Dylan POV.
Nathan was sick, the poor guy had the flu, he felt so bad about it, he went on a rant how he can’t get sick, and how daddies have to take care of their littles. I had to talk him down into sitting in bed and letting me take care of the little and him. I made the daddy bear soup, but even then he tried to feed the little guy first before eating.
Elliot, who drank his bottle fell asleep right away, since the little guy was asleep napping next to his daddy I got busy in the kitchen. But came back to talk with Nathan for a bit.
“why didn’t you call me?” I ask him worried about him, if the little guy didn’t come to get me I wouldn’t know he’s sick.
“He played with the phone until the battery was empty. I knew you were at work until now” he explains, well it does make sense
