A/N: This is a hypothetical future-fic. Just some family fluff.


Auggie opened the door to be hit in the face with an inviting whiff of chocolate. He closed the door behind him and swept his cane around him in an arc.

Gone were the days when he could just drop his cane at the door and navigate the house unaided. As soon as Robbie had started walking, he had discovered that it was more prudent to keep his cane at the ready until someone gave him the all clear.

These days, Robbie and even Elissa were old enough to let him know if the floor was clear or if any furniture was out of place. Today, the all-clear was not forthcoming.

“Daddy stop!” Elissa’s voice rang out from the direction of the kitchen.

Auggie obediently halted in his tracks. His cane hadn’t found any obstructions, but small toys (those darn Legos and Hot Wheels) sometimes passed under his radar and could still give him a twisted ankle if stepped on.

“Smells like chocolate in here.”

“We made brownies.” Robbie answered. “That’s why, um…” The nine-year-old trailed off.

“Micah got chocolate on the floor.” Elissa supplied. “Don’t walk on it. It’s sticky.”

“We’re cleaning it up!” Robbie interjected hurriedly. “We just haven’t found all the spots yet.”

Auggie’s eyebrows shot up. Brownie batter on the floor. That was a new one. “And where’s your mom?”

Elissa giggled. “Giving Micah a bath.”

“Uh huh. We’ll, bring me some towels and I’ll help with the clean-up.”

Auggie listened to the patter of feet as the kids rushed to take his messenger bag and cane from his hands and replace them with damp towels.

“Alright, where do we start?” Auggie prompted.

“There’s a spot right here.” Elissa answered, pulling her father’s hand toward the floor.

“OK, Lissie, Remember how I showed you to go across and up and then across again?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Elissa said obediently.

“Show me.”

Auggie placed his hand lightly on Elissa’s wrist and followed her movements as she wiped the floor in a steady serpentine pattern.

“Perfect. I’ll take the left side, you take the right. Robbie, how’s the kitchen?”

“I’m workin’ on it.”


Together, Auggie and his daughter cleaned the floor from the entryway to the kitchen.

This was how Annie found them when she came down the hallway carrying a clean toddler wrapped in a towel.

She stood quietly watching her husband coaching the kids in their clean-up. Even though the brownie incident had been a bit stressful, she couldn’t help but smile.

When they had first discovered they were pregnant with Robbie, Auggie had confessed the worry that too much of the parenting burden would fall on her due to his blindness.

Almost ten years and two more babies had proved his worry unnecessary.  He really was a great father.