Olivia hated being sick, not just because she didn't like the having to try and bicker with Beckett about where she was going to sleep, but really just because she didn't have time. She had no time to be sick. She was the Chief Legal Officer for the Ministry of Magic. She had far too many things on her shoulders to consider taking sick days, and that was just the simple truth of it. That paired with the fact that she was Ares' personal lawyer too made things more difficult. Ares was married to her best friend, and she knew that she was the one that was going to bat for not only the Wentzell family, but the Ministry, and the school as well. Not that the school needed legal counsel very often, but when your best friend was the Headmistress you didn't really count anything out. Olivia knew that she needed to rest, and she knew that being sick, and trying to act like she wasn't sick was in effect just making her sicker, but she couldn't really do anything about it. She couldn't do anything about it, and Anderson was going to get it sooner or later, all she could really think was that she was grateful that Beckett didn't get sick all that often. If she and Anderson were both down at once, he was at least capable of taking care of their son. He had always been good at taking care of their kids.

Not even just when they were sick, he had simply been a natural at being a dad. And Olivia knew that she hadn't been a natural at being a mum. It had taken her some adjusting to the idea that they were going to be parents. She knew that she had panicked when she had found out about Lyla only months after they had had Callahan. She didn't think that she was ready to have one baby when they had had their eldest two. Let alone having another one. She didn't think that she was good at it back then, but she thought that she had gotten better at it now. She was better at it, and maybe she wasn't the best at laundry, and maybe she was kind of terrible at arts and crafts, and all of that, but that wasn't what she was supposed to be good at. If they wanted help with their homework, if they wanted to learn who to call to get rid of someone, if they wanted to learn what it took to handle a situation, Olivia was their parent. If they wanted someone to smooth over a crowd at a party, or they wanted someone that was going to buy them presents, then they needed to talk to their father. That wasn't to say that she couldn't do all of that stuff, and that he couldn't do the things that she did, they had just found a system that relatively worked for them, and they had managed to stick with it. So far, they were lucky.

As Anderson ran off upstairs she knew that he had headed straight for Beckett, and it wasn't that he was by any means quiet. Her fiancé would know that he was coming before he had even gotten halfway up the stairs. She heard Beckett yell when their youngest got to him and she laughed as she climbed the rest of the stairs. It had been fun in the moment that she had run off, and she knew that she was going to pay for it now. She was already more tired now than she had been before, but she had started this game and she was going to finish it. Smiling she stepped into the door of their room and leaned against the frame. "Look at that... My hero..." She smirked at Beckett and then shook her head at their wiggling, squirming son. Heading for the bed she added her fingers to Beckett's and trapped him between them to keep tickling him. "What are we going to do with him now that we've got him? Should we feed him to some hippogriffs?"

Beckett knew that it was hard on Liv when she was sick. She was someone that was constantly busy, someone that enjoyed their work and honestly worked harder than most anyone that he knew. She didn’t like it when she couldn’t give it one hundred percent, and he knew it. But she wasn’t one that got sick all that often, so when she did, Beckett was well aware exactly what was going to happen. He knew that she was going to try to get to the guestroom to sleep in there, even if she was well aware that she almost always failed at the attempt. He understood the concept behind it—she didn’t want to get him sick, but he wanted her to get better, and she always slept better in her own bed. It was simple, in his opinion, that she slept in her own bed because his immune system was fine anyhow, and he wasn’t going to get sick. But every time this happened, he knew she’d try anyway. It was mostly a game at this point anyhow. She would be fine with winning, might be glad that he didn’t have a chance of getting sick, but he thought she knew that she was going to lose from the get-go.

This time around had been particularly amusing though, because their son had gotten involved. He figured that Anderson would wake up—he’d used it as an excuse to keep her from leaving, after all. It hadn’t worked, of course, but he had still thought it was a possibility that their son would wake up. It had made it all just even more amusing, even though getting him to be now was certainly going to be a challenge. It was something that would be harder now that he was riled up, but he was just a kid still, so Beckett knew that he would crash pretty easily. It would happen eventually, it was only a matter of ‘when.’ From the second that he heard them in the kitchen, though, he knew that Anderson would be running up the stairs back up to him, and he had no problem acting to be surprised. He might have had to figure out this whole parenting thing as he went along, but he had Liv to help him, and he knew that when your kid was trying to be sneaky, you acted surprised. That was just how it worked. So that was just what he had done, he had acted surprised, and then he’d ‘caught him’. Liv would get up there eventually, and then they would wrangle him into bed.

If he was lucky, she would just accept the fact that he’d won, and she would just go to bed. She really did need the rest—they all did, if they wanted a chance of getting enough sleep to stay healthy. They didn’t need Anderson coming down with this cold, and getting to sleep in good time tonight would definitely impact that. He continued to trap Anderson, up until the moment that Liv appeared in the door way, and his smirk grew at her words. “I know.” At her question, though, he looked at Anderson as if he was considering their options, and then back over to Olivia. “Hippogriffs… best option. Better than unicorns—they’re vicious.” He kept a straight face for only a couple of seconds before laughing and letting go of Anderson. “Time for bed, kid.” That had been enough excitement for one night, in his opinion, and he thought that they all needed to get some sleep. He was probably wound up enough to protest, but Beckett thought that he’d pass out the second his head hit the pillow.