It had been just two days after the divorce. It had been hard but relatively an easy process. You didn't fight for custody of the kid, you both agreed to co-parent. Frankie left the house at the start of the process. Many things let do it and he didn't fight it, he didn't want to make things more difficult.

But as the days passed of the divorce process you started to notice things getting fixed. Things he had once promised to fix but never did. The sink leak, the creaking doors, the mess in the garage. You didn't remember fixing it, Frankie couldn't be, you hadn't seen him in the house in weeks.

Until you caught him one Saturday morning when you didn't take your daughter to the park like you always did. He was under the bathroom sink, he hit his head when he saw the door open as you walked in.

"Shit!" He cursed as he rubbed his forehead.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in the house?" You asked as you looked at what he was doing.

"Ugh... I... I'm... I'm fixing the things I should've fixed a while ago..." He said quietly as he stood up, noticing you in your pajamas. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss wake up to your side. "Aren't you supposed to be in the park with our girl?"