Things of course, didn't change over night. Mr.Jack definitely didn't deserve the World's best dad mug just yet, but you could see he was really trying. Not being a dad had made him forget that he even has a son on most days. You want to know what my solution was? For days he was on earth, I would stay behind until he came home everyday and made sure to greet him at the door, with Bear in hand. It meant that on some days I would go home super late, bb but I didn't care cause Zenya said she will talk to Mr. Jack about paying me overtime and Bear started to love the routine. Just like how he knew when I put on his little hat that we will be going out, when I ask him if he want to say hello to daddy, he would get all excited and jumpy. He is at this age, where he would roll around and try to get up on his own and boy did he try to roll around trying to get up, all the damn time!

It was kinda cool to see him grow up.

The days Mr.Jack was not home I would bug Mrs.Miller until she called Mr.Jack so I could get Bear to talk with his daddy. Bear knew his father enough to know when it's him on the video and he may never admit this out loud but I think Mr.Jack loves the father and son time too. Some of our calls lasted an hour!

You know how when things go really really well for you, the universe has to conspire to make things go bad. Well it happened. Only this time I wished things would have gone bad for me.

Couple of weeks later when I came to work, Mrs. Miller practically ran to meet me at the door. I knew something must be wrong. This was the first time I had seen Mrs.Miller worried about anything. For once her nose wasn't so high up in the air.

She didn't even have to say anything. I knew something was wrong with my little Bear. I nearly fell flat on my face trying to get to his room. I could hear Mrs. Miller yelling, behind me.

Bear was crying his little eyes off! And was barely wiggling around like he always does. My heart was in my throat.

I gently picked up Bear only to find out he was burning up. Oh my poor baby!

What should I do? Mrs.Miller must have seen the panic on my face.

"The doctor came to see him this morning. He gave a syrup to give three times a day."

Why didn't the doctor make my Bear feel all better? It hurts me so much to see him, all sick and so uncomfortable.

Poor Bear can't do anything else than cry. I mean I pretty much do the same, when I cry too. But I can get Mr.Kip's chocolate fudge to make me feel all better.

"What about Mr.?"

"He knows. We called him in the morning, as soon as he started crying. Mr. Oban will come back in the evening."

I tried rocking Bear in my arms, to try and make him feel better. In the end he did stop crying, but he kept on whimpering.

I kept looking at the clock to see if it was time for his medicine yet. It was the only thing I could do for him.

I made sure to give him a sponge bath with lukewarm water like the internet told me too. I was worried that it might be something more serious. How in the world did this perfect angel even catch a fever in the first place?

The only thing that made me feel better about the whole day, was when Mr.Jack came home he really did look worried. He asked about Bear as soon as he got in and even called the doctor himself.

"Did you give him his medicine?"

I nodded.

"How is he?"

"I think a little better. Mrs.Miller took his temperature again, after lunch and it seemed to have gone down a little bit."

Mr.Jack came over a stroked Bears face. Bear turned his face to his father's hand.

"I'm going to stay over tonight to take care of him."

I had made up my mind as soon as I picked up Bear this morning and saw him cry so helplessly.

Mr.Jack raised his hand. "That's okay Ms. Short I will ask Mrs. Miller to call a nurse for tonight."

I shook my head, Bear needs me here, nobody was going to change my mind.

"If you're thinking about overtime, don't worry. I won't be asking for it."

Mr.Jack gave me a look that said he was too tired to argue with me. Maybe I could get Mr.Jack to nurse Bear tonight. I mean that would probably make Bear feel all better in no time. Isn't this the time when you need your family the most?

I wondered if the ladies would like having Bear over. Speaking of ladies, where were they? Usually they'll be here sitting around talking about how crappy their hair appointment went, or how disappointed they were that the latest trends didn't reach earth yet. I wish I was pretty enough to have those as my only problems.

"Mr.Jack do you want to know how I think we can make Bear feel better in no time?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Is it one of your stupid ideas?"

Hey! That was not cool. I was so offended. I so didn't have any stupid ideas.....anymore! All my most recent ideas have been brilliant!

"Not cool to judge my idea before I even say it, Mr. Jack"

I could have sworn his eyes lit up with a bit of mischief. "I think I know you pretty well by now to judge you however I want, Ms.Short"

I couldn't say anything back because I realized something. Something important. His voice, his look no longer was dripping with hate and disgust. A week ago, he barely spoke to me, and when he did it felt like he would rather swallow rusty nails than ever talking to me again. I have to admit, it feels wonderful to hear him talk like this to me again, even if it is just to make fun of me.

"I'm going to ignore you because I'm feeling pretty good today. I mean I feel terrible about Bear being sick, obviously. I would never feel good about that. I meant I feel good about other things. I..."

"Ms.Short I think you were trying to say something about a brilliant idea of yours"

Oh fish sticks. I rambled again, didn't I? I should go to a therapist just like Erine told me to. But I was so afraid that I would be totally beyond help.

"I think Bear should sleep with you tonight. So you can take care of him."