AN: This one takes place a few years down the track.
"Dad, Dad," the small voice was accompanied by the press of a small hand.
"What?" Casey mumbled, half asleep, half awake. He was too tired to know, he never slept well when Heath wasn't here.
"I can't sleep."
"Why?" He was awake enough now to realise that it was Cleo talking to him. Of course, Harley wasn't here either.
"I had a bad dream. Can I sleep in here?" No more needed to be said. He lifted the covers and she scrambled over him, attempting to settle herself in the middle of the bed. Apparently he wasn't the only one having a restless night. He wrapped an arm around his daughter and pulled her close. She snuggled against him, more comforting than any teddy bear had ever been.
"Just this once," Casey murmured into her hair, but as they drifted off to sleep both of them knew he was all talk.