"Hi, Daddy."

Nick had been napping comfortably when the familiar voice greeted him back into consciousness. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times. He had to tilt his head up for his brown eyes to meet with hers.

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Apple juice. That was the reason for Nick's frantic search around the house. He really only had himself to blame. If he had checked to make sure the lid on Sara's sippy cup had been secure, she wouldn't have been able to dump the juice on to his lap. Nick could never really get angry with Sara. She would look up at him with her big brown eyes, ( Read more... )

Prompt

It's a quiet night. The kids were in bed and Nick was in his pajamas, flipping through a hundred and fifty TV channels. NBC, UPN, ESPN, CB-- ah, the History Channel. Nick smiles and gets comfortable on the couch. Just as a documentary about Russia comes on, he feels a light tapping on his shoulder.
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from here*Nick gives Frankie the address to the Las Vegas house before going to find Carolina. The anger is building inside him. This kid, he's right down the street and there's only a thin thread of rationality that's keeping him from going down the street right now and destroying this kid. He finds her up in the office. He stands in the doorway, ( Read more... )

From hereNick stayed at his parents' house for a couple of days. It wasn't too bad. They had questions, but they didn't push him, which was nice. He told them that he wasn't going to spend Thanksgiving in Dallas. They were disappointed, but they understood he needed something more low key and Christmas was right around the corner anyways. Nick ( Read more... )

After this.

Carolina had finally fallen asleep. Nick watched her for an hour or so while she slept, holding her close.
( Zzzz )