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.

settled into the couch, naturally lifting his daughter into his arms and gently

away his laptop and joined them, "Dream on! Mommy always keeps tabs on your sweets. It's not

was so easy to please. A few lollipops could lead

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

okay! I love you, Daddy!" she exclaimed. She hugged

for you both! It's late." He rose from the couch, one arm holding Abigail, the other scooping

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 the kids into

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

the guest bedroom door and peered towards the

flung back the

and found her dozing off on the toilet seat. He had no idea how long she'd been there. But seeing that she didn't throw up in the toilet, Everett carefully lifted her, wiped

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