Fixer POV
I slept soundly last night, for the first time. I had good, positive dreams of the baby, Tank, and me. It was a nice dream, one I would never have ever thought possible, but now? I feel I have a chance for happiness and a real family to love.
It was good to get some answers, and although I have more questions floating around in my head, I have enough to find a kind of peace.
"Sit up," Tank said, and I rubbed my eyes. As I sat up, I had been to the bathroom and returned, not wanting the day to start yet, and must have dozed back off to sleep, as I hadn't noticed that Tank didn't return to the bed when he got up for the bathroom.
Tank placed a tray of food in front of me, carefully climbed in beside me, and took the tray back. Only one overfilled plate was on the tray, and two
