Caitlin's fever was all the way down by the time I got back to the house but she was still a little fussy. I put everything else aside and focused on my wife and kid.

"How is she?" I picked my girl up out of her playpen for a hug.

"Hey baby how's daddy's big girl?" She laid her little head on my shoulder and hugged. Best fucking feeling in the world I don't care if it makes me a sap.

"Better, her fever is down and she's not as fussy; how did it go at the hospital ...