"Daddy, Daddy," Cried out little Ariana as she tugged on her dad, Darry Curtis's, pant leg. She was getting fussy and irritable, rubbing her eyes and yawning without trying to. It was obvious that she was exhausted after playing with her cousins, Apollo and Alana. Apollo was Soda's five-year old son and Alana was Pony's three-year old daughter. And Alana, not being that old herself, was only five years old, just like her older cousin.

Darrel looked down at his daughter before picking her up onto his hip, smiling at her, "What is it, little one? Tired?"

Ari shook her head fast, "I not tired..." But as she tried to get more out, a yawn escaped and she continued to rub her closing eyes.

"Oh, yes you are, little one." Darry sat her down on her couch, given that she was too frightened to sleep in her own bed. "And plus, if you don't go to bed now, you won't be able to see Faith and Hope, Kolt, Nicholas, and Ethan tomorrow." Darry said, referring to her friends, but also they could be considered family. The twins, Faith and Hope, are Two-bit Mathew's kids. Kolt is Steve Randle's kid. Nicholas, often referred to as Nick, is Dallas Winston's kid. And Ethan is Johnny Cade's kid. Ari's eyes bugged and then they closed quickly, as she tried her hardest to fall asleep.

Darry let out a small chuckle as he wandered to his recliner that he always sat in then closed his eyes, smiling lightly. He was glad that his daughter finally decided to take a nap. He was exhausted horribly even though he knew it wouldn't be easy. Will it ever be easy?

(Short For A Reason)