4 August, 2029 (4 жніўня 2029) Carson slept quietly. Larina was on a business trip and he was alone with their daughter, Isabella. He slept quietly. The curtains were closed and the wind came through the windows. All was well until, "Daddy?" Carson opened his eyes lightly. He blinked to see his five-year-old daughter, Isabella, standing at his bed with her blanket. Her hair was straight, her shirt was pink with polka dots. Teddy bear was in her hands as well. "Sweetie, go back to bed," he said to her. "I can't, Daddy," she said. She climbed on him and she sat on his lap. Her wavy, brown hair flowed freely off her neck. Fear was clear in her hazel eyes. Her tan skin didn't look much like his dark skin, but it reflected Larina's. Carson looked at her. "Are you okay?" he asked. Isabella was sleeping soundly. He delicately picked her up and put her back in her bed. He lightly tucked the covers over her. The twenty-five-year-old father made sure that she was okay multiple times before he went back to his bed. Isabella was his most prized person and he would not give her up. He smiled at the thought of bringing Isabella to her first day of Kindergarten tomorrow. "Ohh, child. Things are gonna get easier," he sang to her. His wife was five years older than he was, but he couldn't imagine a more beautiful family with anyone else. Carsonskov (Odelin) drifted back to sleep. He knew that he was on leave from baseball until Larina came back, as he couldn't afford a sitter. His team, the Astratov Heaters, would play the Minsk Nationals in Minsk. He would start. He just needed to wait for Larina for a few days. The OLB gave him time to spend with his daughter.