Wow! You guys are the greatest! (: All day long I've gotten at LEAST 100 emails for this story, and If this was a movie. (: This next little one shot was inspired by several things.

1~ my dad because he considers hot weather to be over 72 degrees.

2~ the heat wave that's swept through where I live. Last week we made it down to 95 degrees! (:

3~ the express ways. I love riding it during the summer. It's just high enough that it gives the perfect view of the city I live in. ;3

Disclaimer : Don't own Degrassi.

Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. ~Roger Miller

Heat Wave

Eli~

As he watched the evening news, he wanted nothing more than to kill Bob Smith, the weather man. He didn't have anything against him, just what the idiot predicted the temperatures for the next week to be. It was only June 15th and already the lowest temperature was estimated to be 100 degrees. There hadn't been rain in several weeks, and weather like this kept his small family indoors for a good portion of the day.

It was days like to day that he hated himself for letting Clare talk him into buying an old house. The large Victorian house was the oldest in the neighborhood, and therefor didn't come with central air conditioning. (I think that's what it's called? If it isn't I mean the ac that runs through the whole house, not just a window..) He had suggested to Clare that it might be a good idea to put it in, but she had refused, claiming "it would ruin the historicalness of the house".

He sighed, grimacing at that memory. He had been able to convince her to buy a few fans, which she had forced him to put in the window. Clare was out of town for the weekend, on business, which left him alone with the baby. Not that he minded, Jane was the most amazing 4 month old a dad could ask for.

He had put her down for a nap in the baby swing a little over half an hour ago, and he could hear her starting to stir. Creeping into the kitchen, he gently picked the little girl up, and carried her to the living room.

Placing her in the baby bouncer, he pushed her short sweaty bangs back. The heat was getting to her too. The little girl began to whine, pulling at the onesie that her mother had put her in before she'd left.

"Oh, if Uncle Adam could see me now," he cooed to the little girl, gently sliding the sticky sweat soaked clothes off of Jane's little body, he threw them into the trashcan behind him. Immediately the little girl let out a sigh of relief. Giving her a smile, he took her upstairs to the nursery.

They had kept the bedrooms shut as much as possible, if the door was shut then the cool air would be trapped. Opening the bathroom door, he flicked the light on. It was just as hot up here, as it was downstairs. It may have been warmer.

"C'mon Janie," he muttered, placing her in the baby seat Clare had insisted he set up inside the bath tub. Turning the handle, he felt the cool water fill the tub. As a child he had absolutely despised bath time. Jane on the other hand, absolutely loved it.

Scooping up a handful of the cool liquid, he splashed it towards Jane. His daughter broke out in a huge grin, and immediately began to splash him back. As hard as she could. Within minutes Eli was soaked, and both he and Jane were laughing.

"Do you see this? Aunt Fiona will KILL me if she sees this. This is your fault!" he teased. Jane's face had fallen for a moment, before her toothless grin returned.

"I'm not sure whose cleaner, you or me," he joked. Wrapping her in a towel, he went to her tiny bedroom. It should have been cool in the bedroom, however it felt as though someone may melt.

Taking a look at the baby in his arms, Eli couldn't bear to put her in the crib. It would be cruel and unusual punishment.

"You're bunking with Daddy tonight," he whispered, Jane watched him curiously, as they went downstairs. What could her father be doing?

Setting her back down in her bouncer, he went to work re-arranging the room. Sure Clare would have a fit when she got home, but she wasn't here sleeping in the heat. The leather couch was the coolest and longest piece of furniture they had. With all his might, he pushed it from one side of the room to the other, so that it would be right underneath the bay window. He had just about gotten it into place, when he lost his grip, and stubbed his big toe on the corner.

"Sh-." He was about to release every cuss word he'd ever learned from Bullfrog, but he stopped when he heard Jane's amused giggles. Turning towards the 4 month old, he rolled his eyes. She sat bouncing up and down in the seat, smiling and clapping her hands.

"You like that?" he questioned creeping closer, before swinging her up into his arms.

"You like seeing Daddy hurt himself?" he questioned, planting a kiss on the little girl's cheek. She let out a happy squeal. Rolling his eyes at her loud shrieks, he flopped down on the couch. Laying Jane on his chest, he watched as her big green eyes began to droop, until finally they stayed closed. Planting a kiss on top of her head, he soon fell asleep too.

I have to say it you guys. I'm not so sure about this one…I don't really like how I did it..but oh well!

I have a major question to ask you..it'll affect all future chapters. Now. I have A LOT of ideas for future chapters..but my question to you is this:

Does it matter to you if the chapters go in order? (I mean like does it matter, if Jane is a baby in one..and a child in another)

I REALLY need some input on this so if you would please take the time to give your input in either

A: A review.

B: The poll found the top of my page.

Thanks! You guys rock!

Xoxo,

Bumblebee93