Noah awake to a hard jolt in his arm. Morgan stood over him, hitting his arm. Noah, who was still groggy pushed her away. "Go to sleep," he muttered.
"No! I'm hungry. I want breakfast!"
He turned on the other side of the bed. "Make yourself some toast."
Morgan threw her head back and sighed. Really LOUDLY.
Noah sat up in bed. "What do you want?!"
"Food!" Seeing his uninterested expression, she added, "Besides, since I can't go to school for another two months, I need food."
"You sound like Owen," Noah complained. "Don't you dare grew up like him, putting food before your education. You're gonna be a good girl and you're gonna go to college. And then you can eat." He paused for a moment before adding, "But that doesn't mean I want you to be anorexic, either."
"Daddy?"
He sighed. "Yeah?"
"What's 'anorexic'?"
Noah groaned. "I'll make you breakfast. Just go wait in the kitchen. I've got to get dressed."
He filled her plate with a vine of grapes, three strawberry waffles, and a few pieces of bacon. And poured her a glass of orange juice to compliment it.
She grinned her thanks. He barely had time to sit down before she'd gobbled it all down. "Thanks, Daddy!" She cried, kissing his cheek and running from the room to brush her teeth.
She left him with a small smirk in his face. "Yep. Just like Izzy."
After he finished his own food, he took both of their plates, and washed them.
Noah found Morgan in the living, drawing a picture. She looked up at him as he came in.
"Whatcha doing, there, Morgan?"
She sighed. "Don't worry, dad," she said in a deep voice, mocking Duncan, "I wasn't doing anything illegal."
He pretended to think about it. "Yeah, I'm not buying it."
She laughed his tease off. "Oh, you wish I was!" She managed to cry between hysterics.
He found himself chuckling at the scene she made. "Hm. So much like Izzy," he thought with a genuine smile.
"Daddy?"
"Hm?" He'd been broken from his thoughts.
"You're smiling," she pointed out with a grin of her own.
It went away quickly. "Am I?" He asked sarcastically.
Morgan sighed in frustration over his stubbornness. "Nevermind," she waved him off.
Satisfied that she was having fun, Noah went over to the phone and dialed Owen up.
Owen picked up on the second ring. "Yeah?" The blonde man asked into the receiver. "This is Owen speaking."
"Hi, Owen, it's Noah. Is there any possible way you could babysit Morgan today?"
There was a moment of silence , followed by, "Yeah, I'll be right over."
Noah spared a glance over at his dsughter, who was now humming to herself somewhat off-key. He couldn't help but think of Izzy the millionth time today. He just couldn't stop thinking how much he saw her in his daughter.
"Yeah," he quietly whispered to himself. "You're just like like your mother."
And that same genuine smile was on his face again, but thus time, Morgan didn't get to catch it.