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From: Tikatu Sent: 4/14/2006 11:32 AM

Wednesday, July 11, 6:30 a.m., Tracy Island.

"Ugh." Dom groaned as he rolled over to turn off his alarm clock. Josh had been fractious the night before, and it was well past midnight before the toddler had dropped off, exhausted.

Flopping back to the mattress, Dom sighed heavily. What am I going to do? he asked himself, his eyes closing on their own volition. I can't keep this up. It's not good for either of us. It's like a vicious cycle.

He suddenly jerked awake at the sound of Josh's cry from the other bedroom. A quick glance at the clock made him sit up quickly and throw back the covers. Seven-thirty! I must have fallen back to sleep. At this rate, I'll be late for work.

Striding into the shared bath, he heard Josh slamming his little hand on the door between the bath and his own room. "I'm coming, Jak," Dom said wearily. He opened the door to find his son waiting for him, one arm around his stuffed horse and as many fingers of the other hand now crammed into his mouth as possible. There were wet handprints on the door; mute evidence of Jak's alternate banging on the door, then sucking his fingers.

The wet fingers came out of his mouth, and he reached upwards. "Da!" he cried, wiggling his fingers to be picked up. "Up, Da!"

Dom crouched to his son's level, his training in how to lift correctly automatically directing his actions. He slid his arms hands under Josh's armpits and pulled his son close as he stood up again. A kiss to the blond head, then Dom asked, "Do you want breakfast, Jak?"

"Beckfust!" Josh answered. Dom smiled at his son's pronunciation; the proper sounds would come, he knew, and he'd become adept at translating his son's baby speak.

He carried Josh out to the kitchen, and sat his son down in the booster seat at the small dinette table. He hoped and prayed that they'd get through the meal without a tantrum; too many times Josh would ask for something, only to reject it and demand something else. How does Mrs. Tracy handle him when I'm at work? he wondered. I'm going to have to ask her for some advice and soon.

Glancing out the French doors to the balcony, he sighed again. It was raining out; which meant no sand castles and no outdoors to entertain his son during the hours that he'd be working in the infirmary. Not that there was much to do; everyone had been healthy and injury-free lately.

Hmm. Maybe I could ask for a personal day, just to so we could catch up on our rest... I wonder if Nikki would mind covering for me. I hope she didn't hear Josh's tantrum last night; I'm always leery about those balcony doors. He nodded slightly. I had better ask.

With that, he filled a sipper cup with milk for Josh, then pulled out his communicator to ask his neighbor and co-worker for a very important favor.




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