EPOV

I woke up with a strange feeling in my stomach. Almost as if something good was going to happen today. I shrugged it off; there was no way anything good could happen in the shit-hole life I had going on.

I looked to my right and I saw my—sigh—wife asleep, snoring lightly. I was still extremely angry with her for the things she did and wanted to do to our daughter. Thank goodness, she was still asleep. If she wasn’t, I don’t know if I would’ve been able to stop myself from picking a fight with her again.

I just ignored her sleeping form, made my side of the bed, and went to take a shower. This shower was quite long, and, thankfully, very stress relieving.

I got dressed leisurely, seeing as I had a long time until I needed to be at the hospital, and Anna wasn’t due to school for another hour and a half.

When I was done getting dressed, I went to my daughter’s room and shook her softly.

"Anna? Anna, honey? You need to wake up, sweetie. You want to go see Jasie at school don't you?" I hated using her male friend to wake her up, but she needed something that would make her look forward to waking up and leaving the peaceful oblivion of sleep.

"Jasie?" she asked groggily.

"Yes, love, you can see him if you wake up and get dressed!" She jumped out of bed and ran to her bathroom. I chuckled and followed her. I soon had her bathed, dressed, and ready to go. "What would you like for breakfast today, Sweetheart?"

"Ummm . . ." she pretended to think about it, tapping her index finger on her chin. I already knew what her answer was, though. "PANKCAKES!" Yep, that's what she wants every morning I didn't take her out for breakfast.

"Sure." I was surprisingly a good cook. I made her favorites–pancakes with maple syrup, whipped cream, and strawberries on top.

"YUMMY!" she exclaimed, sloppily chewing down all her food.

"I'm glad you like it. Are you ready to go?" I asked when she was done eating.

 “Yep,” she said, popping the ‘p.’ I nodded and picked her up. I ran her to the door while holding her in a Superman pose. She squealed the entire time. “Daddddyyyyyy!” she yelled when I put her in her car seat.