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"What to do, what to do." Was all he kept mumbling to himself. He was screwecd, screwed beyond belief. He didn't know this, know any of this. He didn't know how to be a father, a husband, a normal person. All he knew was what he had been doing since the age of 12, performing for screaming adolescent girls who adored him. That's what he was. He couldn't even bring himself to see his son. He spent all day locked in the guestroom, hiding out. He knew Alyssa didn't say anything to Tyler for if she did the boy would have all ready hunted him down.

Nick sighed to himself. He looked around the room, neatly decorated with her touch. The whole house was. He guessed it was all she really had to do, since it seemed like she just stayed home and spent his money, his money that meant absolutely nothing now. The room was a cream color, accented by splashes of simple blue decorations around the space. It was neatly decorated, but simple. He looked out the window, at the ocean, a place he used to love to go. Maybe, just maybe he would go out later, after Tyler and Alyssa were sound asleep. Maybe then he could make since of his life, what to do and where to go next.

Alyssa sat in the living room, infront of the television watching Rugrats with Tyler. He loved the Rugrats, but what four year old wouldn't. He laughed at all the little antics the 'babies', as Angelica called them, got into. Moments like that made her smile, and she held her son close for those special occasions. She knew it was wrong of her to keep the fact that his daddy, the one person he looked up to and worshipped, was in the house, but she knew she couldn't. He would be heartbroken when he saw him. She didn't even know how Nick would react either. She figured he would put up a show just for a few minutes then expect her to take Tyler away. She couldn't bare to put Tyler in that prediciment.

Tyler's laughter brought her back from her thoughts and made her focuse on the television just in time to see poor Angelica get splattered with a cream pie over her head. She couldn't help but smile, the girl had it coming to her. She was so mean to the babies, she always got what she deserved. When Tommy came onto the screen again, Tyler clapped his hands, excited to see his favorite baby.

When the show finally ended, she took Tyler to his room to take a nap. He settled down and talked to her about the show, like he did everyday, going over the most important aspects and telling her his favorite moments during the program. Today it was when Dill and Lil picked lint out of their belly buttons and stuck it in Angelica's mouth. This made her laugh, he was so energetic, and was all ready starting to look and act like Nick had when he was younger. There were a few baby pictures of Nick around the house, and the two, Tyler and Nick, looked nearly identical. Sometimes that revelation was shocking, but other times it brought comfort. Noting that Tyler had finally fell asleep, she made a mental note to check on Nick. She went downstairs and prepared a sandwich, which settled her nervous stomach. Having him home sent her nerves and emotions in a jumble of anxiety, never knowing whether to feel excited or apprehensive by the fact that he was there, under the same roof.

She finished her sandwich and made him one, Turkey, Ham, Mustard, Cheese, Lettuce, Tomato, and Mayonaise, just the way he used to like it. She put it on the tray along with a glass of Coke and slowly inched her way to the room he was staying in. She knocked on the door, and when she didn't receive a reply, she twisted the doorknob, only to discover it was locked. She sighed inwardly and left the tray on the floor as she went in search for the keys to unlock the room. Finding them, she made her way back, knowing for a fact that he probably wouldn't be too appreciative by the fact that she was disturbing him, but she didn't care. He needed to eat, needed to be cared for, and that was exactly what she was going to do. She unlocked the door and pushed open to reveal her husband's sleeping form sprawled out across the bed. She picked up the tray and walked silently in. She had to go to the other side of the room in order to see his face. She smiled, she hadn't seen him asleep in the longest time, and that brought back beautiful, yet painful memories of a time long ago.

Early in their marriage, when they actually slept in the same bed, she would always wake up before he did. She remembered she would always lay on her side, with her head propped up and just watch him. His sleeping form always mesmerized her. He was so peaceful when he slept, she could never resit reaching out and stroaking his cheeks, and he would always awake at that swift notion, startled, yet loving it. He would always smile, even though he hated being woken up before noon.

She smiled at the memory. That's all it was, a memory. If she reached out and stroaked his face, he would probably yell at her. So instead, she just layed the tray on the floor and sat down on her knees, facing him and rocked his shoulder, trying to stir him awake. It took some time, but he finally pulled out of the peaceful slumber. His eyes focused on her and they stared at her for a few seconds before they were adverted to a different location in the room. She sighed inwardly, the man was impossible. She pulled herself together, not letting him see her disappointment. "I brought you some food." She whispered. He looked over to where the food was sitting and sat up. She reached over and handed him the plate and the drink. She took his silence for a thank you, even though it wasn't and left the room.