Mike woke up feeling cold, very cold. He felt the soggy diaper between his legs, and assumed it was the source of his shivers. He snuggled into Harvey to steal his body heat, and woke him up with a soft tug.

"Good morning." Harvey said, as he took in Mike's shy expression. He wrapped an arm around Mike, although the boy refused to make eye contact. "It's okay kiddo." He planted a kiss on Mike's forehead, before getting up and assembling the diaper changing kit. He guided Mike onto his back, humming a soft tune as he cleaned Mike. It had been nearly a month since Mike had moved in, and they had eventually settled down into a routine. Mike would wake up, immediately urging Harvey to do the same. Harvey would then comfort Mike, before cleaning him up as fast as possible. Mike still made a fuss on most days, embarrassed at the situation, but today he laid quietly. "Everything alright?" Harvey asked, noticing the silence.

Mike blinked at Harvey, cocking his head confused. He felt exhausted, too tired to answer.

Harvey furrowed his eyebrows. Mike was acting strangely, and it unnerved him. "All done." he said, as he pulled the pants back on Mike.

Mike didn't move, his muscles fatigued. He didn't try to get up, feeling his body weighing down on him.

Harvey took it as a sign that Mike was just feeling cuddly, and picked Mike up. He smiled as he bounced Mike up and down trying to excite him.

"Daddy stop." Mike said quietly, feeling nausea at what usually made him squeal in delight.

Harvey frowned as he stopped. Had Mike grown out of it? Harvey loved making Mike giggle as he bounced him, Mike's high pitched laughter always gave him a warm feeling. He didn't say anything as he sat Mike on a chair and began to prepare breakfast. He placed the plate in front of Mike, who looked at it without touching it.

Mike poked slightly at his food, not wanting to eat. "Daddy I'm not hungry today. May I be excused?" he asked meekly.

Harvey was more hurt than angry at Mike's odd behavior that morning. Whereas he would usually force Mike to finish his food, he stared awkwardly, "Sure..." he said, as he sadly watched Mike walk away. Morning was usually their time alone together, which Harvey had come to greatly enjoy. He felt slightly rejected, and desperately called out, "Mike?" When Mike turned around he asked, "Do you need help getting ready?"

"I'm fine." Mike replied, as he walked away. The second he reached the bedroom he fell on to the bed. He curled around his bear, and covered himself in blankets. It was suddenly very cold everywhere he went, and he just wanted to go to sleep. After a while, he realized he had to get ready. He didn't want to be late, so he shook himself awake. He sleepily changed clothes, failing a few times before finally succeeding. He walked back into the living room, and sat down to absent-mindedly watch some TV.

"You ready?" Harvey asked, putting his tie on. Mike only nodded, which made Harvey grow even more concerned. He sat down on the couch, pulling Mike on to his lap. He was about to ask Mike what was wrong, when Mike began to pull away.

Mike smelt the strong smell of Harvey's cologne, and suddenly felt like throwing up. "Nooo..." he whined with a cracked voice, as he tried to get away.

Harvey felt his heart shatter, as Mike pushed him away. He sadly let go, and watched as Mike walked away from him for the second time this morning. He followed Mike to the bedroom, and sat down next to him. He saw Mike move away from him the second he approached. "Are you mad at daddy?" he asked softly.

Mike looked at him confused. "No..." he answered.

Harvey saw that the reply was genuine, but he couldn't help the small doubt in his mind. "Are you sure?" he asked running a hand through Mike's hair.

Mike nodded, and slowly got up. "Can I wait for you in the car?" he asked, as he grabbed his bag. In the car he could rest, ready to go.

Harvey frowned. They always went down together, Harvey even carrying Mike sometimes. It was as if Mike was avoiding him on purpose. "Yeah... Go ahead." he replied.

Mike walked out of the door, and made his way downstairs. He barely greeted Ray, and sunk into the car.

"Are you alright?" Ray asked, looking at him through the mirror.

"Yeah I think so..." Mike replied looking down. He didn't want to use his throat at the moment, feeling it burn slightly.

"Hm, okay." was all Ray said, seeing Mike was avoiding conversation.

The ride to the office wasn't long, but to Mike it felt like it would never end. Every turn made him queasy and every bump made him want to vomit. He wanted to go home, and cuddle up to Harvey. Obviously that wasn't going to happen, because they had work and he had to be a big boy. Monday's were hard for him, having to get used to not being with Harvey all the time. It was like being pulled away every week, and he always had a hard time letting go of Harvey at work. When they arrived at the office, Mike slowly made his way to his cubicle, barely looking at Harvey.

"I'll see you...later?" Harvey asked more than stated. He was hoping Mike would come to his office, just for a short cuddle, maybe some kisses. At Mike's nod, Harvey walked away.

He walked into his office, only giving Donna a small "Hey."

"What's wrong?" Donna asked, the second Harvey entered his office. She could always tell when something was wrong with him.

"It's Mike..." Harvey began. "He... I don't think he wants to be around me anymore..."

"Harvey, that's crazy. He looks at you like you're superman." Donna said, as if Harvey were a lunatic.

"I don't know... He's been acting weird all morning, and when I tried to make him feel better he just..." it pained Harvey to say it, but he did. "He pulled away from me."

"Obviously something is wrong," Donna said, "but it's not you Harvey." she comforted.

"It could be." Harvey replied, sinking down on his couch.

Donna sighed, "Let's just give him space." she advised, before adding, "After he drops off the Campbell files of course."

"Donna I don't need those for another day." Harvey reminded.

"I know that," Donna smiled, "but he doesn't."

Harvey looked up at her, daring to give a small smile. "Thank you."

Donna walked out with a small chuckle. She called for Mike, and waited until he came. She looked at him confused when he walked down the hallway. He was having a coughing fit. "Aww sweetie, what's wrong?" Donna asked, as she saw Mike's appearance. She held him in a gentle hug, before pulling away. "Why are you so warm?" she asked alarmed.

Harvey looked out nervously from his desk. He wished he could be the one hugging Mike. He was shocked when she pulled away. He walked out, and asked, "What's happening?"

Mike nearly fainted by the time Harvey came out. Thankfully, Harvey rushed over to catch him as he fell. Mike looked up with red eyes at Harvey, feeling much worse than he had that morning. He had fallen asleep at his desk a short while after getting to work, only to be rudely awoken by another associate who ordered him to report to Harvey's office. The fatigue from the morning had multiplied, and so had his nausea and fever. As he leaned on Harvey, he shivered uncontrollably, his throat feeling like sandpaper.

"I think Mike is sick." Donna explained, eyes wide. Donna suddenly realized Harvey probably hadn't noticed Mike was ill all morning, because he didn't have much experience tending to sick people. "Get him on the couch." she instructed.

Harvey did as Donna said, grabbing the blanket and the bear afterwards when Mike began coughing again. He covered Mike in the blanket, and looked down guiltily. He had only cared about his own hurt feelings, not considering the possibility that Mike was feeling anything less than healthy. He knelt next to Mike, and felt his forehead, "Donna he's burning up. What do we do?" he asked panicked.

"Calm down, I'm calling a doctor to meet you at your condo." Donna said, walking out as the doctor picked up.

Harvey calmed down slightly, and waited next to Mike for a few minutes. "Mike, why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Harvey asked, softly playing with Mike's hair.

"I didn't feel this sick in the morning… I'm sorry." Mike replied guiltily. When Harvey sighed and looked away, Mike tugged strenuously at his sleeve, "Daddy?"

"Hm?" Harvey turned towards Mike, snapping out of his inner panick.

"Are you mad?" Mike asked shyly.

"Of course not." Harvey replied, giving Mike a quick kiss. "You have to tell daddy when you feel sick though, okay? So he can make you feel better." he added, as he wiped away the sweat that was building up on Mike's forehead. His handkerchief was now soaked, but he decided it was well worth it.

"What if we have work?" Mike croaked.

"Mike I'm your daddy full time," he began, holding Mike's hand. "I'm only your boss part time." he explained, trying to convince Mike that their work relationship was pretty much non-existent now. "If you're feeling sick, you don't come to work, ever." he said with a strong voice. "I care more about your health than the work you turn in." He pulled Mike into a hug, but frowned when he heard small whines. "You don't want to hug?" Harvey asked. He was getting tired of Mike pulling away every time he got close.

"I do... It's just..." Mike began, not knowing how to phrase it. "You smell..."

Harvey furrowed his eyebrows. He had bought his cologne at an extremely high price, and he had always thought it smelt good. "You don't like my cologne?" he asked confused.

"No! Today it just makes me feel sick..." Mike explained, scared he had offended Harvey.

"Ah." Harvey said relieved. Mike still wanted to be held by him, he just felt sick because of Harvey's products. That could easily be changed. Harvey grinned at Mike, who stared back confused.

Mike was about to question him, when Donna interrupted.

"The doctor will be at your place in half an hour. Jessica said you can go home. Oh, and Ray will pick you up in five minutes." Donna listed off, as she walked back in flipping her hair slightly.

"Could you be any more perfect?" Harvey asked smiling. He thanked the stars that Donna was in his life. He probably wouldn't get very far without her.

"Is that even a question?" she replied grinning. She knelt down next to Harvey, and felt Mike's forehead. "We caught it right on time, it's not too bad yet." she assured.

"Thank god." Harvey said relieved. "Mike? Think you can get up?" he asked. If they were at home Harvey would've carried him to the car, but at the office that wouldn't be an option. He helped Mike sit up, and gave him the bottle of water Donna was holding out. "Drink." he ordered, and looked expectantly at Mike whenever he stopped before the bottle was half way done. "Come on, let's stand up." he said, as he slowly pulled Mike up.

Mike whined as he was pulled up, falling back down on the couch. "I'm tired."

"I know, but the sooner you get up the sooner you can be in bed." Harvey encouraged. When Mike looked unconvinced he added, "You want to cuddle with daddy don't you?" If Harvey from a month ago had been in the room, he probably would have fainted.

Mike gave a tired but excited nod, and held his arms out. Harvey pulled him up, and he unintentionally crashed into Harvey's chest.

Harvey chuckled, as he went to pick up the blanket and stuffed bear. He shoved them into the bag, and led Mike out. "Let's go."

On their way out, Donna gave Mike a soft kiss. "Get well soon. I'll bring some chicken soup later." she said, not wanting Mike to only eat the candy and cake that Harvey would no doubt spoil him with.

Mike smiled, following Harvey to a day full of treats and coddling.

The second they arrived at the condo, Harvey picked Mike up, although Mike seemed a little sickened by his smell. He gently placed him on the bed, and grabbed a pair of pajamas. He decided to skip the diaper for now, not wanting to embarrass Mike in front of the doctor. When he finished changing Mike, he quickly tucked the shivering boy into the covers. He was about to get close, when he remembered his cologne's effect. He quickly changed into casual clothes, and approached Mike again. "Do I still smell?" he asked.

"Not really no." Mike replied, nearly asleep. He opened one eye slightly and asked, "Does the doctor have to come?"

"Of course." Harvey replied. "You don't like doctors?"

"Not really. They're kind of scary..." Mike admitted. He remembered Trevor holding his hand when they got shots in elementary. He had always had a fear of doctors and needles.

"Well... If you want to sit on my lap while the doctor checks you out, that's fine." Harvey offered. He didn't expect Mike to actually accept, but he felt the need to make himself available.

"Won't he think it's… Weird?" Mike really wanted to take Harvey up on his offer. Being held by Harvey wouldn't make the doctor any less scary, but he would feel much safer.

Harvey sighed, "Probably," he didn't want to lie to Mike, "but I'm sure he won't say anything." he encouraged. If Mike wanted comfort, Harvey would give it no matter what.

"Okay." Mike accepted after a period of silence. He closed his eyes falling asleep, holding onto Harvey's hand. When after a few minutes Harvey got up, the pull woke Mike, and he refused to let go of the hand. "Don't go…"

"Mike I think the doctor is here. I'm just going to get him." Harvey said, giving the back of Mike's hand a quick kiss. He got up to go and meet the doctor. He opened his door, "Thank you for coming, you must be Doctor ..."

"Payne, Willis Payne. Ms. Paulsen told me your boy was sick, Mr. Specter, right?" The man replied kindly, he wasn't scary, but he wasn't a teddy bear either. Harvey knew the name would freak Mike out a little.

"My boy?... Yes, my boy. He's not feeling very well." Harvey wondered what Donna had told the man. No stranger would refer to Mike as Harvey's "boy" unless they had been given closed information. He led the doctor to the bedroom where Mike was currently sleeping, and listed off the symptoms. He was interrupted however by the doctor's amused voice.

"Don't bother," he said with a laugh, "Ms. Paulsen told me everything I need to know." He walked in and greeted Mike. "Hello young man."

Mike fluttered his eyes open and muttered out a small and raspy, "Hi..."

Harvey quirked an eyebrow at this. Mike was young, but he wasn't young enough to be referred to as "young man". Perhaps the doctor's age relativity was slightly off, due to old age.

"I heard you've been feeling a little sick?" he said as he sat down on the bed. "I'm Dr. Payne." When Mike winced in reply, he chuckled. "Nice to meet you Mike."

Harvey felt slightly relieved that Donna had sent a gentle doctor, rather than a forceful one. Dr. Payne seemed softer with Mike, completely different from the professional appearance he had shown Harvey.

"Do you think you can sit up for me?" the doctor asked patiently. When Mike began to sit up the doctor smiled encouragingly. "There we go." he praised, and it sounded to Harvey as if he was cooing slightly. The doctor produced a thermometer, and motioned for Mike to open his mouth.

When Mike saw that the doctor was getting slightly too close, he shrinked slightly. He knew it was just a thermometer, but he was still scared the doctor might surprise him with something else. His name was Doctor Pain (Payne) after all, so he turned towards Harvey with desperate eyes. Harvey immediately understood the request and asked, "Can you wait just a moment?"

"Sure." the doctor replied kindly.

Harvey sat down next to Mike, and gently pulled him on to his lap. Although Mike was half-asleep, Harvey kept glancing up to see if the doctor was looking at them strangely. Surprisingly the doctor didn't seem to care, and was busy pulling out other equipment from his bag. Mike was positioned sideways, his head tucked under Harvey's chin. Harvey rubbed the boy's back a few times, and when Mike looked up he kissed his temple. "You ready?"

Mike nodded into Harvey's chest, and slowly opened his mouth. The doctor suddenly turned back to them, and slowly eased the thermometer in. Everyone in the room sat silently, and waited for the time it took for the thermometer to do its work. "102.5, hm." The doctor said, not wanting to speak of the result until he and Harvey were out of the room. He did a few more checks here and there, not commenting except for a nod or another "Hm.". Mike whimpered each time, trying to lean even closer into Harvey. Harvey was surprised the doctor didn't seem bothered by any of it.

"How is he?" Harvey asked, as the doctor began to put away his materials, except for the thermometer, which he left on the nightstand for Harvey to use later on.

"Mr. Specter, the fever isn't too bad yet, but I think Mike might need a shot. His fever won't go down otherwise." the doctor concluded quietly.

Mike panicked at that, he frantically turned around to hug Harvey's neck. "NO! Don't let him! PLEASE!" Mike wailed into Harvey's shirt, completely forgetting his earlier fear of seeming "weird". He began coughing again, from the strain wailing put on his throat.

"Shhhh." Harvey comforted. He was caught off guard again when the doctor didn't prepare the shot. Most other doctors would have used the fact that Mike couldn't see them, to give him the shot and get it over with. When Mike's coughing died down, Harvey pulled him closer. He rocked Mike slightly, as he smiled sheepishly at Dr. Payne, who only smiled back understandingly. "You're going to feel so much better if you get it. I'm going to be with you the whole time." Harvey comforted. Mike's crying didn't subside, and he was still begging into Harvey's ear. That's when Harvey was really shocked by the doctor.

"Hey Mike, Ms. Paulsen told me you like chocolate. I brought some with me." the doctor took out the chocolate. "If you let me give you the shot, the whole bar is yours." he added smiling.

At this Mike turned around. It was the 1.5x size of his favorite chocolate. It was slightly bigger than the normal size, and Mike weighed his options as if it were the most important decision in the world. He looked up at Harvey, who only smiled and gave a small nod. "Okay." was all Mike said as he dropped his left arm, and doubled the grasp he had on Harvey with his right arm. He tucked his head into the crook of Harvey's neck, and whimpered slightly.

The doctor looked at Harvey for approval, and began to prepare the shot. He was experienced in making shots as quick and painless as possible, and used his skills well.

Mike turned around surprised, "That's it?" he asked in a scratchy voice.

"Yup." the doctor smiled. "What's your favorite color?" he asked.

"Red." Mike replied happily, as he was handed a bar of chocolate.

The doctor got out a red bandaid, and stuck it on top of some cotton. "All done, now get some rest. I'm going to talk to your dad for a little bit."

Mike looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, not knowing how the doctor knew of Harvey and his "relationship".

The doctor laughed, "You want to know when you have to go back to school? Probably not for the rest of the week." he said with a wink, although he knew Mike would be healthy a day or two before that.

Harvey was now very eager to know what Donna had told the doctor, but laughed along for the sake of keeping up whatever story the doctor had been told. Harvey stepped out of the bed, and laid Mike underneath the covers. "Let me walk you out." he said as he walked to Dr. Payne.

"Bye Mike." the doctor waved.

"Bye doctor!" Mike waved happily, although he was too tired to show half the emotions he felt.

When they arrived in the living room, the doctor began, "His fever is a little high, but it should lower soon enough if you're lucky. Otherwise it'll get bad before it gets better. I prescribed something for that, and headaches as well." he passed Harvey the prescription.

Harvey sighed, knowing his luck, it would probably get worse first.

"His throat is sore, so there's something in there for that too." Dr. Payne said pointing at the paper that Harvey was reading over. "Don't worry, I picked syrup that works medically AND tastes good."

Harvey didn't know how grateful he would be for that yet. "And the nausea?" he asked.

Dr. Payne chuckled at the worry. "It's all in there Mr. Specter, relax." The pair then walked over to the entrance.

When they were in front of the door, the doctor presented Harvey with his business card.

Dr. Willis Payne

Pediatrician

"Call me if he ever gets sick again." he smiled warmly.

Harvey read the business card surprised. "I will. Do you mind if I ask, what kind of doctor are you exactly?" he asked curious.

"I'm a pediatrician, but I also treat teenagers who haven't really grown out of the pediatrics ward. I know it's harder for some kids to go straight to an adult hospital." the doctor explained. "It started when a few of my young patients became older, but didn't want to go see other doctors. After that I began treating other older kids who had a hard time with hospitals."

Ah, so the truth had been slightly stretched, but Mike did have a childish face so it was believable. Harvey smiled at the thought, Donna really was a genius. "Well, thank you so much for coming. Hopefully I won't have to call on you too soon again." Harvey said with a laugh.

"Take good care of him Mr. Specter, although I'm sure you will." the doctor replied, as he stepped out.

"Hey junior, how are you feeling?" Harvey asked as he walked back in to the bedroom.

Mike shrugged as he chewed on the chocolate.

Harvey chuckled at the brown mess on Mike's face. He grabbed a tissue and began to wipe off the chocolate, despite Mike struggling to get away to keep eating. "You better not make a mess on my sheets Michael." Harvey warned sternly, although Mike could sense the humor in his voice. Harvey sighed as Mike giggled happily, nearly dropping the chocolate. Harvey quickly caught the potential hazard (well for his clean sheets at least) and placed it on the night stand.

"Daddy my chocolate." Mike whined, as he began to kick slightly.

Harvey spotted a tantrum in the near future, and nipped it in the bud. "What happens to little boys who throw temper tantrums?" Harvey asked, as he looked pointedly at Mike's legs.

Mike immediately stopped, and stared back wide eyed. "You can't spank me! I'm sick!" he argued, his scratchy voice proving his statement.

"If you misbehave, you'll get a spanking wether you're sick or not." Harvey replied nonchalantly.

Mike looked down, and unconsciously gave a small yawn. He played with his shirt, eyeing the chocolate not-so-discreetly.

Harvey couldn't help but smile. "Are you going to be a good boy, or should I put the chocolate away?" he jokingly added, "Right now I'm not sure if I should give you any."

Mike looked at Harvey with puppy eyes. "Please?" he tried in his cutest voice.

Harvey didn't last long, and relented with a humored face. "Will you be more careful?" he asked.

Mike nodded obediently, and waited as Harvey adjusted the wrapper so it covered the chocolate better.

"Here." Harvey said as he handed Mike the chocolate. He slowly pulled down the covers, receiving a confused look from Mike. "I think it's going to be nap time for you soon, so I'm just getting you ready." he explained as he got a diaper and other products from a drawer.

"Daddy I don't need it. It's not bed time." Mike protested, feeling Harvey pull down his pants.

"Michael this isn't up for discussion." Harvey stated strictly. "You remember what happened last time you had a nap without a diaper, don't you?" he reminded, as he placed the diaper underneath Mike.

Mike turned red, and looked to the side. He shut his eyes as Harvey uncapped the lotion, feeling helpless. "But..."

"You don't have to be embarrassed Mikey, I just don't want you to wet the bed again." Harvey comforted, rubbing Mike's arm. "Eat the chocolate, there's still so much left." he encouraged.

Mike began nipping at the treat, feeling that it wasn't as appealing. After a minute though, he began chowing down on it, forgetting about his earlier mood.

"Let's get you tucked in." Harvey cooed, as he pulled Mike's pants over the diaper. He took the empty packaging from Mike's hands, and began covering Mike up.

"Do I have to take a nap?" Mike asked, finally noticing he might be just a little bit sleepy.

"You're looking so much better after the shot. Wouldn't want to tire yourself out, would you?"

"But daddy..." Mike tried, his eyes betraying him.

"Shh, get some rest. You're going to feel so much better when you wake up." at least Harvey hoped.

Harvey sank down on the couch. Ray had just come back from the pharmacy, dropping off the prescribed medicine, as well as a surprise chocolate cake Harvey had ordered for Mike. He was about to walk back to the bedroom to check on the sleeping kid when he heard a small cry.

"Daddy!"

Harvey bounced up, and barged into the room to find Mike hunched over on the bed. He rushed to get the small bin he had placed in the corner of the room. He pushed it underneath Mike just in time for Mike to throw up. Harvey soothingly rubbed his back, and reached for a bottle of water. When Mike had finished vomiting over the bin, he accepted the bottle in Harvey's hand. "Clean your mouth and spit it out." Harvey instructed. He then motioned for Mike to drink some of it, before placing the bottle down again.

"You said... You said I would feel better when I woke up." Mike sobbed out, as he climbed into Harvey's lap and into his inviting arms.

"Daddy was wrong, and he's very sorry." Harvey apologized, smoothing Mike's hair. They sat without speaking for a while, Mike's pitiful cries being the only noise in the room. Mike was curled up in Harvey's arms, slightly in shock. "Shhhh." Harvey rocked gently. He was slightly disappointed. Mike had seemed like he was feeling better after his shot, but obviously he had gotten the short straw. This fever was definitely getting worse before it went away. When the cries turned into sniffles, Harvey looked down. "Mike?"

Mike only clung Harvey's shirt tighter in response.

"Think you can let me take your temperature?" Harvey asked, lifting Mike's face by his chin.

Mike was forced to look up at Harvey, and stared back with teary eyes. He only gave a small nod, before tucking his head under Harvey's again.

Harvey grabbed the thermometer from the night stand, and gently placed it in Mike's mouth. They only waited a minute for the result. 103.8. This was bad, even Harvey could guess that much. He strategically hid the reading from Mike, and went back to comforting him. Knowing he needed to give Mike his medicine, he asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mike shook his head no.

Harvey sighed. He was about to resort to his surprise for Mike, when the door bell rang. When he got up to go open the door, he felt Mike frantically holding on to him. "It's alright Mike." Harvey said, deciding to carry Mike.

Mike rested his head on Harvey's shoulder as he was carried out to the entrance.

Harvey was surprised when he opened the door and saw Donna. "Hey, what's up?" he asked.

"What's up, is you probably forgot to cook food for Mike." Donna said, as she handed a soup container to Harvey while giving Mike a kiss on the cheek. "How are you feeling sweetheart?" she cooed.

Mike gave an inaudible mumble, but Donna seemed to understand.

"Awwwww, poor baby. Don't worry we're going to make you feel better." Donna smiled, caressing Mike's face. "Harvey you have to put him down, he's going to throw up if you carry him too long." Donna chided.

Harvey began walking back towards the bedroom, with Donna following behind. "Donna he doesn't want to let go. I'm not going to force him." Harvey explained. He tucked Mike into the covers, and reached to feel Mike's forehead but Donna beat him to it.

"He's burning. Did you take his temperature?" Donna asked.

"Yeah, we can talk about it later. I think something's wrong." Harvey commented as he saw Mike wriggling in the sheets. He had a slight suspicion, and lifted the covers, before reaching a hand down and feeling the now damp diaper. "Mike why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

"I can nap without a diaper." was all Mike said, as he turned away from Harvey and Donna pouting. He usually had better shows of defiance, but being sick as he was, turning away was the best he could do.

Harvey sighed, gently rubbing Mike's back.

"I'm going to go heat up the chicken soup." Donna said, as she walked out, sensing the two needed privacy.

Harvey sat down on the bed. "Mike." he said, as he placed a hand on Mike's arm.

Mike turned slightly, looking like he was about to cry.

"Hey, no more tears." Harvey said, as he pulled a resistant Mike to put his head on his lap. He ran a hand through the blond hair, before starting, "I told you, you don't have to be embarrassed about this stuff." When Mike didn't respond he asked, "You know I'll never judge you, right?"

"Yeah... I guess..." Mike replied uncertainly.

"Good, because I never have, and I never will." Harvey stated. "Do you trust me?" Harvey asked, although he was still scared of the answer.

Mike looked at Harvey as if he'd grown another head, "Of course." he replied, sure of himself this time.

"Then trust that I know what's best for you. Can you do that?"

Mike hesitated for a moment, but then gave a small nod.

"Good boy." Harvey praised, as he sat Mike on his lap. "Should we get you changed then?" When Mike nodded into him, Harvey cleaned him up, before picking up a new diaper. To his surprise, Mike didn't fight it, and just let Harvey proceed. He covered Mike up, and gave him a quick kiss before saying, "I'm going to call Donna back in, okay?"

Mike played with Harvey's hand, and considered it for a moment. When he made up his mind he loosened his grip, and said, "Okay." looking at Harvey with sad eyes.

"Mike, don't start with the eyes again." Harvey chided jokingly. He ruffled Mike's hair, before getting up to find Donna.

"Hey, how is he?" Donna asked as she spotted Harvey walking her way.

"Well he's definitely worse than at the office. He threw up just before you came, his temperature was 103.8." Harvey reported.

Donna gasped, "Oh my god Harvey, I should've come sooner." She turned off the stove, and placed the pot on a trivet.

"It's fine." Harvey reassured.

"I'm assuming he hasn't eaten?" Donna asked with a smirk.

"No. He needs to eat before I give him his medicine, but he said he's not hungry. I got chocolate cake for him, so I thought he might eat that."

Donna laughed, "Harvey you can't just give him cake because he doesn't want to eat anything else."

"But he's sick so isn't it okay? He feels terrible." Harvey reasoned. He could indulge a little when Mike was sick couldn't he?

"Harvey you really are a softie." Donna teased, as she got some soup into a bowl, picking up a spoon as well. "You can give him cake later, come on." she called, as she walked towards the bedroom. "How's my little angel doing?"

Mike looked up shyly. He always loved the attention Donna gave him. It was a different type of affection than what Harvey showed him, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. "I don't feel so good..." Mike replied quietly.

Donna sat on the bed, and put the soup on the nightstand. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really..." Mike replied, relaxing when Donna ran a hand through his hair.

"Sweetie you have to eat. Do you think you could try a eating a little bit?" Donna encouraged.

To Harvey's surprise, Mike began sitting up against the headboard.

Donna picked up the bowl and spoon, and instructed, "Open up."

Mike obediently opened his mouth, and waited for Donna to feed him a spoonful. "This is good."

"Of course, everything should be perfect for my little prince." Donna cooed, as she held another spoonful in front of Mike.

Mike blushed as he swallowed again. He finished the rest of the bowl quietly, and smiled timidly when Donna praised him.

"Well done, such a good boy. Isn't he Harvey?"

"What?" Harvey asked, waking up from his daze.

"Mike finished the bowl. Isn't he a good boy?" Donna turned around, the menacing look in her eyes betraying the smile on her face.

"Yes he is." Harvey confirmed, as he sat down on the other side of the bed. He ruffled Mike's hair before saying, "You need to take your medicine kid." When Mike began to whine he scolded, "None of that now, doctor's orders not mine."

Mike began to pout, and cuddled into Donna.

"Alright then," Harvey started getting up, slightly jealous, "I'll be right back." he walked out to the living room, and grabbed the pharmacy bag. He made his way back towards the bedroom, and sat in the same place he had vacated only a few seconds ago.

"Sit up, come on." Harvey instructed, as he helped Mike up. He reached into the bag and laid out the pills and syrup.

Mike hid beneath the covers, trying to avoid the foul tasting treatment. He cringed when the covers were slowly peeled back. "Nooo..."

Harvey looked at the pills satisfied. They were all small, which would make them easier for Mike to swallow. "Come on Mike, I got a surprise for you afterwards."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. Open up." Harvey ordered, before placing one of the pills on Mike's tongue. "This should help with the fever and the headaches." he explained. He held out a bottle of water, and helped Mike swallow. He did the same for the nausea medication, and then pulled out the syrup.

"No, I'm not taking that." Mike crossed his arms.

"The doctor told me it tastes good." Harvey assured. Mike still refused to take it, so Harvey came up with an idea. "Why don't you taste it?" he tried. He was seriously hoping the syrup tasted good, otherwise there was no chance Mike would take it afterwards.

"Okay..." Mike agreed, and hesitantly tasted a small drop. After testing it for a few seconds, he opened his mouth, signaling that Harvey could give him the whole dose.

Harvey sighed in relief. He quickly gave Mike the dose, before he changed his mind. "Wait with Donna, I'm going to bring you you're surprise." Harvey said grinning.

Mike grinned back, and began talking to Donna. "What is it?" he asked her.

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it pumpkin?" Donna replied.

Mike mock-sighed, and sunk down on the bed, which earned him a small laugh from Donna. He waited impatiently for Harvey to come back, and nearly fell off the bed from excitement when he arrived.

"Woah, easy there kiddo. You're going to make yourself sicker." Harvey chuckled.

"Cake!" Mike exclaimed, although it made him cough. He widened his eyes, at one of the biggest slices of cake he'd ever seen.

Harvey sat down on the bed, and was surprised to see Mike expectantly open his mouth. Harvey smiled on the inside, as he was reassured that Mike hadn't replaced him with Donna. He fed Mike the cake, while mock-warning Mike about dirtying the bed. Chocolate was going to be the end of his sheets, he realized. "Are you tired puppy?" Harvey asked, when he saw Mike yawn.

Mike sunk into the bed in response, letting out another small yawn.

"No! Wait!" Harvey said nearly yelling, as he grabbed a tissue and wiped Mike's mouth. "Go on."

Donna laughed at that, "The poor boy is sick and all you think about are your pretty sheets?"

"Well they are expensive." Harvey replied, faking a pout.

Mike frowned, "Daddy?"

"What's wrong?" Harvey asked, suddenly serious as he noticed Mike's expression.

"Daddy you told me... When I... You said you didn't care about the sheets..." It hadn't bothered him as much earlier with the chocolate bar, but now he thought maybe Harvey had been upset whenever he wet the sheets.

Harvey furrowed his eyebrows. What was Mike talking about?

Mike scrunched his face up, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wet your sheets. I won't do it again. I promise." Mike apologized, holding onto Harvey, sounding more like he was begging.

"Mikey, I was just joking, calm down. It's alright, those were just accidents, you couldn't have stopped them. I'd rather you not get chocolate stains on the sheets, but if you do it's not the end of the world." Harvey comforted as he held Mike. He rubbed Mike's back, and kept looking down to see if Mike had calmed down.

Mike held on to Harvey long after he felt better. Being sick, he wanted all the attention he could get. He smiled, as he felt Harvey give him kiss after kiss and whisper all sorts of promises for treats. He looked up grinning at Harvey.

"Have you been faking this whole time?" Harvey asked smirking.

"Only a little bit." Mike admitted sheepishly.

"That's it. You're going to sleep mister." Harvey reprimanded with a smirk, as he began tucking Mike in once again.

Mike turned to look at Donna hopefully, "Are you going to be here when I wake up?"

"Sorry sweetie, I have to go home soon. I'll come back tomorrow though, I promise." Donna answered, as she gave Mike a soft kiss.

Mike looked disappointed, but smiled at Donna. He gave a small yawn, and rubbed sleepily at his eyes.

"Get some sleep now, hopefully you'll feel better afterwards." Harvey made sure to word it properly, avoiding making the same mistake.

At that Mike closed his eyes, and began to drift off to sleep.

Harvey and Donna watched as Mike fell into a deep slumber. "He's so cute when he's sleeping." Donna commented.

"Donna you always think he's cute."

"I know, you do too." Donna winked, as she got up. "I see the way you look at him."

Harvey followed her out, sighing at her observation skills. He decided not to comment, and opted to change topics instead. "Thanks for coming."

"It's no problem, you know I'd do anything for you and Mike." she replied, as she stood in front of the door.

"You mean you can't resist Mike's adorable face." Harvey corrected smirking, but Donna knew it was his way of saying, "I'd do anything for you too.".

"I really can't. I'll come again tomorrow. There's still some soup left, so feed him that until then."

"I will." Harvey said as he opened the door. "See you tomorrow."

"See you."

A/N: I'm going to end it right here for part 1!

I thought it was a good time to post it, season premiere and all. Did you guys watch it btw? It was every bit as awesome as I thought it would be and more!

I'm also going to pause it here, to let you guys pitch in on what you want for part two. I have some ideas, but anything can be adjusted!

I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up. I don't have any real reason why posting has been taking longer these days. It just takes longer for me to write, especially with this chapter because I haven't read a lot of sick!Mike fics before... Sorry about that!

After the sick!Mike, it will probably be as Giggles96 mentioned, Louis sort of finding out about Mike and Harvey. Hint: 'Errors and Omissions' (I know that messes with the timeline cause it was mentioned past tense in 'When Harvey Became Daddy Pt. 1' but, please ignore that hitch in consistency. I'll explain more when that chapter comes along though.)

Thanks for reading!