filled with gas and liquid slush.
Using his tummy muscles hurt his poorly belly. He resigned himself to calling for his Big little brother.
“Bubbi!!!!” He cried, “Bubbi!!! Help!!”
Mikey ran in.
“What's the matter, Gee?”
Mikey saw Gerard curled up clutching his full belly.
“Oh, Geebear, does your belly hurt?”
“Tummy bad!!” Gerard sobbed. “Tummy needs potty!!”
Mikey picked up his Little big brother and carried him to the bathroom rubbing Gerard's tight abdomen as the poor guy sobbed.
Gerard felt himself let go, his belly unable to control itself. He sobbed as his tummy contracted and liquid slop filled his pull up.
Mikey was sad for him. Poor baby had an obviously sick tummy and it culminated to the scene they had now. Mikey just rubbed his Little big Brother's belly, grimacing at the feeling of his belly tumbling under his hand.
“Oh, sweetheart you've got quite the runny tummy.”
Gerard whined.
“Let's get you clean and some tummy medicine for your poor bubbling belly.”
Mikey removed Gerard's pull up gasping at how much damage was done by the fast food Gee ate only hours earlier.
Gerard cried and hugged his sick tummy.
Mikey wet a washrag and began wiping away the mess, taking care not to jostle the poor guy around.
Gerard felt his belly grumble as he whimpered.
“There, there. Tummy. Calm down.” Mikey gently rubbed his Little big Brother's belly as Gerard was lulled to sleep again. Mikey changed Gerard's pull up and carried him to bed gently setting Gee down on the mat and tucking his little one in kissing his face and handing him a sippy of flat pop to settle his poor tumtum.
Gerard burped contently and hugged his Minecraft creeper plushie to his sore belly.
He loved Gee. In sickness and health. They would be okay.