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Summary: stomach flu with my babies Frankie and Jude

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Frankie Wallas & Jude Wallas

Frankie Wallas & Adam Wallas & Max Wallas

Original Male Character(s) & Original Male Character(s)

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Frankie Wallas

Jude Wallas

Adam Wallas

Max Wallas

(Mentioned) Jaeden Wallas

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Stomach Ache

Sickfic

Sick Character

stomach flu

Brotherly Love

Sibling Bonding

Adopted Sibling Relationship

Adopted Children

Whenever Frankie awoke to the sound of crying and retching from either side of his shared room, he knew that the day had already gone to shit. It wasn't like other days were much better, but this was true hell. He hated sickness with a passion, and other people being sick made things worse. They were entirely too whiny.

"Frankie!" Jude, one of his younger adoptive brothers, wailed from the left bathroom.

Frankie rolled over, grabbed his pillow, and jammed it over his ears in hopes to block out his brother. "I'm asleep!"

His younger brother tried to say something else, but it was cut off by a very violent sounding gag. Frankie grumbled before his damned sympathy got the best of him, and he shoved his blankets aside to get up. Despite his two younger brothers being extremely annoying, Frankie would be lying if he said he didn't love Jude and his other younger brother, Jaeden.

Frankie had been pulled from his original home whenever he was barely six years old. So many houses later, and a very defiant and angry Frankie landed in the home of Adam Wallas and Max Brown. It has taken a while to get used to being somewhere so stable. Other homes had used punishment and fear as a means to get Frankie to listen; even though it never worked, it felt nice to not have to worry about various means of trouble.

Whenever Frankie got settled enough to be civil and even nice to his foster dads, they introduced the idea of a new sibling. A little perturbed, Frankie backed away from the idea immediately. A new kid meant all of the attention wouldn't be on him anymore, and Frankie didn't like to lie that he hated the attention from his foster dads.

Eventually though, Frankie came around to the idea of a new kid. He was around ten at the time, so a new playmate sounded quite nice. Around Christmas, Adam and Max got a placement, but something they didn't mention to Frankie was that they were actually in the right space to have two more children, and two more came. A set of twins, Jude and Jaeden. They were just four when they came to stay with Adam and Max.

They cried a ton which made Frankie quite mad. He hated loud noises but so did the toddlers. Going back to some of his more defiant actions, Frankie would take every opportunity to yell at something. A spider? He would yell. Drop something? He would yell, and Frankie always made sure that he was around the twins. It drove Adam and Max absolutely insane. It lasted for a good three months before Frankie's foster dads took action.

"We understand that you want our attention, but that isn't the way to get it." Adam said sternly. "You have to stop scaring Jude and Jaeden if you want to become permanent in our household."

Frankie was tall for his age, standing at a good five foot six. Adam was short for his age, standing at five foot seven. Since Frankie was nearly as tall as his foster father, he stepped closer, nearly bumping chests with him. Frankie had an infuriated scowl on his face. All of his previous foster fathers had been so much taller than him that he couldn't intimidate them; they also hadn't been kind enough to care.

"What are you going to do if I don't stop? Are you going to hit me?" Frankie tested the waters for how far Adam will go to save Jude and Jaeden's feelings.

Adam stayed calm and gently took a step back from Frankie. "Fran, you know Max nor I would ever hit you. This coping strategy with change isn't good for you, and you know it."

This was when Frankie felt his aggravated emotions skyrocket and his blood boiling over the edge of the imaginary pot. How did Adam know what was good for him? He only knew Frankie for two years! That's definitely not enough time to try and get on his level, much less to talk about his coping skills! It's not right for an adult to try and relate with Frankie; no adult would ever understand. Nobody would ever understand!

"I hate you! I wish I'd never came here, and I wish those two babies were never born!" Frankie shrieked in his squeaky, ten-year-old voice.

With that, he stopped off to what he called his room, expecting another move quickly after his outburst. He grabbed his previously filled trash bag and started to shove all the clothes he could fit, his favorite toy, and his teddy bear into it. It's not like after an argument that bad Adam and Max would keep him around Jude and Jaeden. It was unheard of for a foster parents to ever listen to the older kid; they always listened to the younger kid, coddled the younger kid, loved the younger kid more. Frankie heard the phone ring.

After a while of sitting and waiting for Adam to come and tell him that he was moving, the moment finally came where the door was opened. Adam and Max came strolling in his room like nothing out of the ordinary happened. Jude and Jaeden were still in their nap phase after all this time, so they were probably cuddled up together on the couch. Frankie threw his trash bag at their feet and crossed his arms defiantly, bracing himself for the talk ahead.

"Frankie," Max said. "uncross your arms and unpack your stuff.

Frankie looked up at his foster dad with a bewildered expression. Were they not kicking him out after what he said? A smile spread across Adam's face. It was like a smile just belonged there; he was always cracking a stupid joke or laughing loudly. All of his laughs came straight up from his heart. it was extremely refreshing to be around a parent who knew when to laugh at something Frankie said and when to be stern.

"We aren't sending you anywhere else other than here, so you can get that thought out of your head." Adam continued.

Max nodded his head at his boyfriend's declaration. "We just need to talk about your behavior towards Jude and Jaeden, and why you're acting this way."

Abort! Frankie hated feelings talk; he hated everything about feelings in general, and he never wanted to talk about them. His actions were even worse of a conversation topic because he didn't know why he did most things! He let his heart take the wheel and didn't think about anything until the end. You see; if he thought about what he could've said earlier, he never would've said he wished Jude and Jaeden weren't born. That was just asking to get sent away which he didn't even really want to happen.

Completely closing off his responses, Frankie pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on top. "I don't want to, Max."

"Oh, come on, Fran!" Adam said with a big grin. "When has Frankie Wallas ever not do something because he was being a chicken."

Frankie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "My last name isn't Wallas; yours is."

"I'll tell you why I said that whenever you tell us why you yelled about Jude and Jaeden."

Frankie sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers. It was a way to calm himself down; the spots that it made were interesting to focus on. Frankie had a very bloody internal battle over whether he was going to admit his reasoning behind wanting his foster dads' attention. It really wasn't all that big of a deal to tell them, but that would be admitting that Frankie needed support. That was something that seemed somewhat like a failure, but Frankie really wanted to know the reason behind Adam calling Frankie 'Frankie Wallas'.

"I don't like the babies because, whenever they get older, you'll love them more than me!" Frankie exclaimed.

Adam's smile dimmed, and he made his way cautiously across the room to where Frankie sat on his bed. Whenever Frankie didn't shy away from the close proximity, Adam took it as an okay to sit beside him on the bed. It was also refreshing to not have a parent that was afraid to approach Frankie, but he'd never say it to Adam's face. That was also admitting he needed support, and that doesn't fly in Frankie's mind.

"Fran, we'd never love Jude and Jaeden more than you. If anything, they love you more than they love us. Have you ever wondered why they gravitate towards you?" Adam's hand laid itself on Frankie's back.

That certainly was true, Frankie admitted to himself. No matter how loud he screamed, Jude and Jaeden would always hug him when he came home from school. They would always babble in their four-year-old talk in high squeaky voices. They were always invading his bed and cuddling up into his side. It was weird for Frankie to have little siblings who cared for him or even little siblings at all. He was usually the youngest in his foster families.

"I guess so. But how do I know that you won't stop loving me?" Frankie muttered, almost leaning into Adam's touch. Almost.

Max came around on his other side and sat down. "Fran, if we were ever going to stop loving you, tell me why Adam and I agreed with the agency to adopt you."

Frankie's mind short-circuited. Adoption? He was going to stay here? He stuttered a few seconds before closing his mouth again, trying not to convey his happiness. In all honesty, he really did need Max and Adam; they were the only set of foster parents he'd ever had that took the time of day to get to know Frankie rather than just boss him around all day. Bossing Frankie around never went very well.

"You want to adopt me?" Frankie asked incredulously.

"Of course we do." Adam said with that signature, bright smile on his face.

He pulled Frankie into a hug; and for once, Frankie smiled. A real, genuine smile.

As Jude and Jaeden grew up, they came to be very smart kids. Got good grades in everything, never missed a question. Where they lacked was in social cues and emotions. They were smart but at what cost? Adam and Max always made sure to stroke their ego for every good paper they brought home; now, don't get Frankie wrong, Adam and Max loved Frankie just as much as Jude and Jaeden. After two years and three adoptions later, they managed to convince him.

Where Frankie really excelled was in sports. Basketball was totally his passion. Adam and Max pushed him into doing soccer, and he hated it. He said he would never trust their judgement for extracurriculars ever again, but that didn't last for long whenever they suggested a basketball summer camp during the summer before his sixth grade year. In one of his previous homes, Frankie had watched women's basketball almost every single day. The house was all girls besides for him, so it was pretty much useless to try and persuade them to watch men's basketball.

"Frankie!" Jude's distressed voice brought Frankie back into reality.

Frankie got up from his warm, amazing bed and stretched for a moment. The left bathroom was always cold, especially when it's winter. That's why it's Jude and Jaeden's bathroom. They loved the cold weather and got hot extremely easy, and nobody was a fan of Jude and Jaeden's attitudes when they were too hot.

"I'm coming, Jude." Frankie called out sleepily.

Padding his way to the bathroom, Frankie heard Jude groan out in agony. He hated to think of his little brother in pain, but it was kind of funny. That was just who Frankie was; he found the worst kind of things funny. Laughing in unideal situations was his forte. As he entered the bathroom, he was met with a lot of annoying things. Smells, sights, sounds, all of them. Jude was crumpled against the toilet with his head resting on the seat. His hands were thrown lazily around the bowl.

Frankie kneeled down, trying to ignore the horrible stench coming from his little brother, and put a hand on his forehead. It was absolutely burning! Frankie chewed on his lip contemplatively for a moment before reaching up into the cabinet above the mirror to get the thermometer. Getting back into his knees, Frankie grabbed Jude's face gently and pulled it up where he could see and reach it.

"It'll be okay, Jude. I just have to find out your temperature to tell Adam and Max." Frankie explained softly.

"Fran, why do you not call them dad?" Jude opened his mouth to take the thermometer in.

"Because they aren't my dads. I wouldn't expect you to understand, not really. They're basically all you've ever known since you could remember but not me."

This is probably the most open he'd ever been with Jude. Opening up to his younger brothers was always something his foster dads were fond of, but Frankie never really warmed up to the idea. Opening up was hard enough, but his younger brothers weren't the most sympathetic kids in the world. They were actually the opposite. Emotions never came easily to them. If somebody was crying, they'd stray as far away as they could. Jude and Jaeden were also insensitive little shits whenever they wanted to be. Mostly all the time, that is.

But apparently, this was moment where Jude was softer than usual.

"Well, if they're not your dads, how are you my brother? Because you're obviously my brother!" Jude lifted his head off the toilet and laid it on Frankie's arm.

Frankie stiffened a little at the sudden touch, but he eventually leaned into it. "Yes, you are my brother. It's just different with parents, Jude. I don't think I'll ever think of them as my dads no matter how hard I want to."

"Then how are they my dads?"

"You do know we're not related by blood, right?"

Jude seemed to be recalibrating. It wasn't like it was a huge shock; not to Frankie anyway. Jude had dark, black hair that was loosely curly since he came from Persian ancestors. Of course, Jaeden looked the same as he and Jude were identical twins. No matter how often people said 'the more the merrier', it was never true for Jude and Jaeden. One was more than enough for the Wallas'.

Jude looked up at Frankie sadly. "We aren't brothers?"

"You're sad about that?" Frankie rolled his eyes fondly.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're an insensitive asshole most of the time, Jude. You certainly don't act like you'd miss me."

"Well, I would; and for your information, you don't act like you'd miss me much either."

"Well, I would."

Jude looked up at him for a second before smiling his stupid, innocent smile that drew people in from everywhere. His smile that could win him every toy that came from a children's restaurant. His smile that even made Frankie love him no matter how much of a little weirdo he was being. Jude Wallas was a one of a kind, and everybody knew it.

"You'd miss me if I was gone, Fran?" Jude grinned even larger than before, but this was an evil grin.

Frankie scoffed and pushed Jude's face off his arm softly. "You just can't be serious for one second.

"You don't like serious conversations. I know that about you."

"Whatever."

Frankie got up off of his knees and stretches his arms high above his head. Since Jude had stopped throwing up, Frankie would deposit him in his bed then go check on Jaeden. Jaeden was more of an independent, quiet soul than his twin brother. It was obvious by just looking at them.

Despite his earlier turmoil about his siblings, he decided in that moment that he truly loved them.

He always will.

Notes:

There will be more Jaeden content, but I really love Frankie and Jude's relationship.

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