It's just a pointless, plotless little family cuteness because these sort of stuff was all that I can come up with since I'm really stuck on my other story. I hope you enjoy reading this.

"Mooom! Daaad!" Eight years old Sara run up to her parents bed where they were still sleeping.

Annie groaned and pulled the cover over her head as she felt her daughter's little hands pulling at it. It was Auggie's fault and she was determined to let him handle their over-excited daughter for the morning.

"Wake up. Wake up. Wake up." The girl chanted, poking at both her mother and father. "Wake up."

"Sara," Auggie groaned, reaching out a hand to find his daughter. She took his hand quickly and pulled at it.

"Wake up, dad! The sun's up!"

"I'm sure it's not even 7 yet," he reasoned as he pulled her to lie down beside him on their large bed. "No need to hurry, sweet pea." He kissed her hair and draped an arm over her tiny body.

"It's six-forty-four." Sara persisted.

"And that's sixteen minutes to seven. Remember what I promised?"

He felt her nodded furiously against his chest. "Going out to the park in the morning."

"Uh-huh. At what time?"

"Hmm." The girl frowned, thinking hard. "Don't remember."

"Nine-thirty. That's in two hours and sixteen minutes." Auggie replied.

"That's awfully long."

"Yep. So, let's go back to sleep."

Sara was going to protest but the warmth of her father's embrace felt real nice. And also she liked how his hand rubbed the side of her head. Minutes later, she fell asleep again.

…

One hour later, Annie resurfaced from her sleep, confused that Auggie's arms weren't around her body. She turned to him to find Sara curled up against his tee-clad chest. A soft smile formed at her lips. There was her two most beloved and important persons in the planet, both sleeping off, looking so at peace and adorable.

She scooted back to admire the scene, pulling back some strand of hair from Sara's forehead. Their daughter was really her daddy's girl.

As silently as she could manage, she got out of beed and into the bathroom to take a quick shower and prepare everything they need for the trip to the park. She was drying her hair when Auggie joined her in their large bathroom.

"Hi," he greeted, going straight to the toilet to relief himself.

"Take a shower and I'll start the coffee," she said after storing her stuff in their rightful places. Auggie just nodded his head. It's a kind of irony, as a blind man he didn't take physical gestures for a response but he still gave them away an awful lot. But it has been decreasing as Sara grew older because he needed her to learn to give verbal answers along with her gestures.

He joined Annie in their kitchen fifteen minutes later. He found her puttering in front of the fridge. She kissed him briefly as she closed the fridge door. "Your coffee is on the table."

"Thanks." He found his customary chair and his mug of coffee exactly where it supposed to be.

A few minutes later, Annie sat down next to him with her own coffee and the morning paper. After years of reading the papers to him, she knew what he liked and didn't like as if they were her own preferences. There was no need to read headlines and ask if he'd want to know more. She just read what she knew interest him. They shared light discussion on what they thought. It was mostly light morning talks.

"I think it's time to get her up," Auggie said after they got to the last page.

"I'll get breakfast ready in fifteen." Annie stored the paper in the corner table where their last 10 days or so newspapers were kept.

Auggie ascended the stairs to the master bedroom. "Sara, honey." He called quietly as he walked over to the bed. His hand reached for his daughter on his side of the bed, but he came up empty. Sweeping his hand on his side of the bed, he found her curling up on his pillow. He patted her feet gently, "Sara,"

The girl mumbled something and twisted her small body under the blanket. She scooted closer to hug her father's bended foot on the bedside.

"Hey," his hand found her face and brushed aside her hair. "It's time to wake up."

"To go to the park?" She asked, sounding more alert.

"Yes. Now, give daddy a kiss and then we'll get you ready." He heard his girl obey him, standing up on the bed to kiss his cheek. "Bad smell." He scrunched up his nose, causing Sara to giggle.

He saw her to her room to clean up and made her bed while she was in the bathroom.

"Dad," Sara called as she opened the bathroom door. Auggie stopped from inspecting her book collection and turned to her. "Can we have ice cream at Mr Rodgers later?"

He held out his hand which she took immediately. "If your mother agrees, sure."

"Mom said we can go and that she will buy the big ones for movie night."

"Okay, then. We'll have ice cream at Mr Rodgers." Auggie opened her wardrobe and pulled out the first pair of hanged clothes he touched.

"Can I wear a dark blue top?" Sara asked.

Auggie frowned at her request but agreed. "What is the colour of this top?"

"Tosca."

He nodded as he hanged them back. "I'm going to need your help, is there any dark blue top there?" He swoop her up in his arms and faced them towards her closet.

She didn't immediately reply his question, studying her clothes presented in many colours. "No." She shook her head.

Auggie opened the other door revealing some neatly stacked folded clothes. "How about here?" His hand run over the soft fabrics, telling Sara to look in those stack first.

Soon, Sara found a long sleeved knitted top with some white flower details embroidered around its neckline with its matching skirt. Auggie brushed her hair carefully and she asked for a ribbon hair clip. He put on her socks and let her choose the shoes but he made sure it was comfortable for the trip and weather before allowing her to put them on. It wasn't winter just yet, but the temperature had been dropping lately.

"All done?" Auggie asked as he heard her stood up. She mumbled affirmatively. "Get the bag your mother prepared for you last night and your coat."

She obliged. "Where's mom?"

"Downstairs, in the kitchen, making breakfast."

...

Annie was about to check on her babies when they descended the stairs. Auggie held Sara's hand in one hand and her bag on the other. She smiled at the father-daughter pair, a course of warm feelings filled her heart. "You two are such a matching pair. Should I stay behind at home today?"

Her husband frowned, oblivious to the source of her remark. "Good morning, sweetheart." Annie said to Sara once she was close enough for a peck in the cheek.

"Morning, mom." The girl said. "Are we ready to go now?"

"Not so fast, young lady. Breakfast, first."

Sara let go of her father's hand and walked to the kitchen.

"What was that about?" Auggie asked.

"What?" Annie asked back, glancing up at his face. "Oh. Your clothes. You checked the tag of your clothes, did you?"

Auggie shrugged. It's been a long time and he wasn't sure he knew which colour was nice with which. Hell, he wasn't sure he knew colours anymore. That was why he saved tag-checking on work days and besides he had his amazing wife to tell him if he was a walking colour disaster. On weekends, he just put on anything that felt good on his skin.

"It's a dark blue, isn't it?" Auggie asked. He knew it was a simple long sleeved cotton tee which now he remembered was the tee Annie and Sara had bought for him earlier this year.

"Yeah. And the one she wore? We bought it in the same store." She told him, reading where his thoughts had gone to.