Just stop your crying, you'll be alright,
Come take my hand and hold it tight,
I will protect you from all around you,
I will be here, don't you cry...
Turk leant over the side of Izzy's crib, watching her breath as she slept. He still found it quite mesmerizing and couldn't believe that this little girl actually was a part of him. Just a few weeks before she had started to talk and so far had managed to say "Mommy", "Biscuit" and "Coco", which was the name of her bear. She hadn't yet said "Daddy", no matter how hard Turk and Carla tried to get her to mimic them in return for a biscuit. Turk didn't mind as such-he knew that she would get there eventually and that it was nothing personal-but he wished that she would hurry up and learn to say it. He wanted to hear it so much.
When he was sure that she was settled down, Turk left her room on his toes and sat down at the table to do some paperwork. Carla was at work-she tried to avoid the nightshift as much as possible but sometimes she had to cover someone or do the shift. Turk didn't mind as it gave him a chance to catch up on his work and be in charge of Izzy's routine. He could prove to Carla that he wasn't useless. JD had come round and helped to entertain Izzy whilst Turk cooked her dinner, leaving when it was time for her bath. Turk loved being with Izzy on their own – he felt like these were the most special times he would ever spend with her.
He heard a small whimper from her room which he didn't act on but when it turned into a full scale wail he jumped up from the table and rushed into her room, scooping her up into his arms and hushing her gently.
"Come on baby girl, Daddy's here. Daddy's here. Don't cry."
He settled on the rocking chair in the corner of her room where Carla used to feed her and rocked her gently.
"Daddy's here. Don't cry. Nothing can hurt you, baby girl. Daddy's here."
As she began to calm down and made quiet snuffling noises, Turk continued to murmur. She looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes that were the mirror image of Carla's. At first, he thought that he imagined the movement of her lips and the small whisper.
"Can you say that again, baby girl? Say it again."
"Daddy here," she smiled, "Daddy here."
"Yes he is baby girl. Daddy's always here."
"Daddy here," she whispered, a tiny smile on her face as she was lulled back to sleep by the rocking and the sound of his voice.
