James nodded "yes dear" he said as he went off to see John. His eldest who was now 4. He felt a pang of guilt now. All 3 of the family were up. Maggie would have his guts for garters come the morning. There was a saying. Fisherman were tough, but the wives were tougher. You never fucked with a fishermans wife but right now, john knew he was on thin ice. He decided he would need to try and make this up to her.

He climbed the stairs into the second bedroom where he saw John sat up in his bed rubbing his eyes and looking sleepy. He walked over to his bed and sat on the edge of the bed "you ok buddy? Why don't you go back to sleep?" John mumbled and spoke "daddy, Hannah crying woke me up. James looked the ground "sorry I disturbed her. Let's get you back to sleep" he said as he picked up johns blanket from the floor that had been kicked off. He flipped the blanket and tucked John in before ruffling his hair. He smiled as he looked at the redheaded kid sat in the bed. He looked alot like his mother and not alot like his failure of a father. James then provided to start a bed time story to get him back to sleep.