Second chapter! Yay!

This is a shorter one, but it's still rather important story-wise.

As always, read and review, and be sure to spare a thought for Remembrance Day.


After spending some time in the maternity ward to get the hang of caring for his baby, and waiting on the items that the woman (who he now knew was named Heather) wanted him to have, Joe was now arriving home at the apartment complex he lived in. He unbuckled Katrina from her car seat and held her tight as he picked up a box out of the trunk and walked inside, shielding her from the cold November wind.

"Bienvenue chez toi." (Welcome home.)

He couldn't help but sigh as he entered the apartment. It was small and ramshackle; just barely enough room for both him and that odd roommate of his who he could never remember the name of. It was so dismal, he couldn't stand living here.

"Ce n'est pas beaucoup, mais c'est...quelque chose." (It's not much, but it's something.)

Why was he being bashful? She's a baby, she doesn't care!

Ça compte pour moi, bon sang! (It matters to me, dammit!) He couldn't raise a child here. Over his dead body!

The trouble was, how was he going to get outta there?

Simple; he would have to move.

He had plenty of time to find a new place to live; the WVBA had granted him two months of paternity leave. And that roommate would be happy to have the space to give to his girlfriend.

He sat down, with Katrina in his lap, and opened his laptop to house-hunt. Katrina made a little "yaya" noise at the screen. She was quite chatty for such a young baby.

After a bit of clicking around, he found a lovely two-story house close to an elementary school, with a spacious front yard, basic furnishing, and an internet connection already set up. And at such a great price! That was the perfect home for a family of two.

Seeing as it was pretty late at night, he figured it was best to head to bed. He opened the box and set up the bedside bassinet on his bed. He laid Katrina down for the night, and tucked himself in next to her. He watched over his little daughter as she fell asleep, which helped him drift off into his own little dreamland. Soon, they would be somewhere where skies were blue and the grass was much greener.