"Oh yes," Ike hisses as he sees the cookies and Lucy still weeping her eyes out in the corner.

"Can Davey fix it?" I ask with a sparkle of hope in my eye.

"I should have it back by tomorrow," he says, wrapping his arms around me. His attention to me is taken away as I pull out a fresh batch of cookies, now we have two dozen. He greedily shoves one in and winces in pain as I look at him.

"The cookies are hot," I say, using the tone I usually speak to Lucy in; sweet, gentle, and innocent. He playfully punches me and calls Lucy over to us. He picks up his little girl and spins her around, she doesn't talk to him, but she slips him little smiles. He sets her down in her high chair and tickles her a bit, she surpasses some small giggles. I smile to as I bring Cole into the kitchen for dinner. Something doesn't seem right as we put him in a highchair. I look at Ike and he shrugs at me and smiles.

"There's my smile," he says, showing a tint of white teeth. He turns to me and helps as he puts some food down for supper.

"Wasn't sure if I'd see it again," he says as we eat. We all are hungry, not saying anything. We sit in silence for an hour, just eating the meal. There are sometimes squeals of Cole as he throws bits of food around a bit. I take a tiny spoon and put some mashed potatoes on it, mixed in with the slightest hint of chard. I shove it into his mouth and as he swallows, he coughs it back up. This goes on, extending dinner another twenty minutes. We all need baths tonight as we all decide to be somewhat cute. I act like a train, putting food into Cole's mouth while Ike secretly makes monkey faces at him. Maybe that's why he's spitting up his food, he I laughing, I think, thanks Ike; you are going to choke him. We all think we are full until I bring the cookie tray, still warm. I out down my Lucy as Ike put Cole down in his crib. We don't really have a place, but we are making space in the nursery soon.

"Sketch and I are going to the farmer's market after we sell tomorrow," I say. "Do you want to come?"

"I'll stay here and watch Cole, I think Lucy would like to go," he says, motioning in the direction of her room and smiles.

"I recently discovered she likes blue things." He adds.

"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue," I smile. He hugs me close; I feel his heartbeat for a second. We crawl into bed the second we change; he flips on the ceiling fan for tonight, just to get the air circulating. I pick up the long awaited book of The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Anderson. Ike begs me to read it to him as he puts his head on the crook of my neck. I don't read as much as Butta Fingas and Sketch, but I do enjoy a good read when I can.

"Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening- the last evening of the year." I start off.

"Can you read me something different?" he pleads like a child. I roll my eyes and go to what we have of your small collection of books. Peter Pan, Les Miserable, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Wuthering Heights.

"Pick," I say reading the books aloud.

"Dracula?" he suggests, pulling a book out from under the bed.

"Why not," I say, taking the book from him.

"A vampire book?" I question.

"Girls love vampires," he says. "Well, I don't know about you, but I like them."

"Fine, I'll read it," I say as he snuggles up closer.

"It's a gothic book, can you kiss me every time I get scarred?" he asks.

"We can do better," I say. I light a few candles and place them on our dresser and on the window seals. We crawl fully under the blankets, creating an eerie surrounding. I open up the book as Ike repositions himself.

"May 3. Bistritz. - Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late." I say with a devious smile and a bit of sass. The clock struck midnight as we wake up in a heap of blankets, the candles are out and the fan is on. I open the book again and set it aside. We were on the last page. He kisses me before I read the last line.

"Later on he will understand how some men so loved her, that they did dare much for her sake." I whisper the last part. Ike falls asleep again and when the morning light comes, his eyes are bloodshot.

"No more vampire books," I say playfully. "You get too scarred."