A/N - A pea-sized amount of drama, all for my incredible fleet of reviewers! I write more for you guys than I do for the fun of it. That's crazy. You're all awesome. Thanks! I'm thinking I have an idea of where to go with this story...not sure if I like it yet or not...let me know what you think of this installment! =)

Today I was giving PJ her bath in the sink

And she slipped out of my hands

I don't know how it happened

I never take my eyes off her

I'm afraid she'll get a tooth while my back is turned

But somehow

She slipped out of my hands

And bumped her downy head

On the edge of the sink

And promptly started screaming

As did I

I picked her up,

Naked, sudsy, dripping wet, and wailing

I held her tightly against my chest

Soaking through my tank top

And ran into the house,

Yelling for my mom

Like I did when I was thirteen and broke my arm playing football

She was arranging flowers on the table

And dropped the roses when she saw us

"Oh, God, Luke, what happened?" she asked.

I had a hard time handing PJ to her

I didn't want to let go of her

And at the same time,

It was my fault

Her head wasn't bleeding or bruised

But boy, was she screaming

Mom comforted her and made her stop

And I stood there,

Covered in bathwater and tears

Feeling completely useless

I ran out of the house, leaving PJ with someone

Who knows what the hell they're doing

I got in my truck and sped off

I didn't know where I was going

Somehow I ended up in front of Julie's

I sat there and wondered

If she was doing the right thing in staying away

And wondering if PJ would be better off

If I had done the same.

I had nearly killed her.

Sure, she was fine this time.

But I don't even know how it happened.

What if if next time

It's worse?

I don't even realize I'm crying

Until I look in the rearview mirror

As I go anywhere but home