Back to You

Ch.57

"Good morning, little man," Elliot cooed softly, reaching into Noah's crib and lifting him up onto his chest.

They had been in the new house for almost two weeks now, slowly organizing and setting everything up...the house was coming together.

"Dada, hungry," Noah murmured against his father's chest.

"I know...let's let Momma sleep a little and we'll get you some breakfast. You wanna let Jax out?" Elliot asked him and his head perked up.

"Jax out," Noah said, nodding his head.

Olivia had been going nonstop the entire week between work and situating the house she was constantly busy from seven in the morning to about midnight. She had the day off and Elliot wanted nothing more than for her to have a nice relaxing day...and that included sleeping in.

Elliot checked on Eli quickly before padding down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"C'mon, Jax," Elliot called and he came running to the back door. He crouched down and let Noah pet the dogs head, "Be gentle."

Noah looked up at his Dad before gently rubbing his hand on top of the dog's head, "Entle."

Elliot chuckled, "You're doing so good, Noah." He stood back up, settling Noah on his hip and letting Jax out into the backyard.

"So, little man...do you want some eggs and waffles?" He asked Noah, putting him into his high chair and adjusting his tray.

"Ketup?" Noah asked.

"Yes, you can have ketchup," Elliot chuckled and went to work on preparing breakfast.

Noah hasn't wavered in his love for ketchup and Elliot had realized a few days ago that he had gotten it from Olivia. He watched her put it on almost everything these past few months...from eggs and breakfast foods, all the way to pizza which he found completely disgusting.

Elliot went to work scrambling eggs and making batter, pulling out the waffle maker they had also found during the move. While the appliances heated up he let the dog in, giving him a bone and watching him carry it to his large dog bed. He cooked the waffles and eggs, making Noah a plate with a dollop of ketchup in the corner.

"Here you go, little man," Elliot cooed, setting his plate down on the tray and cutting up the waffle into smaller pieces. "What do you say?" He coached with a soft smile.

"Tank ou," Noah said, looking up at his father.

Elliot chuckled and kissed the top of Noah's head, "You're welcome." He pulled a chair close to Noah, holding his own plate in his hand and enjoying breakfast with his youngest.

"Daddy," Eli mumbled, coming into the kitchen a few moments later still in his pajamas and rubbing his eyes.

"Hey buddy," Elliot said softly as Eli came to stand next to him and he picked him up, setting him in his lap.

Eli curled against his chest, "I'm sleepy."

"Why did you get up then?" Elliot asked him, checking the clock and seeing it was still very early while rubbing Eli's back gently.

Eli shrugged his shoulders, "Can you lay down with me?"

"Sure buddy," he replied softly, running the back of his hand across Eli's forehead and through his hair, realizing he felt a little warm, "You feeling okay?" Eli just shook his head against his Dad's chest and mumbled something about his nose being runny in between a cough. "Let me clean Noah up and get him a bottle and we'll go lay down on the big couch, okay?"

He nodded, sliding off Elliot's lap, "Can I help him with his bottle?"

"Of course," Elliot smiled softly, hating to see one of his kids sick and wanting nothing more than to alleviate it as best he could. He made Noah's bottle quickly, shaking it up and handing it to Eli to carry into the living room.