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Wil" Phil said, looking exhausted himself. Phil and Wil were taking turns taking care of Tommy so neither of them lost their minds, and maybe try and get a blink of sleep. Neither of them did. The old man gave him a confused look, “That’s not a good idea. Originally, the soup was used to save people who were on the brink of death, not facilitate a fast. Is he planning to starve himself constantly?” Li felt bad airing this dirty laundry about his younger friend, “Unfortunately, yes. He feels that by fasting he can adjust to eating even less.” Jin let out a groan, “He’s still worrying about his weight? If he eats any less than I fed him he’ll starve.” Wilburs stomach churned with anxiety. He should trust his gut and go to the store to find baby appropriate medicine, but he also trusted Phils judgment. Just for now at least. If he gets worse, Wil would leave first thing.
It was starting to settle into the winter months and Wilbur needed to get some new winter clothes for Tommy. He kept growing like a weed and every time he'd buy him a new outfit, he'd outgrow it a week or two later. Hey Phil!" Wilbur called from the living room. Phil walked just barely waking up, cup of coffee in hand. "I think somethings wrong with Tommy"Phil theorized he just got a little cold for being outside too long, but Wilbur wasn't so sure. On the third day, Wilbur decided to go to the pediatrician. You're not doing anything wrong mate." Phil whispered. "You're doing everything you can, and I'm so proud of you" Wilbur cried harder. He let his fingers explore as much of his lover as he could. There was so much to touch, and he wanted to touch all of it. Everywhere on Liu’s body was so soft and tender, despite being so strong underneath. He got to feel that pleasantly plump belly and the soft love handles and his supple chest and… Of course mate." They sat in comfortable silence for a couple moments. Wait. It was kind of too quiet. The kind of quiet that nagged at Wilburs gut. Something was wrong. Tommy babbled to himself the entire way to the drive in. "Do you think he's going to start talking soon?" Wilbur asked as he watched his son in the mirror.
He could hear a deep rattle in Tommy's chest and a wet cough that left him crying afterwards. Wilbur may be a bit of a hypochondriac, that's why Phil wasn't taking him very seriously, but this was different. It was the same sort of sixth sense of being watched. He knew what he was feeling, and his feeling that something was wrong.
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It’s not as if he did much cooking,” Gwen answered mildly as she took the casserole. “But thank you.”
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