Nathan's POV:

"Carlie, can you pass me the rag," I ask as I move a stack of washed dishes onto the counter.

She hands me the rag as the washes the last of tonight's dishes. I begin drying the plates one by one. When she's done washing, she picks up a rag and starts helping me.

"Do you really have to go tomorrow?" She wines.

"You know I do, beautiful," I answer.

Carlie gave me a sad little pout before putting down the dishes and crashing into my arms. I set down the plate and the rag to wrap my arms around her. She snuggles into my chest.

"I only...