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"He's here! He's here!" Ella squealed. I smiled at her, and looked out the window. Sure enough, there he was. I walked over and buzzed him in.

I was just grabbing a juice for Ella, when there was a knock at the door. I heard hurried little foot steps, and Ella's voice saying, "I'll get it!" I walked in and stopped to look at the scene in front of me. Peter was kneeling on the ground, looking in Ella's ear, I heard him say he sees something.

I walked over, a little worried at what could be in her ear. As I got closer, I saw a flash of silver, and Peters grin, before I heard Ella's delighted laugh. He had pulled a coin from her ear.

Peter put the coin in the front pocket of Ella's jeans. She started to shake her head, but Peter told her, "I found it in your ear, you should keep it." He was so good with her.

He looked up at me, a smile lighting his eyes, my own stretching across my face.

Then my phone rang.

I saw the light dim slightly in his eyes. The phone rang again and I went to answer it, with out looking to see who was calling.

"Hello?" I said, turning and watching Peter and Ella interact. He was showing her how to flip a coin between her knuckles.

"I have missed the sound of your voice." I froze. Rick?

"Rick?" Peter eyes met mine, but he looked away quickly. I walked over to the kitchen as I asked, "Hows the dig?"

"It's okay, but there is just something that doesn't fit here," he sighed.

"You'll figure it out. This is what you love." I told him softly.

"I hope so. What are you up to?"

"My niece Ella is here, so we went and got some furniture for the empty bedroom." I said, looking over my shoulder, seeing Ella successfully flipping the coin, before it fell. She looked at me, I gave her a thumbs up, and a big smile, receiving one from her as well, as Peter grinned at her, telling her she was a natural.

"That's nice," I heard Rick say, breaking me from my thoughts. "I hope you had help."

"My friend Peter came with us, and he's going to do our manual labor." I said, slightly louder then I needed to, but it was worth it when I heard Peter's indignant huff, and Ella's laughter. I heard Rick laugh as well.

"That's great, I'm glad." I could here the smile in his voice. "Hopefully I'll be able to meet Ella when I get back."

"That would be nice." I told him. He tried to stifle his yawn, but I caught it. "You should go rest, or something, you sound beat. Besides, we still have work to do before we eat."

"OK, I'll talk to you later then. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone, and looked over my shoulder at Peter and Ella. I turned around completely and just watched them interact. They had moved on from twirling the coin between their fingers to a card trick. They were sitting on the couch now, and had three cards spread out on the coffee table before them.

Peter heard me walk in, and looked up. His eyes had gone from a peaceful blue, to a calm, depressing grey. He looked almost desolate. He looked away when Ella pointed at one of the cards and smiled showing her she chose right. I didn't say anything about what I saw in his eyes, I thought it best to be left alone for now.

"Tell me you are not teaching her how to play Three Card Monty?" I asked him, slight shock entwined in my voice. He looked at me sheepishly – I noticed his eyes had gone back to the peaceful blue –, and I had my answer. Ella looked on confused as I glared at Peter.

"Um, I was, uh," Peter stumbled over his words, not meeting my eyes, then his brighten, and he grins. "I'm helping her with her memory."

I shook my head, knowing it was harmless fun. Harmless until he teaches her how to swap out the queen, that is. I hate my inner voice.

I sighed and turned towards the guest bedroom, and said, "Well come on, we have work to do."

I heard them come up behind me and follow me into the room, where we looked at the boxes and bed frame. I saw Peter rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, and heard him say, "lets get to work."

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