I've decided to swing || (SEMI) HIATUS

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Her eyes looked at the stack of papers in front of her, all various newspapers that covered politics and she couldn’t help but notice how into this election she had gotten. “Do you think if I spent some time with Dad his approval ratings might go up? Most people like a good family man, don’t they?” Ellie leant forward and sighed, how had she gotten to thinking so much about politics? She wasn’t supposed to be thinking like this, she was only a teenager.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Eli nodded at her, a lump in his throat as he spoke. He sat down on the edge of the tub with Cerys in his lap, turning on the warm water. “Did you take good care of your Momma for me while you were away, little bird?” He quietly asked his daughter, watching the water rise in the tub. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for your birth.” He didn’t need to apologize for that, but he still felt like he had to because she was his daughter, his first child.

“Alright, thanks, Mere.” He let Atticus lay against his chest, holding the little boy close and closing his eyes. He had missed this, the being close to his family, ever since work started getting crazy. A smile grew on his face before he fell asleep, just glad he would have his family, even if he didn’t have working legs. 

When he hung up with James, he knew there was still one other person he needed to call, and that was Merri’s mother, practically his mother-in-law even if he wasn’t married to Merri. He sighed and tapped the contact in his phone, waiting silently as he let out a sigh. “Hello? Mrs Brody? It’s Eli.”

“So you had developed a sort of professional relationship with them?” She didn’t want to sound insensitive, but work was work and sometimes going through the motions sounded insensitive. Victims and people who knew the victims often cried, but she knew it was because most of them usually weren’t equipped to deal with the stress of death on a regular basis like she was. 

“I find it hard to skip breakfast usually, I like food too much.” Ellie let out a soft laugh and nodded in agreement not to tell Ducky about skipping breakfast. Hazel eyes flicked across the room back to him. “I’m sure we can arrange for that.” She walked back over to him and sat down in his lap again. “Better?”