"Carley please don't give me a hard time today. I have a lot I need to do." Joe stumbled on to the couch, wheezing. Everything was sweaty. Sweaty and dry. Every limb felt fatigued and it did not help that his daughter refused to get dressed. He needed to get down to the department store and buy more fans. It was either that or spend the entire day in the brutal heat assembling a new air conditioner. He heard giggling behind the wall and grew frustrated. "Carley Alexis Jonas I'm going to count to 3.…1.…2.…"

"Okay daddy!" She sprung out from behind the wall and sat in his lap. He sighed in relief and quickly put her shirt on before she could run away once again. She squirmed a bit but eventually calmed down. "Daddy, are we going to see mommy?"

"We're going to get some fans and then we'll go see her." He buckled her shoe and picked her up , taking her to the car. Demi, his neighbor, stepped out of her car and tugged on a bag that was stuck in the crack of the door. "I'll be right back Carley. Do not go anywhere, understand?" Shutting the door , he made his way to her car. "Need help?"

She sighed and turned around with a slight smile. "Um…sure."

He chuckled and pried the door open a bit with his fingers. "Okay, now grab the bag." he began to wince as it grew harder to hold the door open.

Flustered, she snapped back to reality. "Oh! Oh! Right, sorry!" she quickly grabbed the bag out.

He removed his fingers and took a breath. "All good?"

"Oh…oh yes. Tha-thank you." She nodded and quickly got in her house and slowly and almost reluctantly , shut the door.

He stared at the door for a second before going back to his car.

"Is this something you like to do?" She tilted her head and giggled.

"Well of course, not like you have anything better to do at work then talk to me and Carley all day." he joked.

"Hmm…I guess not." She picked Carley up kissed her cheeks. "Did daddy get you dressed today?"

Carley nodded and smiled, too shy to say anything while others around the office gawked at her. "I can tell."

"Hey!" Joe protested. "I think I did a good job.""Sure you did babe." She pecked his lips and went to sit down in her cubicle. Carley calmed down as she noticed everyone getting back to work. "So, you look worn out. What have you been up to all day?"

"I've just been out looking for fans until I get the air conditioning squared away."

"Sounds productive."

"I would say so." Leaning back in his chair, Joe looked at his wife. "There is something different about you today."

"Hmm…really? What's different?" she teased him.

Suddenly he wished he had not said anything at all. He understood now that it was a game. He was supposed to guess. God, he hated when she did this. Only because it ended up in a fight if he didn't guess correctly. It wasn't his fault he never guessed correctly. He just wasn't good at guessing."Uhm…Hey Carls, what do you think is different?"

Carley looked at her mom. "hair."

Joe looked at her. "Hmm…you dyed it lighter?"

"I highlighted it but yes." she rolled her eyes and went back to her work.

"Ashley, come on. You know I'm bad at this." he plead.

She shrugged, giving him the silent treatment and focused on her work.

Rolling his eyes, Joe picked Carley up and left the office.