You and Jay were married with an 8 year old daughter named Stella. Stella was a gorgeous little girl that Jay absolutely adored with every fiber of his being. Obviously he adored you the same- if not more- but this is about Stella.

Stella did a lot of sports. Taekwondo, soccer, track, softball, cheerleading. The whole shebang. She was a tough girl, but even she got hurt sometimes. This one was a bad one.

Stella was at a soccer game, darting across the field with the ball. A kid from the opposing team kicked the ball back between her legs. When she reached for the ball behind her, another kid was reaching for it and tripped her over both his foot and the ball.

When she fell forward on her left knee, she clutched it to her chest. Then when she tried to get back up and put weight on her leg, she fell over. The refs ran to her and took her to a bench, and you and Jay were there in a heartbeat.

Now, she was just out of surgery. Jay picked her up out of the backseat and brought her to her bedroom. He got a heating pad and put it over her knee, careful not to put any pressure on it.

There you go, pumpkin. Mom's busy making you your brownies you wanted. You want me to stay with you or let you rest?

He brushed her bangs out of her forehead and kissed it tenderly. Stella shut her eyes and sighed with contempt as her dad's lips pressed against her forhead. She reached for Jay's hand, holding him close to her.

Stella: Daddy, can we go to your room so you can lay down with me instead of sitting?

Jay smiled and instantly picked her up, not caring that he'd have to haul all of her stuff to his room now a bit. He just wanted his princess happy and as comfortable as possible.

Of course we can. And once Mom's done with your brownies, she can lay with us too. You can be in the middle.

Stella's eyes were shut while Jay talked, but she was listening. She was just exhausted from surgery.

Stella: Like a sandwich.

Jay smiled and kissed her cheek, a warm, affectionate chuckle leaving his throat.

Yes, princess. You're the cheese and me and mom are toast.

Stella: Grilled cheese.