Second Chance

Connecting The Dots

"It's good to be home." It feels like I haven't been home in weeks. It's really only been a day. A long day but just a day.

"I agree. Let's get her in the bath. Maybe after we can all take a nap?" He has her in his arms. She looks like she's going to fall asleep any minute with her rubbing her heavy little eyes and the drool starting to pool at the corners of her mouth around her soother.

"Sound perfect babe. I'm going to grab a quick snack for us and start dinner. Meet you guys in a bit?"

"Okay. Don't be long." He leans over to kiss me before taking her upstairs.

I'm so lucky to have him. He's been a rock through all of this. It took us another two hours before we were able to get her to drink all of that thick orange liquid. She was not happy with us after that. Well, not happy with me. Steve just sat there and made faces at her. He tried copying hers and it's kind of funny but at the same time it's not because I had to be the bad guy. I hate having to be the bad guy.

Steve and I decided before we started the process of being screened for adoption that we would take turns being the bad guy with our kids. So far it hasn't worked out that way. More often than not I manage to get him to play the bad guy. It's not too hard to do as long as you know how. Luckily for me I do.

It took about another hour after she finished that bottle before the doctor could run the test. She released Brooke and we have a follow up next week with her to go over the results. The pre results have her in the clear. All the tension in Steve bled out after the doctor told us. I didn't realise how bad it had all gotten for him. He seemed so steady and calm this whole time.

It doesn't take me long to start dinner and make a quick snack for us. I wanted to make a full lunch out of it but with how sleepy she looked in the car and how worn out I am and know Steve to be, we all need a nap. I head upstairs and can hear her whining in protest to her bath. She's not fond of them and I have a feeling it's cause she can't have her wolf with her.

"Need help?" I call out to them as I walk upstairs. When I get there he has her on our bed laying on a towel. He's struggling with her to get her dressed. Her diaper looks a little crooked and for some reason her wolf has one on too.

"I almost have her dressed. What do you have for us?"

"Grapes, cheese and crackers. Easy and light. We all need a nap."

"NO!"

We both laugh at that. "Too bad baby girl. We're all taking one after we eat."

I set up her chair at the table. I made sure to bring her a sippy cup of juice when I grabbed the bottled water for us. He finally gets her dressed by the time I have the table set. She fights a little bit but we manage to get her to eat a little before she falls asleep at the table.

*DC*

"Hey Kelley you got a minute?"

"Sure thing Sheriff. What can I do for you?"

"I was going over the weekly reports and I noticed you guys sent another request for DNA samples. What happened to the last ones?"

"Dylan had a feeling that something was off so I sent off for new ones. How are they by the way? I haven't heard from him in a few days."

"They're doing better. Finally started going outside after the whole ordeal. I'm stopping by there today. They need me to watch Brooke so they can go out and run a few errands. They still don't want to take her out in public just yet."

"I don't blame them. I wouldn't ever let her out of my sight again if she was my kid."

"So about those samples, what happened with them?"