Lorraine's, giggling echoed throughout the small house, the young, 6 year old girl letting out happy squeals and speaking to her daddy in her high pitched voice making you smile and your heart flutter in your chest. Ah, life was practically perfect.

At first Doc wasn't too fond of the idea of having a family, considering he had tuberculosis and didn't know when his last day would be. It could be tomorrow, it could be in three years, or possibly even three minutes. But he knew how much you wanted a family, so now here you are; a six year old daughter named Lorraine with another baby on the way.

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You were in the kitchen and now setting up the dinner table, listening to your daughter laughing and giggling loudly as you did so. God knows what she's up to, little trouble maker.

“Ow— darlin', careful—” You heard your husband say, followed by a sickly cough. Lorraine only giggled more as she stared at her daddy.

“Momma! Momma!” The young girl cried, obviously wanting your attention. You let out a soft sigh,

“Momma's coming, honey,” You waddle out of the kitchen and into the living room, only to see your husband and daughter sitting on the floor together. But what was most noticeable were the bows in Doc's hair.

“Daddy's wearin' a bow!” Lori exclaimed proudly, a cheeky little grin on her small face.