"Mom, how is he? How's my Stinker?" Roni asked, entering the area that the hospital set aside for the first family. "How's Buster Brown?"
"He's got a cold, kiddo." Abbey bent over, embracing her youngest daughter. "But because of his size, it's pretty serious."
"How's he doing? Right now, what are they saying?"
"They are confident that he'll pull through this, given time."
"And you?" Roni asked, valuing her mother's opinion above the other doctors' opinions.
"I know he'll be just fine." Abbey smiled, as Roni breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where is he? I want to see him."
"Here," Zoey spoke up. "I'll show you where you need to go."
After watching Dorian for a good ten minutes, Roni asked one of the nurses, "Would it be okay if I held him?"
"Sure, but you're going to have to be extra careful." The nurse responded.
"I always am." Roni quietly said, as the nurse placed Dorian in her arms. "Listen to me, Buster Brown," Roni turned all of her attention to her son. "You have to get better now. You have to get better, so you can come home."
"Roni..." Jed placed his hands on his daughter's shoulders.
"He's going to be okay, Roni. We can't have it any other way."
"I know, Daddy. But that doesn't mean I can't worry about him."
"No... It doesn't." Jed pulled a chair over and sat down.
"Want to hold your grandson?" Roni looked up at her father, who was looking down at his daughter and her... son.
"Sure." Jed reached his arms out and took the little tyke in his hands. As he began to play with Dorian's chin, Jed smiled at Dorian's smile. "Look at that, he's getting better already."
"I wish." Roni sighed. "But that'd be asking too much out of life."