Daddy Thrax-An OJ RP (Chp 28)

Ozzy: *starts to cough close to dawn*

Thrax: *snaps awake and rushes to Ozzy's side* What wrong angel?

Ozzy: *coughs some more* Th-throat hurts...

Thrax: *thinks then snaps his fingers* I know something that'll help. *lifts Ozzy up, carrying him to the kitchen and takes out a medicine bottle* Here we go.

Ozzy: *sniffles and nuzzles into his chest*

Thrax: *sits him down* It's okay baby. this'll help sooth your throat. *unscrews the lid and pours some onto a spoon then lifts it to Ozzy's mouth*

Ozzy: *turns his head away* icky...

Thrax: *chuckles* No it isn't. It's actually quite sweet.

Ozzy: *slowly opens his mouth*

Thrax: *gently spoons it into his mouth* Good boy.

Ozzy: *drinks it*

Thrax: *sets the bottle back in the cupboard, spoon in the sink before lifting Ozzy up* There you go sweetie, that should your sore throat. *gently strokes Ozzy's throat with his finger*

Ozzy: *swallows a little more and then relaxes against his chest* feels better... *clings to him* I hurt so bad all over...

Thrax: *gently rubs his back* Hush-sssshhhh-sssssshhhhhh. . .It's okay baby, you'll be better in no time. You just need to rest. *strokes Ozzy's cheek*

Ozzy: What if they come back.. *clings tighter*

Thrax: *holds him close* They'll never come back, your grandfather has seen to that.

Ozzy:* sniffles* What'd he do?

Thrax: *smirks* Let's just say they're not of this world anymore. *gently begins to rock Ozzy*

Ozzy: *looks up at him and then nods, realising, clinging tightly*

Thrax: *pats his back* There's no need to worry about them anymore, baby. *kisses him*

Ozzy: *hugs him tightly*

Thrax: *grabs a warm bottle of formula and heads back to the nursery, sitting down on the rocker*

Ozzy: *clings to him*

Thrax: It's okay baby, I here. *slips the nipple between Ozzy's lips* Here ya go.

Ozzy: *clings still but turns his head, refusing it* My stomach hurts...

Thrax: *smiles, setting the bottle on the night stand and begins rocking Ozzy*

Ozzy: *hugs him tightly* Is Grams ok?

Thrax: No worse fore ware. *sighs* Though she blames herself for what happened to you.

Ozzy: *cuddles closer and sniffles*

Thrax: *continues rocking him while humming a lullaby*

Ozzy: *closes his eyes*

Thrax: *silently gets up and lays Ozzy back in the crib, pulling the covers up round him and his bear*

Ozzy: *continues to sleep shivering*

Thrax: *gently strokes his face, refusing to go back to sleep with his son like this*

Vic: *yawns, going to check on his son and grandchild*

Thrax: *ears twitch at his father's foot-steps, turning around*

Vic: *places his hand on his shoulder* You should rest son. You look weary.

Thrax: *bites his lip* I can't father, not with Ozzy like this.

Vic: And if you over exhaust yourself what good will you be to him... Son I did this enough for you when you were small... I'll watch over him while you get a few winks.

Thrax: *sighs* Alright but come get me if there's any problems. *heads out of the nursery to the living-room, laying down on the couch*

Vic: I sure will son. *pats his back as he walks out of the room and watches over Ozzy*

Thrax: *places his hand on his forehead* -Dammit if this keeps up I'll be sent to an early grave.- *closes his eyes to rest*

Marie: *yawns sitting up* Frank what a night. *sees that Vic isn't there, grabs a walking stick next to the bed and struggles to her feet heading to the nursery to see Ozzy.*

Vic: *turns and sees her, approaching her* How do you feel love?

Marie: *smiles* Still a little sore but not as bad as yesterday. *kisses him*

Vic: I made our son go rest. *sits back down, offering his lap for her to sit in*

Marie: *rolls her eyes, sitting in his lap* He's just worry that's all. *wraps her arms round him*

Vic: *hugs her close* The little one is resting... Though I should check his diaper soon.

Marie: *nods, sighing dreamily* Brings back memories, doesn't it?

Vic: *nods* Certainly does... *smiles* Remember when Thraxy was that small?

Marie: *nods, chuckling* I practically had to twist you arm off just to get you to help out with him.

Vic: *blushes* I remember... *starts to idly stroke and play with his wife's hair* Do you know you're as beautiful as the day we met... probably more...

Marie: *blushes* Oh Vic you're such a tease. *giggle*

Vic: *kisses her on the cheek then the lips, not trying to start anything, just cuddling his wife as he watches over his grandchild*

Marie: *quietly purrs, nuzzling him*

Vic: *purrs back, nuzzling her*

Marie: rests her head on Vic's shoulder, keeping her eye on Ozzy from where she's sitting*

Ozzy: *shifts in his sleep but doesn't wake*

Marie: *smiles softly, her eyes half closed* Little angel.

Vic:* smiles as well* Indeed... He looks so young...

Marie: *nods* Yes he does.

Thrax: *yawns as he gets up from the couch, looking up at the clock* -Might as well make breakfast for everyone.- *heads into the kitchen and begins cooking*

Vic: *kisses her on the forehead* How do you feel sweetheart?

Marie: *smiles* A lot better now. *kisses him back*

Vic: Good. *wraps his arms around her and strokes her hair lightly*

Marie: *sighs softly, leaning against him until her nose twitches at the smell of the food*

Vic: It would seem that our son couldn’t get any sleep...

Marie: *nods* Can you blame him with all that's happened?

Vic: Not in the least.

Marie: *sighs, leaning against him looking in Ozzy's direction*

Ozzy; *starts to whimper*

Marie: *struggles to her feet and limps over to Ozzy*

Vic: Marie... sit down.. I will get him.

Marie: *nods, sitting back down* Alright.

Vic: *Carefully picks up the cell from the crib and sits down, moving to place the young one in Marie's lap*

Marie: *gently cradles the cell in her arms, rubbing his back*

Ozzy: *nuzzles in his sleep, his thumb in his mouth*

Marie: *begins humming a lullaby different from the ones Thrax sang and hummed to Ozzy while rocking him back and forth*

Ozzy: *nuzzles, seeming to calm down in his sleep, murmuring something about 'grammy' and seems soothed*

Marie: *smiles sweetly, kissing her grandson on the forehead*

Ozzy: *starts to yawn and his eyes slowly flutter open as he looks bleary-eyed up at his grandmother*

Marie: *smiles sweetly at him* Morning, angel. *taps his nose*

Ozzy: Morning Grams.. *cuddles* Are you ok?

Marie: *nods* Much better, sweetie

Ozzy: Good.. *hugs her* *softly* Grammy?

Marie: Hmm?

Ozzy: *softly* I love you...

Marie: *smiles, tears of joy in her eyes* I love you to, little one. *kisses him*

Vic: Awww... *smiles warmly and strokes the boy's hair*

Marie: *smiles at them both* You hungry, sweetie?

Ozzy: *nods a little*My tummy hurts...

Marie: *gently rubs it* Maybe it'll calm down once you've eaten.

Ozzy: *nods again and sniffles* Where's daddy?

Marie: He's down in the kitchen making breakfast. Speaking of which he's probably wondering where we are.

Vic: I'll go let him know you're awake. *pats his back and stands, heading into the kitchen*

Thrax: *finishes setting the table and laying out the food* Not too much and not too little. *turns to see Vic entering* Good morning father.

Vic: Morning son. How are you feeling?

Thrax: *shrugs* A little groggy but that's just me.

Vic: You should try to get some sleep today son... Ozzy's awake by the way.

Thrax: *smiles* How is he?

Vic: His fever seems to be down.

Thrax: *sighs with relief* That's good. And mother?

Vic: She's doing much better as well. she's holding him now.

Marie: *limps in carrying Ozzy though doesn’t have much difficulty doing it*

Thrax: *sees the two of them* Good morning. Mother. Ozzy. *smiles*

Marie: *returns the smile* Morning my son.

Ozzy: *softly* Mornin’ daddy.. *still sleepy eyed*

Thrax: *takes Ozzy in his arms and sits down at the table*

Marie: *sits down next to him*

Ozzy: *hug him, clinging on tightly*

Thrax: Help yourselves to whatever you want. *looks at Ozzy* but I’m afraid it’s soft food for you until you’re better again.

Marie: *only takes a couple of pieces of toast*

Ozzy: *nods a little* My tummy hurts. . .

Thrax: *thinks* Will you be able to eat oatmeal, angel?

Ozzy: *nods a little, still clung on tight*

Thrax: *ties a bib round Ozzy’s neck then picks up a bowl of oatmeal with honey* Here you go. *dips the spoon in and holds it in front of Ozzy*

Ozzy: *opens his mouth and eats it*

Thrax: Good boy. *continues to feed Ozzy*

Ozzy: *eats about a third of the bowl before turning his head away and refusing more*

Marie: *taking a drink of tea looks concerned*

Thrax: *sets the bowl down then gently rubs Ozzy’s stomach*

Ozzy: *rests his head on Thrax’s shoulder and sniffles softly*

Thrax: My poor baby. *rubs Ozzy’s back gently, starts rocking him*

Ozzy: Mmmph. . . dun feel good. . . *clings*

Thrax: *bites his lip still rocking Ozzy* You’re going to be okay, angel. I promise. *kisses him*

Ozzy: *cuddles close, seeming soothed by the gentle rocking*

Marie: *gets up and heats up the bottle of formula that was left in the nursery* Maybe this’ll help him. *hands it to Thrax*

Thrax: Thanks. *takes it and lifts it to Ozzy*

Ozzy: *looks at it for a moment before opening his mouth and drinking, cuddling with Thrax*

Thrax: *gently rubs Ozzy's side, allowing his son to drink*

Ozzy: *finishes the bottle, cuddling close to him, seeming to feel better once the bottle is empty*

Thrax: *sets the bottle down and lifts Ozzy to his shoulder, rubbing his back*

Ozzy: *coughs a little then lets out a soft burp after a few minutes, continuing to cuddle, nearly asleep again*

Thrax: *sighs* -Poor thing.- *carries Ozzy back to the nursery and lays him down in the crib* Rest now angel. *kisses his forehead* *picks up the monitor and heads back to the kitchen*

*Ozzy's cell phone rings on the coffee table*

Thrax: What the? *picks it up and looks at the number*

*it's FPD*

Thrax: *bites his lip and darts into the master bedroom, giving Drix a hard shove* Drix!

Drix: Mph? *wakes up and sit sup* Hm? What? Oh.. *looks at the phone*

Thrax: *hand it to him* Best if you take care of this. *shallows a lump in his throat*

Drix: *answers the phone* Hello? Oh.... Yes Chief... Yes sorry I'm late I'll be in soon... Well Ozzy's pretty bad off... Yes sir I'll tell him.... Yes sir.... Alright... Yes sir. *hangs up*

Thrax: *rolls his eyes* What does he want this time? *folds his arms*

Drix: Well He wants me to come in as soon as possible... He believed me when I told him Ozzy was injured and ill... He asked me to try and get him to see a doctor... I told him I would but he seems to be just fine under your care.

Thrax: *nods* He is at the moment. *turns to leave* There's breakfast on the kitchen table if you want something to eat.

Drix: Thank you. I'm patrolling today so if you need anything please don't hesitate to call me. I promise to respond.

Thrax: *nods to him* Of course. *heads back to the kitchen, massaging his temples* -Frank, that was too close.-

Marie: *sees him enter* What was that all about?

Thrax: *sighs* The FPD called on Ozzy’s mobile, Drix took the message.

Marie: *cringes a little* Too close for comfort.

Vic: You alright son?

Thrax: Yeah. *sits back down at the table finishing off his food*

Vic: *pats his hand* At least his boss seems to care.

Thrax: *nods, smiling*

Vic: *stands and approaches his son to give him a hug*

Thrax: *returns his father's affection*

Marie: *can't help but smile at the two*

Vic: *kisses him on top of the head and strokes his hair like he did when he was young*

Marie: *covers her mouth to stop giggling*

Thrax: *blushes*

Vic: *smirks* Oh hush. *chuckles* He needs the coddling.. he's had a rough night.

Marie: *rolls her eyes* The problem is you don't know your limit dear husband. *smirks*

Vic: Limit... what's that word mean? *chuckles*

Thrax: *still red in the face gathers the dishes but leaves a plate aside for Drix* *washes them and sets them back in the cupboard*