"Daddy!" Patrick smiled as the little mass of blonde curls attacked his leg. He scooped her up kissing her face.

"Hey baby." He hugged her then set her down as she took off towards the kitchen.

"Mommy! Daddy's home!" Angela appeared in the doorway of the kitchen smiling.

"I hear that." She walked over planting a kiss on his cheek. "How was your day?"

"It was... fine." He responded kissing her on the lips. Angela had known him long enough to tell he was lying. She looked into his eyes trying to figure out what happened. He was never able to keep stuff from her when she looked at him like that. "Remember that woman I told you about, the one that got mad at me for saying her mother forgives her?" He paused. "She- she committed suicide."

"Oh, love." She wrapped her arms around him, this was one of the many reasons she wanted him to could see just how much the guilt of his lies took its toll on him.

"Annie?" He said sniffing at the air. "Are you cooking something?"

The air smelled of burnt chicken. "Oh Sh-" she started to say, quickly glancing at Charlotte on the floor looking up from her toys, "-oe..."

Patrick couldn't help but laugh at her word change as she quickly ran to the kitchen. He followed her in with Charlotte close behind him.

"I don't think it's supposed to be black." He laughed. She didn't burn stuff often. Her silence told him she wasn't amused. "Come on, it's a little funny."

She started to clean up the ruined food. He could see she was close to tears. "Oh sweetheart." He wrapped his arms around her, causing the tears she was holding back to come out. She sobbed quietly into his shoulder. "I'm sorry for making fun of you, come on we can just order pizza or something."

Charlotte perked up, "Can we have pizza!?" she started jumping up and down. Angela looked at her and smiled through her tears.

"See?" Patrick said smiling at the both of them. "Lottie's on board."
Angela kissed him on the cheek and wiped away her tears. "Okay, pizza it is."