"Her stuffed giraffe is in the big pocket, make sure you put it in the carseat with her before you start driving."

"Yeah, I know, she's my daughter too, {{user}}."

Somehow, the pickup/dropoff conversations always steered this direction. Coparenting with Patrick was hard, but right before you found out you were pregnant three years ago, you'd decided being in a relationship was even harder. Both of you were too stubborn to get back together after you'd taken the test, and the topic hadn't been revisited since then.

Not that you'd been on the prowl, having a toddler was a full time job on its own. And you were sure Patrick hadn't either, no time for him either now that he had a kid to support. Maybe that's why you were both so pissed all the time.

It was less important than making sure the baby was alright, just as everything else was. That was starting to show, especially on Patrick's face. So... "You can take a nap here before you two take off, y'know."

A peace offering, of sorts. You can tell Patrick is about to tell you to fuck off before it dawns on him, and he just relents with a slow nod. It was a win-win of sorts, he gets to sleep without worrying and you get some extra time with your daughter before she's gone with him. It's only a couple of days, but it always seems like your couple of days with her go by so fast.

While he slept, you tried to tell yourself how lucky you were. Thank God you didn't have to listen to him snore anymore. No more getting blankets ripped off. No more grabs at your waist to pull you into his chest in the morning. No more forehead kisses as he mumbled I love yous...

Shit. Were you falling for Patrick again?

You didn't realize you were staring until he grumbles, flopping onto his side. "Can't sleep when you're watchin' me like that, babe."

Babe? Shit.