He woke up to the sun pouring in through his bedroom window. The brightness outside indicated it being later than the time he usually woke up. It was in fact nearing midday, this wasn't unusual nowadays for Dan. Ever since he'd been given the news, he'd lived a life as a wreck, it was a life of plenty of alcohol and not turning up to work. Strickland knew the circumstances but as Sasha and Dan were in a relationship, Sasha was doing her best to pretend that he was ill. It was a lie that no one believed but after the events leading up to it, no one questioned.

"Danny? I'm home baby, I took a half day." Sasha called as she opened the front door and ran up the stairs to find that he was still in bed. She took of her heeled boots and joined him in bed. "I don't like seeing you like this, talk to me baby. Please." She begged.
"I don't know what to do, if I get involved now then everything is going to change and if I don't, Olivia may grow up up hate me." Dan told her.
"Fair enough my two boys are older but if their dad didn't want to see them anymore then they'd be devastated. See one parent is fine for a child growing up, especially if that's all they've ever known. You have to do what you think is best and then I'll support you through it, whatever happens. It's not going to be easy to decide and I appreciate that but that little girl will cope either way. They're very adaptable and accepting at that age. Whatever you do though, I know this can't go on. Fair enough you had a major bombshell dropped on you but alcohol and staying in bed is not going to help, if anything it's going to cloud your decision. While you're deciding we need to get back to some degree of normality." Sasha told him, she was right though. It was a decision that no one else could make for him, it was solely down to him. It was a scary thought, and one which left him responsible for any consequences that came from it.

Dan said nothing as he climbed out of bed and walked into their en suite.
"What are you doing baby?" Sasha called, the worry evident in her voice.
"Sorting myself out." He replied as he shaved the beginnings of a beard that was appearing on his face, off. "Where's my flannel?" He called again not long later.
"In the cupboard where it usually is." Sasha called back from her position in bed, where she was flicking through Facebook and found Sandra. She quickly sent her a friend request as Dan walked through again.

"That's better, I can kiss you again without getting scratched!"
"Yeah, how about I go and pick the boys up for once?"
"That depends on how much alcohol you've had."
"I haven't touched a drop in a couple of days, I've spent most of my days sleeping."
"Okay then, I'll start sorting some tea." Sasha replied as her phone beeped telling her that Sandra had accepted her friend request.
"Who's that?" Dan asked curiously.
"Just another gaming request on Facebook, nothing important. Make sure you get the boys from the right classrooms and don't be late for them!" Sasha lied and then casually changed the subject.
"Yeah I'm going. Bye."