[ Over the years, Huck had become a light sleeper. Before he'd had any kids, Huck had been known to sleep through anything. Literally. Since Tanner and Rosie though - especially Rosie - he woke up at the smallest of noises. Having already heard someone get up to head to the bathroom, Huck was up. He heard someone pad into the kitchen, and was content to just lay in bed for a bit before he heard a sniffle.
Huck frowned. That wasn't a sound he was expecting. Suddenly he worried that it might be one of his kids. He pushed himself out of bed, making his way for the kitchen. Upon reaching the doorway, he was a little relieved at first to see that it wasn't Tanner (not that Tanner was the sniffling type) or Rosie (who built up to wailing quite fast). Of course, that didn't solve the problem up the upset little girl in the kitchen. Who was she and where did she come from? ]
Hey there, little darlin'. [ He approached her carefully, his voice soft and warm. His kids were one thing: he knew how to deal with them. Other people's kids were a whole different story... ] What's the matter?