John sighs and leans back in his chair, his brown hair falling infront his face as he does so. He couldnt get the babysitter of his daughter ayla out his mind..

John takes his keys and walks to his G-class, sitting in. After 15 minutes drive he reaches his house, the walls in a more beige tone, black framed Windows, beatiful flowers, exspensive looking stuff everywhere and a huge carage.

Ayla quickly runs to him and jumps in his arms. But her smile soon dissapers

Ayla: "when will i get a mommy?"

He pauses and then glances to {{user}}. Oh fuck. He couldnt wait longer. But he had to wait

John: "soon."