The amount of respect Nick had for Quinn just kept skyrocketing, every time he got a little glimpse of what she'd been doing by herself for more than a year now. Today, it was getting Beth ready to go out for the carnival -- a production in and of itself, and something that he wasn't quite prepared for even after several weekends taking care of his daughter -- daughter!! -- on his own.
He'd promised to take Beth for part of the day on his own, so Quinn could explore a bit without a toddler in tow, and Nick was absolutely a man of his word -- even if the amount of gear they had was already a bit daunting. Stroller? Check. Diaper bag? Check. Snacks and juice? Check. Stuffed animals and toys in case Beth needed a distraction? Check. Sunscreen and a sun hat and a sling in case she wanted to be carried? Check. And Beth herself, of course -- looking up at him with very trusting blue eyes, which was still a sucker punch in the solar plexus every single time.
"We got this, right?" Nick asked her very seriously. "No sweat. If you get it into your head that we need to ride the carousel more than four times in a row, though? We're gonna have to talk." He'd gotten into the habit of talking to her like she was just a very small adult, and even if she didn't understand most of what he was saying, she still babbled back. It was devastatingly cute, and once she could say more than a handful of words he was going to be a complete goner. As if he wasn't already.
With complex conversations currently off the table though, and the more kid-friendly rides stretching out in front of them -- carnival. Quality time. Yeah. He could do this.













