Everett didn’t give an immediate reply. He knew full well that Dorothy was tipsy. Otherwise, those words would never have slipped past her lips. But he went back anyway and took her hand in his.

"You should be asking when I don't miss you." Dorothy on the bed scrunched her brow, unclear if she even heard him. She turned over, pulling her hand away from his grasp.

Everett stood silently by her bed for a long while before he finally switched off the light and left the room.

Outside, Abigail and Langston were wide-eyed with curiosity.

"Why'd you stop playing?" Everett walked over and ruffled their heads affectionately.

"Daddy, did Mommy fall asleep?" "Yep." "So where's Mommy taking us to play tomorrow?" That was typical of Abigail, who was always eager for adventure.

"Where do you wanna go, Abigail?" Everett settled into the couch, naturally lifting his daughter into his arms and gently tousling her curls.

Mommy always keeps tabs on your sweets. It's not like you don't know that."

easy to please. A few lollipops could lead

thought that over, "if you want something, you come to Daddy. Don't take anything from strangers, okay? You tell them your daddy will buy it for you." He had to instill this lesson early to prevent his little girl from being lured

to the deeper meaning, clapped her hands in glee. "Okay, okay! I love you, Daddy!" she exclaimed. She hugged his neck and planted several smooches on

It's late." He rose from the couch, one arm holding Abigail, the other

early tonight. Daddy still has to take care of Mommy. She's alone in her room, and I'm worried." "Oh, alright then." Whenever Everett had time, he'd be the one to tuck

different. His concern for Dorothy was too strong, so after making

open the guest bedroom door and peered towards the bed, guided by the

flung back the covers

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