Samantha awoke around seven a.m., which was later than usual. She imagined she had dreamt everything; Martin coming back, her sleeping with him. She stood up and walked out of her room. The morning sun shown in through the windows, lighting up the house. Cecilia was at the kitchen table eating Lucky Charms "Good morning, honey." Samantha smiled at her daughter. "Coffee?" Samantha smiled at the familiar voice. "Yeah, coffee would be great." A couple seconds later, Martin walked toward her holding two cups of coffee. "Good morning. You over slept and I didn't want to wake you."

"Thanks." They smiled at each other and walked toward the table.

"Mom, I'm finished with my cereal. Can I watch TV?"

Samantha sighed, "Why don't you get ready for school, then you can watch a little bit."

Cecilia agreed and walked off to her room.

"School?" Martin thought she seemed a little young to be going to school.

"Preschool actually. I still work full time; I thought that would be the best if she went."

"Probably a good idea." They sat in silence, slowly drinking their coffee. "Sam," Samantha looked up at Martin, "Last night. Do you regret it?" Samantha thought for only a second, "No." They both smiled at each other

"Do you work today?" Martin asked

"Yea, but it's a short day; Ten until two. Do you?"

"I don't have to. I don't start again until Monday. But I could go in earlier if I wanted to. I came back earlier to see you." Sam smiled softly and looked down at her empty coffee cup. "I'm glad."

"Samantha, I should probably tell you. I did try to fight it," Samantha looked up at Marty, confused, "I talked to Van Doren, I told her I didn't want to be transferred. But she said I didn't really have a choice, and it wouldn't be for very long. I just had to fill in for someone. But they kept me longer. I left for New York the same day they told me I could come back." That was something Samantha wanted to hear for about five years. "I'm glad you told me."

"Mom! Can you braid my hair?" Cecilia came into the kitchen holding a brush and a couple pink hair ties that matched her dress. Martin stood up, "I'm gonna go get ready."

"Okay. Come over here Ceel." Samantha braided two neat braids into her daughter's wavy hair. "Okay. You can watch TV while I get ready."

"Okay." Cecilia got her backpack ready while Samantha walked to her bedroom. She passed Martin in the hall, "Marty, could you make Cecilia's lunch while I get ready?"

"Sure."

"Thanks, she'll help you." Samantha continued on to her bedroom to get ready for another day, while Martin walked into the kitchen to begin a day he wasn't used to, one where he had a daughter.

"Cecilia, do you want me to make your lunch?"

Cecilia turned away from her television program to face her father.

"Sure. Do you want me to help? I know where everything is."

"Sure."

Samantha came into the kitchen wearing black pants and a red long sleeved shirt; she was pulling her hair up into a bun as she watched as she watched Martin and their daughter making lunch. It seemed so normal to her. She smiled to her self, 'This is going to work.'

"I'm ready to go." Cecilia said as she put on her sweater. Samantha turned to Martin, speaking softly, "Do you want to come with us? You can see wear she goes to school."

Martin smiled, "Sure. I'd like that."