Patrick finally finished his 48 hour shift back at the house. He pulled into the driveway of the house he shared with his beautiful wife and their two young children. He parked his infamous dad truck into the driveway then killed the engine. Patrick opened the door then got out, he walked over to the other side and opened his passenger door then grabbed his duffle bag from the floor. He walked up the front steps then dropped the bag when he saw his baby girl, Ireland opening the door. “There’s my baby girl!” he grinned and opened his arms. It’s 48 hours too long since he’s been away from his family. He was looking forward to spending at least 24 hours with them. Patrick scooped up his daughter and kissed her head. “Where’s mommy?” he asked, walking into the house, carrying his five year old daughter. “Babe?”

Patrick: BAAAAAAAAAAABEE, when do you come home again?

“That depends, what did they give you when you were in labor?” Patrick smiled as he looked at her, holding her hand. “You look tired.” He stated the quite obvious.