Not of the fire or the pain of losing her and his unborn child. Instead, pleasant memories invaded his sleep. Small snippets of daily life that brought a smile to his face and left him relaxed and refreshed upon waking. He showered and dressed, humming under his breath and then went about some of the chores he’d set for himself, the first of which was putting his bike back together. Luckily the task was easily accomplished. He chuckled thinking how much faster it went without having to explain each step to Christopher. It wasn’t that he minded the boy hanging around him; it just slowed things down a bit. Wiping the grease from his hands with a rag, he studied the pack house. It had been solidly built and the basic structure was still sound, but wouldn’t remain that way much longer unless repairs were made. Today, he’d decided to caulk the windows to keep water from seeping in. If it wasn’t dealt with soon, there’d be plaster damage. With any luck, he could have the bottom floor windows done before it was time for his sparring session with Sam.
