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Sid pouted but got dressed in the sweats and t-shirt Patrick had gotten him. He had plenty of time to convince Patrick that home was better than the hospital. He cupped his belly as he waddled towards the kids room, stopping to get clean sheets from the linen closet.

"Go start the dirty sheets in the laundry. I've got the clean ones."

The plug shifted, starting to slide out and Sid tightened around it to keep it in place. He was too warm from the bath and by the time he made it to the first bedroom, he was already sweating.

Doing as he was told, Patrick hated that the bedrooms were upstairs and the laundry was downstairs. It took him forever to go up and down them, plug not helping, though it was in no danger of coming out. Of course, it took Sid even longer. 

By the time he got the first load started and went back upstairs, he was rubbing his lower back, trying to ease the strain. "How you doing?"  he asked, going to help Sid with the sheets.