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The baby shifts a little in his spot on the bed, stretching out in cold bedsheets in confusion.
Bug knows that he slept with his Papa and Baba last night because Button's sick, and they can't share a crib, but he blinks his bleary eyes in even more confusion as he checks the spaces beside himself.
He scrunches his eyebrows up as he rolls onto his stomach, hands pressed flat against the mattress and pushing himself to sit up on his knees.
His pacifier still clicks in his mouth as he sits up, fist rubbing his tired eyes.
His eyes search around the empty room once more with hopes that one of his parents are in it, but to his disappointment, neither are.
Tears coated over his eyes as he pushed himself to the edge of the bed, fist gripped into the bedsheet as he lowers himself down to the cold wooden floor.
His shorts do nothing to protect his lower legs from the cold and his legs are a little too wobbly to use right now. He can tell he won't be able to stand for very long, so he sits on his knees and pouts for a couple of minutes, hoping his Papa will come get him.
With nothing but silence to go off of in the house, the baby tries to keep his tears from falling as he crawls his was towards the door.
He had to stretch his shorter arm upwards to reach it, struggling a little bit before finally pulling it open.
He cheers to himself silently as he moves into the quiet hallway; it's a lot darker than Papa and Baba' room was as he crawls his over to the scary staircase.
There's a funny feeling in his tummy as he looks down the long flight of steps, pushing himself back again and sitting on his butt.
He thinks over his next more for a minute before deciding to crawl backwards down the stairs.
He isn't too sure why, but he finds more comfort in climbing down them backwards than when he scoots down them.
He makes sure to take each step down with caution, cringing as he cold wooden flooring touches his skin again, but he spins himself around onto his butt and looks around the living room for his parents.
His eyes light up, squealing happily when his Baba stumbles through the front door and kicks off his shoes.
His Baba's eyes light up too, just in the same way as his own did as he crosses over in his direction and scoops him up.
"How long have you been awake baby?" he asked, walking them over towards the kitchen as his tummy grumbles.
Bug doesn't say anything, a little bit too little for words as well as walking. Baba doesn't seem to mind as he sets him down in a chair and rushes towards the pantry.
Bug can't quite pick up on how stressed and frazzled his Baba is as he steps away, but he instead happily kicks his feet and smiles when his Baba comes back over to him with a box of cereal.
"Here baby, eat this," he said as he dumped some cheerios onto a paper towel and rushed out of the room again.
Bug blinks his eyes in confusion, looking in the same spot where his Baba just let from, tears start to slowly fill his eyes again and a sob builds up in his chest from the disappointment.
He thought Baba was gonna sit with him, or at least give him something better than just cheerios.
Papa always makes him breakfast, even when he's big; why isn't Papa here making him breakfast?
Reluctantly, he shoved a couple of pieces in his mouth before deciding he was all done, even signing it as if his parents would know if he did.
He let himself down from the chair again and crawled his way back into the living room.
He looked around to check if his Papa was anywhere to be seen, but he wasn't in the room still.
He looked around the living room trying to decide if he'd just play with his toys or crawl about the house to find his parents again.
His eyes light up when he noticed the front door was left open. He crawls over towards the screen door and props himself up to look outside it.
It rained pretty bad a couple of days ago, so there are still big puddles of mud in the yard.
It made it a little hard when he was playing basketball yesterday, even splashing the mud over his legs.
He likes mud.
He pushed both of his hands against the screen door, causing it to swing forward and for himself to almost topple over.
He catches himself before that could happen and turning his head around to check the living room again.
He's not really supposed to be outside by himself, but he really wants to play in the mud.
He'll just go outside for a little and come back inside before either of them realize he's outside; they're both too busy with his brothers to notice anyway, so he doesn't know what the harm is.
He slips outside of the screen door and heads down the porch steps the same way he did the inside ones.
The cement driveway doesn't feel very nice against his skin as rocks dig into it, but he pushes forward towards the biggest puddle in the yard.
His hands happily slap against the wet surface, spraying mud over his skin and clean clothes, he doesn't mind much as he keeps messing with it.
His fingers dig into the cool, mushy dirt, running it under his fingers as he digs into it.
It takes a couple of minutes of digging in the mud, and more water being splashed onto his shirt and knees before he found what he was searching for. He proudly held up a pink worm and showed it off to himself.
A proud smile wrapped across his face as he dug into it more, searching for even more worms and bugs as he did.
The mud was making him very happy.
***
Saying that Dream is simply stressed, would be putting things lightly; he's beyond stressed at the moment.
He has a vein by his right temple that's been pulsating since the early hours of the morning.
He's also slowly realizing how much of a superstar Karl truly is, and how much he's lacking in that department.
He hasn't forgotten Karl taking care of both him and Bug when they got sick, along with caring for Bean, because even with the two of them caring for the two sick little's, it's been the worst experience of his entire life.
He can only be thankful that it isn't all three of them because he can't be convinced that he'd survive it.
Things had been going fine - as fine as having two sick little's could - the day before; it wasn't until nightfall that things started to go horribly wrong.
Now, he wouldn't call himself an intuitive man by any means, but he sprung up from being dead asleep at 2am with the gut feeling that something was wrong.
His eyes scanned his bedroom in panicked worry, but he only found both Bug and Karl sound asleep.
He still knew there was something wrong as his eyes turnt towards the two baby monitors; his heart breaks as he sees his poor Bean covered in puke and lying flat in his crib.
He pushed his blankets aside and raced down the stairs towards his baby.
The lights get flickered on and he tries to not gag as he steps in Bean's direction; his skin is sweaty, flushed, and burns under his fingertips, a clear sign of his fever worsening.
He cringed a little as he pulled the boy up from his crib and shushing down his loud cries as he begins to exit the room.
He finds Karl on the other side of the door, just as panicked as he is; his sudden departure from their room must've woken him.
Karl offers them sympathy, telling Dream that he'll clean up everything as long as he goes and baths the baby.
The agreement sounds far enough as he heads down the hallway, sighing to himself as he pushes the bathroom down open.
He drew the baby a lukewarm bath, just like he'd done for Button the day before, and stripes the boy from his dirty clothes, along with tossing his shirt as well.
Bean whined about his tummy hurting as Dream put him in the water, the man could only offer a frown and quiet reassurance as his heart broke.
Gently, he splashed the water across his skin and ran over his body with a washrag.
The baby whines even more as he's taken out of the tub and redressed - Dream also changed his clothes thanks to Karl - then Dream checks the boy's temperature again.
Dream can't help but let out a long sigh at the numbers, his poor baby now has a fever of 100.1.
He knows that the boy must feel horrible as he cradles him in his arms and tries to soothe all of his worries away.
Dream stayed awake with the boy for another hour or two - telling Karl to go back to bed after he finished up in the nursery and showered - as he worried over Bean and stressed about if he'd puke again.
Slowly, the baby's whines stopped, and his eyes shut, thankfully not throwing up again.
Dream headed to the nursery with him and placed him in his cleaned crib with a bucket just in case; he didn't forget to press a kiss against his sweaty skin before leaving to shower himself.
Even though he laid down with his two other boys again, he doesn't think he slept for the rest of the night.
With only a few hours of sleep under his belt, he now stands in front of Bean's nursery door once again.
He has to take a deep breath to prep himself before finally pushing the door open and stumbling inside.
The room is darker than it normally would be, the only actual light source comes from the dimmed cloud light hanging above his head, the rest has been expelled by the blackout curtains they put up.
His baby whines up at him as he steps closer, clearly still not feeling well; Dream holds his breath as he bends over the side of his crib and pushes the thermometer into his ear.
They, Karl and himself, learnt about an hour earlier that touching or picking up the boy would lead to him screaming his head off, so they leave him in his spot when they come and check up on him.
The baby continues to whine until Dream pulled it out, man tsking his tongue as he does.
His fever hasn't gone up since last night, which is good, but it hasn't really gone down either. It's still considered low-grade, so he doesn't think it warrants a trip to the ER or UrgentCare just yet.
The boy's doctor appointments are set for later that afternoon, so they'll wait until then.
Dream also called Dix, the lovely lady telling him that she'll watch Bug while they're at the doctors' appointment.
He's so grateful that her presence graced his life because hell would've broken lose at the doctors if all three had to go and one wasn't sick.
He keeps stressing about his boy as he steps out of the room to let him sleep a little longer, meeting with a frazzled Karl out in the hallway.
Both of their faces are contorted in the same amount of worry as Dream relays what he learnt, leaving them both to frown.
"Okay," Karl sighs, "Well, I got some medicine for him to take," he spoke, holding up a drug store bag with what he assumed was different types of medicine, "If it doesn't help by the point it's supposed too, then we'll go ahead and take him to the doctor."
"Okay," he nodded his head, "but I have to go check on Button."
Karl nodded his head; while both of them hate hurting the boys, even for their own good like with taking medicine, he knows that it breaks Dream's heart apart to see his little boy hurting like that.
He decides to give Bean the medicine by himself and let the other handle Button.
"I'll let you know how it goes, but I'm sure you'll hear his screaming or crying otherwise," Karl sighed as he placed his hand on the doorknob.
"Godspeed," he joked, causing them both to chuckle, before he opened up Bug's nursery door.
The state of Bug's nursery is completely different than Bean's, although both babies feel just as bad.
However, Button is petrified of the dark and will scream and cry if the window's curtains get shut. So, it allows for a natural stream of light into the room and makes it easier to see.
Dream has to stop himself from chuckling at seeing his baby.
The boy is sitting up on his knees and pouting as he makes grabby hands towards his Papa, wanting to be let out.
He's definitely feeling a little better than is brother is right now, but he's also supposed to be sleeping. He checked the boy's temperature not too long ago and it was still above 100.
"What're you doing awake, Button?" he asked the little, pulling him up from the crib and holding him in his arms.
"P'ay..." he whined, squirming to be let down.
Dream doesn't let the boy squirm around that easily, just shifting him up higher onto his hip and smiling down on the pouty boy.
"I'm sorry baby, but you can't play right now."
Button's pout only deepened as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Normally when Dream tells one of the boys' no, after a couple of minutes of whining or pouting, they'll normally listen to him and accept the answer.
Button on the other hand, is far more stubborn than either of his brothers are and it shows.
Karl likes to say that's another attribute that Button takes after him, laughing about how the only thing missing is his eye color and then they'd be twins.
Dream will just roll his eyes at his boyfriends playful jabs.
Although stubborn, the baby isn't the worst about being told no to, but when he's made up his mind then it's a completely different story. As for right now, the baby has decided that he wants to go play.
Button turns towards the window, his eyes widening as he notices his brother sitting on the ground outside and playing in a mud puddle.
His pout deepens into a frown as he points out towards the other, trying to show his Papa what he wanted.
"Wanna p'ay with ba-der..." he whined louder, pointing.
"Buddy, you're still sick and can't play right now."
"No faiw, bubba always get p'ay ou'si, wanna too..." he whined even more, hands pressed against Dream's shoulders and trying to shake the man as if it'd give him an ounce of understanding.
Dream just shakes his head and gives the baby the benefit of the doubt, innocently thinking that the boy is talking about when Sapnap plays basketball outside, usually by himself.
"Do you mean when Sapnap plays basketball? Because I'm sure he'll happily play basketball with you when you're feeling better."
The baby shakes his head, arms crossing back over his chest, but more snuggly this time as he pouted.
Dream squints at the little, the words from Sapnap's slip up playing in his head as he remembered the guilty look on the others face; he tilts his head off to the side, eyes becoming dangerous, but not towards the boy he's holding.
"What're you talking about then baby?"
"Buggie p'ay ou'si. Me too?" He pouts even more.
Dream can tell that the boy is beginning to wear himself out from the tough fight with him, the boy beginning to squirm even more in his arms and wanting to be set down.
Dream once again shifts him upwards and tightens his grip to keep him from falling.
Dream takes a deep breath before he speaks again.
"When was Bug outside?"
"Before me ick," he pouts, pressing his face against his Papa's shirt and squashing the side of it inwards.
Now that he's thinking about it, he really should've figured that.
The slip up from Sapnap definitely held more weight, and he knew that.
Obviously, the boy wasn't going to say anything and get himself in trouble, but he should've realized, or at the very least, looked into it.
That was the whole point of him putting up camera's around the house, to keep the babies safe and he didn't even bother to check them when he should've. He'll kick himself more about it later.
Button points out the window again, causing Dream to follow after his hand.
He sees Bug sitting in the grass, hands patting together as he makes something out of mud with a happy smile on his face. The boy obvious to the amount of trouble that he's in now.
Dream's blood might've started to boil a little, but he kept most of his composer as he left for the kitchen.
He isn't all that sure where Karl is, so he can't get the man, and he still needs to put Button down first.
Once Button is back down in his bed, or Karl appears, then he'll focus on getting the boy back inside.
He tries reassuring himself that the boy will be alright for a little longer, that he hasn't injured himself just yet, so he'll be alright.
He fishes his phone from his pocket and opens the app so he can watch the yard camera.
How do parents do this?
It's all starting to make sense why Button was whining about going to play with his brother, the poor baby could see Bug and felt left out.
The poor sick baby, he feels bad for him.
Dream quickly fixes the baby up a bottle, knowing that it'll be the easiest way to calm him down.
The baby is a sucker for bottles, he doesn't really know why, but it works out for the best.
He taps the warmed milk against his wrist to check it wasn't too hot before taking the baby back to the nursery.
Button pouts for a moment when he's set back down but smiles when given the bottle and lays down with it.
Button smiles up at his Papa as he drinks from the bottle, eyes fluttering closed the more he drank from it.
Dream rubbed his hand against the boy's soft hair, pressing a kiss against his forehead, then leaving to go upstairs to him own room. He holds his phone up and watches the boy still play around in the mud as he does.
Karl's sitting on their bed when he enters, racing over towards his side of the bed to grab his laptop. He knows it'll be easier to play the feed from previous days that way, while his phone keeps playing the front yard feed.
He has a sneaking suspicion of what day Button was referring too and searches for the timestamp roughly around that time.
He can feel his heart drop to his stomach at the sight in front of himself, Karl's eyes wide with curiosity as he stares at his boyfriend.
Dream's too focused to notice him.
He watches as Bug definitely plays basketball by himself outside. It's about a good twenty minutes before Punz stepped out onto the porch and called him inside.
He sits in utter disbelief as he watches Bug throw a tantrum and stomp angrily up the driveway.
Punz knew and didn't say anything.
He scoffs to himself, Punz might've saved his ass, but Button sure didn't.
Karl can't stand looking at his boyfriend and not knowing what's bothering him.
"What's wrong Dream?" Karl asked, concerned for having not seen him like this before.
"Karl," he whispered, biting back his anger, "You might want to go get your son from outside," he said, twisting his phone around to show the boy.
He makes sure to annunciate the your in his sentence, not wanting to believe that his son would blatantly break one of their rules like this.
He's never known Bug to do this, but it's obviously has happened before.
Karl gasps in shock, already standing up to race outside to get the boy.
"I'm gonna go set something up." He whispered to himself, seeing as Karl already bolted from the room.
He's a little pissed, probably a bit more than only a little.
Karl's legs are shaking horribly as he stumbles onto the front porch, slightly out of breath.
His eyes scan the yard until they land on his boy, heart pounding its way out of his chest.
Bug is sat near a mud puddle and almost completely covered in mud, he even has dry spots in his hair and his white nighttime shirt is stained, but he seems completely fine otherwise.
Karl heaves out a sigh of relief as he rushes towards the boy's side, pounding heart beginning to ease as his eyes ran over him.
He can tell that the baby doesn't quite understand his worry as he smiles up brightly at him, showing off the mud that's painted on his hands and a few mud pies that have fallen apart beside him.
Karl just shakes his head as the boy turns to look down again.
"Baba, 'ugs," he managed to babble out his first words of the day, holding up a handful of pink worms with a bright smile.
"Those are very nice little one, but we need to go back inside now," Bug began to pout at that, still holding the worms in his hands, "Your little worm friends are going to need to stay out here okay? They gotta go back to their families too, alright?" He told the boy, guiding his hand back towards the mud puddle.
Bug gasp a little, "Otay Baba," he's still pouting a little as he drops the worms into the dirt, "Bye-bye wormies," he smiled sweetly, watching as they rolled around to dig themselves back into the soil.
"Alright, come on now. You gotta go take a bath." He told the little, picking him up from the ground.
Karl tries to not cringe as the mud touches his skin as well, not really liking the feeling of it on his skin.
Bug crossed his arms over his chest, once again pouting as they started to head back into the house.
"Nuh-uh," he whined.
"Baby, you're covered in mud. You have to take a bath, you dirty little boy."
"Nooo..." he whined, but Karl didn't listen to the whines as he took the boy back inside anyway.
When they walked through the front door - Karl making sure to lock the door behind himself this time - they stumbled upon Dream sitting with a large box in the middle of the room, frown still on his face as he huffs out.
Karl decides it's best to let him cool off first, meaning he'll go bath the baby by himself.
They dip inside of Bug's nursery first, Karl doing his best to not disturb the sick, sleeping baby.
He quickly grabbed a plain blue onesie and diaper, deciding fighting with the boy - no matter how little for him - was not worth it this morning.
He'd be lying if he didn't say he was also feeling the stress of having two sick littles and finding Bug outside by himself.
Karl knows he isn't anywhere as angry as Dream is because he can be blamed in all of this for accidently leaving the front door open.
He isn't too sure what he should be feeling in all of this.
He placed the dirty baby on the floor, also setting his clothes down on the counter, before leaning over the tub and turning it to the perfect temperature for the baby to enjoy.
Before he turns to help the boy undress, he dumps in a cap full of bubble bath in. When he turns back around, the baby is pulling off his shirt and struggling, shaking himself back and forth.
Karl laughs lightly as he helps pull the shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it into the dirty clothes basket as he does.
"Peak-a-boo," he laughed, causing the little to squeal in excitement.
Karl grabs the baby's bath towel and holds up in front of his face for a second.
"Where'd my Buggie go?" he asked, the baby pulling the towel down. "There he is," he cheered, causing even more adorable squeals from the baby.
Karl goes about the routine a few more times before the baby is in a fit of giggles and the bathtub is filled enough. He scoops up his little boy, helping him to take off the rest of his clothing before plopping him in the tub.
The baby splashes around the bubbly water, going back to babbling to himself as Karl starts on his hair.
He dumps a cup of the soapy water over his head, pushing it back a little to make sure none got in his eyes, then dumping over another cup.
"Baba?" he babbled, pulling down his attention.
"Yeah, baby?" he asked, stopping from dumping the water on his head.
"Toy?"
"Okay," he nodded his head and pulled the forgotten bath toy basket out from under the sink.
He holds it up for the baby to choose, the baby of course grabbing his green boat and deciding to play with that. The boy trills his lips as he splashes it around in the tub, happily bobbing it around.
Karl begins to carefully card his fingers through the baby's hair, gently lathering in the green apple shampoo and scrubbing away the dirt from his hair. He smiles down at his boy as he works away.
A knock at the bathroom door catches them off guard, both of their heads turning to look at it and watching as Dream's head popped inside.
He's obviously not as angry as he was before, taking cautious steps in their direction.
"Papa," Bug babbles up at him cheerfully.
"Hey baby," his voice sounds a little broken as he sinks down to his knees and sits beside Karl.
Bug begins to babble all over again, leaving Dream to silently watch Karl wash his hair.
Dream taps his fingers against his thighs, taking in grounding breaths as he waits for the soap to be gone from his hair so that they can speak.
He at least thinks that the baby will end up being truthful with him, god he hopes.
Once Karl dumps the last cup of water over his head and rinses out his hair, Dream opens his mouth to speak.
"Bug?" he asked, causing a hum in response, "Look up at me baby."
Bug does as his Papa ask, turning to look up at him and fidgeting with the toy in his hand.
"So, Button told me that you've been going outside by yourself, is that true?"
Bug shrinks down under the watchful eyes of his two parents, knowing he's been caught.
He starts to frown to himself, even while he's still shrunken down.
"Bu'on 'attle'ale."
"Don't say that about your brother," Baba scolded him, causing him to pout instead.
"But him telled," he whined.
"Well, you know better than to go outside without one of us. You should've never been out there in the first place, and you know that."
Bug's eyes widen at his Papa's words, open mouth shutting after a minute of not saying anything. He can't fight back the tears that welded up in his eyes, arms crossed over his chest and trying not to cry.
"Well, Bug," Dream says after a moment, grabbing his attention again, "After Baba's done bathing you, you're gonna go into timeout for three minutes, okay?"
He's eyes became saucer shaped, lip wobbling.
"No timeout Papa," he whined.
Dream wears a serious face as he looks at the little boy.
"Yeah, a timeout; you knew better than to go outside by yourself and did it anyway. You know breaking the rules puts you in timeout."
He pouted some more knowing he couldn't fight back against his Papa.
Karl did take his time to finish cleaning the boy up before bath time was over. He was trying to buy the baby a little extra time, but he also knew it'd be easier to get it over with as well.
He patted the baby dry before putting his outfit on and giving him a kiss on his cheek.
Bug pouted even more as Baba put him in his timeout spot and began the timer.
Dream had a long conversation with the baby afterwards.
***
There was a piece of advice given to Dream a long time ago by Dix, which was basically her telling him to set up a baby pen.
Most, if not almost all, of Dix's advice Dream will follow because it always works out in his favor. This, however, was the one piece that he didn't take because he honestly thought that the boys' wouldn't need a pen. Bug has seemed to prove him incredibly wrong, and he realizes that now.
Although not fully listening to the advice, he did buy the baby pen in case it was ever needed; the big box shunned away to the back of the hallway closet after it arrived and then promptly forgotten about.
With learning about Bug going outside without either of their knowledge, he doesn't think he can trust the baby anymore. Bug was thoroughly scolded, but he decided that setting up the pen would be the best course of action.
At least with the pen, then he'll know where the boy is when little.
There isn't anything too special about the pen, it's just a plain grey color that's meant to keep babies inside of it. There's a door for easy access, but it's also short enough to step over in case any of them need too and tall enough to keep the babies inside.
Until Dream and Karl can trust Bug to not wonder outside by himself again, the pen is going to stay set up in the living room. It's still in perfect view of the tv and has the wicker toy basket inside of it, and the most convent part of it, it folds up without having to be taken apart.
That was the baby pen he set up at least.
Dream also finds himself hovering over the baby a bit more, a gut feeling that he's going to be checking up on Sapnap more to make sure he doesn't slip without his knowledge.
He's so worried about his boy and never wants him to wonder outside again, if it can be helped that'll be his reality.
He's so worried.
Once Bug falls asleep, Dream can feel himself breaking apart.
Karl takes the little up the stairs to their bed, but he stays put on his spot on the couch, unable to move.
He can feel tears weighing down his eyelashes as his face ducks into his hands, chest heaving as he begins to cry.
Salty tears trace down his cheeks and over the tip of his nose, but he doesn't stop it.
Karl comes stumbling back down the stairs after Dream didn't come up, worry crossing his face as he sees the other crying.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Karl asked, sitting down beside him, and running his hand over his back.
Dream turns and engulfs himself in the others arms, burying himself in his boyfriends shoulder and clinging onto him tightly.
"Dream, baby, talk to me," he tries again, offering as much comfort as possible.
Dream pulls back enough to breathe, just resting his forehead against the others shoulder instead of his entire face.
"Am I a horrible father?"
"What?" Karl asked shocked, "Dream, what?"
Dream pulled back, Karl's arms dropped from around him and instead they laced their fingers together.
Dream doesn't meet his eyes, just looking down at their hands with a soft smile before frowning again.
"I feel like a horrible father." He cried out, needing to take a quick breath before speaking again, 'Karl, I didn't know he went outside by himself, what if he got hurt and I didn't know? How could I ever live with myself?"
"Oh, Dream," he whispered, feeling just as broken, "You're not a horrible father. I didn't know either, does that make me horrible?"
Dream scoffs at the question, shaking his head.
How could Karl ever be horrible.
"We're going to make mistakes, but it's important to remember that he's alright. Nothing happened to our boy, and we're going to keep it that way."
"Yeah," he nodded his head, hiding away in Karl's neck again.
"I promise you aren't a horrible father. This one mistake doesn't take away from every other amazing thing you did, the boys' know that. Bug isn't even mad at you because he knows you're just trying to protect him."
Dream just nods his head, continuing to cry into his shoulder.
Karl tightens his arms around him, hands dropped away from each other.
"I love you."
"I love you too," Dream whispered back, arms tightening too.
"Let's go rest alright, you'll feel better in the morning." Karl said, deciding staying up and worrying wouldn't be the best.
They still have sick little boys to take care of, their doctors appointment telling them that the boys both have the flu.
Plus, Dream still hasn't slept since he woke up at 2am, so Karl is trying to pull him in that direction.
"Let's sleep love," Karl whispered, pulling him to stand.
Dream wiped his tears away, nodding his head and following after the other up to their bed.
He still feels awful as he curls around Bug and Karl; he really does hope that when he wakes up in the morning that he'll start to feel better.