"Jack?" Katherine called from the small bedroom next to theirs.

Her husband looked up from his drawing, and responded, "Yes, Ace?"

Katherine smiled, "Little Fe (sorry I had to!) needs her daddy."

"Oh, Fe..." Jack sighed, walking into the light blue room. "Fe? It's daddy."

"Daddy!" The small girl leaped out of her 'big girl' bed, "I says 'Mommy I wants daddy'."

Groaning, Katherine waved a hand, "I've been trying to but her to bed for two hours. She keeps insisting you're the only one who can tuck her in. Good luck."

Jack watched his wife leave the bedroom, and glanced over at his daughter. She had rosy cheeks, and Katherine's auburn curls. But her eyes were exact copies of his. They had the same gleam, and it reached her little mouth. She smirked like him.

"Hey, Fe, wanna draw Mommy a picture? She's been so nice ta ya."

Squealing, Fe bounced up and down, "Yes, yes!"

Jack's smile grew larger. "Alright, but we has ta be quiet. Mommy is tryin' ta sleep."

Silencing her giggles, Fe somberly looked at her father, "Yes, daddy."

Beckoning her over, Jack slipped into the living room. Katherine had gone to bed early, as she was exhausted from the long day with Fe.

"Here, Miss Fe-Fe. Take a pencil, and draw for Mommy."

Fe grabbed it eagerly and waved it wildly, "Fe-Fe is gonna draw for Mommy!" She sing-songed.

"Yes, ya are." Jack grinned at her, "Now, Fe-Fe, whatcha gonna draw?"

"Me! Santa Fe Kelly." The girl set to work.

It had been four years since little Santa Fe had been born. Jack was scared at first, scared he wouldn't be a good father. But Katherine had insisted he would make a wonderful dad.

Jack's heart melted a little when he saw her drawing. It was a simple stick figure. But it was her simple stick figure. It had her blue eyes, and brown hair. Fe had made tough Captain Jack a real softy. But he didn't care. All he wanted was to see her smile, and to make sure she was never hurt. If she ever was... Jack wouldn't know what to do.

"Nice drawing, Fe-Fe." Jack commented, "I thinks it needs a frame."

But then Jack saw his daughter, fast asleep over her illustration.

Any time he ever doubted having a kid was a good idea, this made them all fly out of the window, and crash onto the pavement below. Jack lifted up his sleepy Fe, and placed her gently on her bed, cuddling the covers surrounding her figure.

"I got nothin' if I ain't got Santa Fe... Kelly that is."

That's all for now! Thanks again!