"Daddy?" The big pair of amber eyes turned toward the office desk in the room.

The black-leathered pimp-like chair from behind the office desk spun slowly around revealing a pair of identical tiger-eyes; yet they are sharper and more merciless.

"What is it that you want, Sara?" Nick asked through his reading glasses.

"Would you please come over here?" Asked the young girl that was sitting Buddha style by the tall-glassed window.

In a split of second, Nick was beside the baby girl whom he called Sara. She smiled at him showing her gleaming white and then pointed out toward the glistening street.

"Sara do not like the rain," remarked the child, "it is very depressing. Do you like rain, Daddy?"

The blonde hair Nick squinted his eyes concentrating on the raindrops recalling his past memories. He remembered back on the several rainy days that he had experienced; the one rainy day when he first met Rin and took her to the Brightman mansion, the one rainy day when he took Rin for Christmas shopping, the one rainy day when Rin and he were trapped on an isolated island and that same night he lost control of himself, the one rainy day when Rin found out about his family's secret, the one rainy day when she got ran over by a truck and went into a deep coma that she never woke up from.

"I do not like the rain either," replied Nick at last.

"Sara doesn’t like living in a place where it rain all the time," the child pouted.

The familiar pout that won him over by the girl that he fell for two years ago. Nick looked down at his only daughter not knowing how he would tell her to stop doing so. It was a natural habit of Sara to pout like Rin, and Nick knew that he couldn't stop it because it was an unconscious doing, but he could not help but to wish that Sara wasn't so much like her birth mother. Aside from her amber colored eyes that ever so changed color from brown to honey and her silky straight blonde hair, Sara was nothing like him. Her small, full lips, her tiny button nose, and her moody and energetic personality reflected her mother in every aspects.

"I am far too busy to reconsider about relocating a home at this moment," Nick told his daughter.

"Well," Sara smiled cheerfully, "when you are not busy, would you reconsider about moving to another place?"

"Perhaps."

"Promise?" Sara amber eyes quickly darken into the color of dark chocolate.

Nick kneeled down to face Sara as he made a pinkie-promise with her, "Promise."

Letting his kid went back to her gazing show, Nick walked back toward his working desk. The gentleman took a quick look at a picture that was located on his desk. An image of the 2-year-old Sara wrapping her arms around him and a woman with deep violet eyes and long mahogany hair smiling centered in the rectangular shape frame. There were stacks of papers that need to be read over and approved, and it was already nine at night.

"Perhaps it's time to move back," Nick murmured to himself as he stared out into the rain once more.

adapted from ff.net; destiny57, 'Scandilicious' (Edited Version)

Thinking Cap

If women are supposed to be less rational and more emotional at the beginning of our menstrual cycle when the female hormone is at its lowest level, then why isn't it logical to say that, in those few days, women behave the most like the way men behave all month long?

Khairunnisa Elias

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