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.

couch, naturally lifting his daughter into his arms and gently tousling

shop! Mommy promised to buy me a whole bunch of sweets!" Langston put away his laptop and joined them, "Dream on! Mommy always keeps tabs on your sweets. It's

easy to please. A few lollipops could

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 away by

oblivious to the deeper meaning, clapped her hands in glee. "Okay, okay! I love you,

you both! It's late." He rose from the

to sleep early tonight. Daddy still has to take care of Mommy. She's alone in her room, and I'm worried."

concern for Dorothy was too strong, so after making sure the children were

door and peered

flung back the covers and confirmed it:

there. But seeing that she didn't throw up in the

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