9:00 pm. It was the tenth time you checked the time, and the third time you had to sing Rose back to sleep.

Babysitting the eight year old was no easy task, but you loved her.

She was almost asleep, and you had been singing soft lullabies for nearly ten minutes.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray..."

You tuck her soft black hair behind her ear, oblivious to the calm blue gaze locked onto you, the man leaning on the doorframe, his arms crossed.