Ben breathed heavy over the drain and lurched forward once more when he caught wind of Emma's baby food from this morning, sitting on the counter.

Tucker scrunched his nose. "Nasty."

Ben white knuckled the kitchen counter and remained hovering over the sink. Riley stayed hesitantly by the door as Bonnie placed her hands on her son's shoulders and steered him towards the kitchen table. "Woah, easy." Ben said grabbing at his head.

Bonnie looked back towards Tucker, "Do you have a thermometer?"

Tucker nodded his head and rummaged through the kitchen drawers coming across the small instrument. Bonnie took it in her hands and placed the cool metal under Ben's tongue. It beeped and she hissed. "103. Ben Wheeler you are most certainly sick."

Ben moaned and laid his head on the table. Riley came up behind him and rubbed his back. Bonny gave her son a concerned look and looked back at Riley. "Riley can you stay here while I go get some supplies from the store?"

She looked up questionably. "Supplies?"

"Well looks like the typical stomach bug and with Ben that means it will get explosive before it gets better."

Ben groaned indignantly, not lifting his head. Riley gave him a look of sympathy. "Yeah I'll stay here with him."

"Danny!" she yelled.

"Yes, Mom?" he said peeking past the hallway.

"Get Emma to daycare for Ben."

He nodded and grabbed the baby bag and propped Emma, once again on his hip as he reached for her stroller.

Ben lifted his head weakly from the table. "Bye bye Emma. Daddy loves you."