AN: Oh hi! Thanks for checking in, I'm still a piece of garbage! Damn you YouTube. Anyway. I know. I got slammed with a devil of a cold. An infection set in that's still present. October starts my busy season and I'll be swamped until after New Years. My older brother is getting married this Saturday and it's really down to the wire, my family and I have been super busy trying to get things ready, and my sister and I have been trying to find something to wear. The both of us are tomboys and mostly own jeans and t-shirts. Yeah. So updates as of now will be spotty, especially this weekend. I'll try to update this weekend, but it most likely won't happen. Anyway. Happy Belated Canadian Thanksgiving to my sweeties up north! I hope y'all had a wonderful Thanksgiving :) Moving forward, I had the craziest dream. I saw Venom with best friend on opening night (very rare) and got a sweet movie poster. I placed the poster on the wall next to my bed. He protects my dreams XD Anyways, I had a dream where Mac became Venom...he's scary af as Venom. Mac as Venom...hmm...*grabs notebook* Alright, let's get a move on!

Mistakes? Go home Grammarly, you drunk. Flames? Delicious.

Enjoy my Sweeties!

DON'T SCRATCH MAC!

Jack carried a blanket covered Mac through the halls of Phoenix after getting looked over by a doctor in the medical wing part of the facility. Mac indeed has chicken pox and was never vaccinated against as a child due to him never having it as the two thought. The doctor advised Mac not to scratch and for Jack to apply lotion to the blister and let them heal on their own, however, if Mac developed a fever over 101 and the blister seem worse or infected then Jack was to bring Mac right back to Phoenix for further treatment. Jack nodded and gathered Mac up to head home and duct tape some oven mitts to his hands. The last time he did that, Mac was with him at parents ranch and had a run in with some poison ivy. They told him not to scratch but the boy was determined not to listen to them and wound making the rash worse. Hence the oven mitts.

"Jack?" A voice called out to him.

Jack turned to find Matty giving him one her looks. This one she gives when Mac decides to sneak around but gets caught.

"What are you and Mac doing here? You two are on leave." Matty said.

"Keep your voice down Matty," Jack said with hush as he ushered her into the war room.

Jack pulled the blanket down a little to reveal a sleeping Mac covered in spots.

"Poor kid never had the chicken pox when he was little nor was he ever vaccinated, so you know Mac," Jack said softly.

"Our little trouble magnet. Have you taken him to medical?" Matty asked quietly.

"Yeah, just left there and now heading home," Jack said.

"Good. Go and make sure he gets better," Matty said.

"Mission accepted. Time to go home and make sure this one doesn't end up with oven mitts on his hands." Jack muttered.

Matty chuckled and shooed Jack out. She sighed when they were out of sight. She loved her Baby Einstein but she was going to put him in a bubble one of these days. Matty shook her head and headed back to her office. She had a mountain of work to do that never seemed to end.

Jack laid the sleeping toddler down and left the blanket he was cocooned in on. He brushed stray bangs out of his eyes and smiled. He tiptoed out of the room and only closed the door a crack, just in case Mac needed him. Jack looked at the living room and sighed. He now needed to find something to do while Mac napped. He then groaned as he remembers his "Honey Do List". He went to the kitchen and opened his junk drawer and pulled out a notebook. He supposed that now was a good time to actually start doing everything on his list.

About two hours later finds Jack looking a paint swatches. He decided his living room needed a new color which he didn't know. He kinda likes the ocean blue colors but then again a nice mahogany color sounded good too.

"Why in the Sam Hill is there so many goddamn colors?" Jack asked letting his Texas out.

"Betau' the wowld isn't blat and white." A tiny voice rasped.

Jack felt a tiny body lean up against him and he looked down to find a bed-headed Mac who was also dragging his blanket around. He picked the still sleepy-eyed toddler up and rubbed the tiny back.

"I decided the living room could use a color update but I can't for the life of me decide which color I want," Jack said. "Don't scratch."

Mac lowered his little hand and huffed. He was itchy. He looked over the colors and pointed to a deep red wine color.

"Fat one," Mac said.

Jack looked at the deep red color and shrugged. He did like the color and it seemed to fit with everything in the room.

"Good choice bud. Now pick a color for your room. It too could use a little color." Jack said.

Mac looked over the leftover colors and picked an earthy color. It was a relaxing color.

Jack looked at the earthy color and smiled. The color suited Mac. Despite being a nerd, the boy loved nature surprisingly. Mac's grandfather used to take him camping before his passed and every now and again, Jack and Mac would pack up the jeep and set out to the wilderness. Stargazing is their favorite part. They did it when they in the sandbox and made their own constellations.

"We should go camping. When you're back to normal." Jack said.

Mac looked at Jack and nodded.

"Hot dogs and mawshmellows?" Mac asked.

"You know it," Jack said with a wink. "Don't scratch."

"It itches." Mac pouted.

"I know it does bud, but you can't scratch," Jack said.

Mac nodded and settled against Jack's chest. The two relaxed on the couch until dinner. After dinner, Jack gave Mac an oatmeal bath and Mac sighed with relief he felt. The bath made him less itchy. Mac was dressed in his pajamas and was pouting.

Jack duct taped mittens to his hands before tucking him in for the night.

"Night kiddo," Jack said with a smirk.

"Eat me." Mac pouted.

In the morning he would find some way to get the mittens off.

Alright y'all, there you go! Poor Mac XD

Until Next Time! Cannot wait for this wedding to be over...the stress is too much...my brother's lucky I love him.