Tommy stared at the tv, why just why, why did his daughter kicking a man and running off need to make the news, even if it lead to the man's arrest. A strangled cry caused him to tear his eyes away from the tv to see Inya, her hair wet from just getting out of the tub, sitting on the floor in her pink footie pajamas screaming her head off.

"I think she's teething again," Kim murmured looking up at her husband, "and she didn't nap good so she's extremely tired."

Tommy nodded, picking up the screaming baby and offering her a cold pacifier. Inya shook her head, batting the offered peace offering away, tugging on her ear as she said, "Ow, Ow," and then continued crying.

Tommy glanced at the ear, which was red, "Kim, what about an earache?"

Kim stood up with a handful of toys in her arms, "That is a possibility," she admitted, "try putting a warm wash cloth over her ear, that should ease it some."

...

Tommy was pacing back and forth in Inya's room, holding her close as she whimpered, he had managed to give her some medicine and had placed the warm wash cloth over her ear like Kim had suggested but Inya still wasn't calming down enough to fall asleep. So he continued to pace back and forth, rubbing her back as he murmured softly into her ear. The whimpering had almost stopped, her eyes dropping low as they got heavy.

That was when Tommy's cell phone went off.

Inya's eyes flew open as she let out a wail of pain as Tommy was forced to remove his hand from her back and dig the phone out of his pocket, "This is Tommy," he said, hoping that the person on the other side could hear him over the wailing baby in the background, "Shhh, Inya, it's okay," he murmured, pinning the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he continued to rub her back.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Tommy," the woman on the other side of the line said, "I forgot that you're a father now and that I was probably calling during bedtime."

"Elsa," Tommy said as he continued his walk around the room, "It's fine, Inya has an earache and is teething, you could have called at two in the morning and I would have still been up with the baby.

At that moment Inya whimpered, burying her face in her father's shoulder as Elsa continued, "So I need a science teacher sub for the rest of the week, do you think you can help me out?"

"Sure," Tommy said, "Though I might be a little on the tired side, Inya does not sleep good when she doesn't feel good."

It was at that moment Inya finally gave in and fell asleep.

...

"Whaaa! DADA!" the cry jolted Tommy out of a deep sleep, he glanced at the alarm clock next to his bed, two in the morning, maybe he had cursed himself. Next to him Kim sat up groggily.

"Inya?" she asked still more asleep than awake.

"Don't worry," Tommy insisted, getting up and pulling a shirt on, "I'll take care of her."

"But you have work..." Kim began, but Tommy cut her off.

"The girls are both of our responsibilities, you take care of them during the day, so at night it's my turn," Tommy insisted.

"You sure about that," Kim asked, she sounded surprised and Tommy was forced to remember that her ex that never deserved to be called her husband never helped with the kids in any way shape or form.

"Absolutely," Tommy insisted, leaning down to press a kiss on her forehead, "I'm not Luke, I'll always help you."

"That's not..." Kim called out, confused as Tommy left the room, what did he meant by Luke, Tommy wasn't use to staying up all night and he had to deal with a classroom full of teenagers all day tomorrow, while she could delegate her classes to the younger gymnastics teachers she had hired. Like Tommy she pretty much was only teaching the more advance classes at the gym. Was Tommy really comparing himself to Luke? Why in the world would he do that, especially now, when they were finally free from him.

...

Tommy was tired the next morning, "I'm going to call Elsa and tell her I can't make it." he announced, clinging to Inya who whimpered in his arms, she had started running a fever during the night, and that had just made the baby all the more crabby.

"No you are not," Kim insisted, snatching the baby from her husband's arms, "I've already called Zordon and Alpha and they are getting the gym ready for the day and all of the morning lessons are covered, I can take care of Inya."

Tommy hesitated, "Maybe you should take her into the doctor," he suggested, "She's so miserable at the moment."

Kim shook her head, "Inya's just a baby, baby get earaches and fevers all the time, besides the doctor would just tell us to wait and see if it will clear up by itself in the next few days."

"But she's in pain!" Tommy insisted.

"Which is a part of life," Kim insisted, "That's why we have infant medicine in the medicine cupboard, for this very reason."

"But..." Tommy insisted, but Kim interrupted him.

"Tommy, I know that you are trying to help, but I've been their mother a lot longer than you've been their father, I know what I am talking about."

Kim knew the moment that she said that that she had said the wrong thing, especially since the look of pain on Tommy's face was unmistakable, "Tommy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I just, I know you are trying to help, but, I know what my children need," she stepped towards him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "And that includes you being their father."