Owen sighs as he stands in front of the living room window, watching the rain pour down outside.

"Poor Daddy," Mallory says behind him. "Another camping trip cancelled."

He smiles and turns around. His younger daughter is having a tea party in the living room, with some of her treasured toys in attendance. A year old Diego is the special guest of honor. He sits and drools and watches her.

"It will stop raining sometime. I hope," Owen chuckles. He checks his watch - Cristina has gone to pick up supper for Father's Day and should be back soon.

"Diego, stay," Mallory commands, as her little brother attempts to crawl away.

"He's a boy, not an animal," Owen laughs. "Remember when Chloe wanted to adopt a puppy instead of him?"

"That was silly," Mallory giggles, standing up to redirect Diego back to her party.

"And you didn't want to adopt him at all."

"I don't remember that," she says primly. "I always wanted a little brother. From before I was born."

"Right." Owen's attention is diverted by Chloe, who is silently beckoning to him from the stairs, looking stricken. "I'm, um, going upstairs for a bit. Watch Diego, will you?"

"Okay."

Owen quietly follows Chloe to her room, noting how she's trembling. "Chloe, what's wrong?"

"Oh Dad," she whispers, on the verge of tears. "I've done something bad."

"Okay," he says softly, shutting the door behind him. "What happened?"

She gulps and points to her bed, where lie pieces of a stuffed animal.

"Chloe," Owen says as kindly as he can. "What did you do to your sister's dog?"

"Well," she gulps. "Mallory was saying Mr. Gus was losing stuffing in one of his legs, so I thought I'd fix him."

Owen rubs his beard, willing himself not to smile. "If he was losing stuffing in one leg, why is he missing three legs?"

She winces. "I didn't do a great job of reattaching the leg." She holds up the body of the toy, and shows him how one leg is awkwardly stitched on. "I made it shorter. So I decided to cut them all off and sew them back on so they'd be even."

Owen carefully takes Mr. Gus' remains from her. The surgeon in him notices that her stitches are even, although the leg is on backwards.

Chloe continues, sadly. "Only now I can't tell which leg is supposed to go where."

"By any chance," Owen says carefully, "Did you ask Mallory if you could 'fix' Mr. Gus before you – started to operate?"

"No," she says, looking down. "I thought it would be easy. It wasn't. I was just trying to fix it as a surprise."

"Okay," Owen says, keeping his voice calm. "New rule – you can't try to fix any of Mallory's things without asking permission."

"Uh huh." She stares at the floor.

"I think I can repair this," he continues, examining the toy.

"You can?" Chloe looks hopeful.

He nods. "I've reattached limbs before. But he's going to be shorter. You're going to have to tell Mallory what you did and tell her you're sorry."

She looks down again, while a lone tear slides down her face.

He sighs and gathers her up in a big hug. She clings to him, small shoulders shaking.

The bedroom door bursts open and Mallory runs in. "Hey Daddy -".

Owen hastily tries to hide Mr. Gus but he is too slow. Mallory's eyes grow wide and she lets out an ear-piercing scream.

"I'm sorry Mallory!" Chloe stammers out. "I tried to fix him for you -" Her words are cut off as Mallory lunges at her and shoves her hard.

"YOU KILLED MY DOG!" Mallory howls, as Owen grabs her and pulls her away. Mr. Gus falls to the floor as Chloe staggers back, starting to sob in earnest.

"Easy now," Owen says, trying to restrain Mallory, who is furiously trying to break free of his hold. "She's sorry and we don't hit."

As she struggles, Mallory's right fist swings up and bashes into Owen's nose. He immediately releases her and puts his hand up to his nose, feeling blood. "Fuck!" Owen growls, then winces.

Wide-eyed, Mallory turns around and stares at him. "I'm sorry Daddy!" She pauses, before reproaching him. "You said a bad word."

"I know!" Owen sighs as Chloe runs to the bathroom.

"I'll get you something!" Chloe yells.

Owen carefully prods his nose. "At least you didn't break it."

Chloe runs back in with a handful of toilet paper. Owen grabs it and holds it to his nose, to stem the flow of blood.

Mallory whirls furiously to point at Chloe, who is still crying. "You killed Mr. Gus!"

"I'm sorry!" Chloe wails.

"She didn't kill him," Owen lamely tries to intervene. "She just - amputated his legs."

Mallory screams and picks up the mistreated toy, tears running down her face.

"What is going on?" Cristina appears in the doorway, wearing her coat and holding a wide-eyed Diego. She stares at her two crying daughters, and her husband with a bloody nose. "And what happened to Mallory's dog?"

Owen sighs. "Chloe tried to fix him as a surprise for Mallory and - it didn't go well."

"She killed him," Mallory cries, holding up the remains.

"And what happened to you?" Cristina looks curiously at Owen.

"Hurricane Mallory smacked me by accident while I was trying to stop her from hitting Chloe," Owen sighs.

"And then he said a bad word," Mallory says solemnly.

"It's all my fault," Chloe sobs, collapsing on the floor. Owen sits down beside her as Mallory clings to Cristina. Diego, affected by all of the emotion in the room, starts to whimper.

"And you wanted five kids," Cristina reminds Owen with a smirk.

"I was young and foolish then," he sighs.