He groaned as the weight beside him in bed began to move. Perhaps if he slowed his breathing down well enough she wouldn't realise that he was actually very much awake. The smaller hand grabbed his bare shoulder and shook him gently as an attempt to rouse him from his sleep. "Daddy..." The voice whispered into his ear. He felt the small child climb over his back as if he were a mountain that she was attempting to scale, but instead of spikes and pulleys, she used her fingers and toes. He felt her weight drop in front of his chest before a chubby little finger poked his cheek. He pretended to snore loudly which caused the intruder to giggle. "Daddy, I wants some surreal please. Please daddy!" She shook his face, small hands clasping on to his cheeks and moulding them as if they were clay. "Dadddddy!" She squealed. The blonde man lifted an arm and dropped it heavily across her body, which gently knocked her back on the pillow beside his face. She giggled once again and lay there for a moment. He waited to see if maybe she had fallen asleep before one of his eyelids was almost violently opened. Sam Evans groaned and rubbed his eye as his daughter stared at him silently, giving him the stare that he had become accustomed to.

"Jeese Mira..." He sighed as his bright green eyes met dark brown ones. Her face slowly broke out into a smile, which showcased off the dimples in her cheeks. Her large brown eyes surveyed him for a moment before she turned her head to stare at the ceiling fan above them as it made its slow turn. "What kind of cereal do you want?" She didn't respond to him for a moment, so he reached out and tickled her sides. The four year old wiggled and squealed in delight. Her thick curly hair slightly popping out of the stocking cap Sam had fashioned for her to protect her hair at night. He leaned up on his side and smiled at his daughter as she rubbed her eyes. Her dark chestnut skin stretched over her cheeks as her mouth widened while she let out a loud yawn.

"Can I have fwoot loops?" She finally asked. The blonde man nodded and sat up in bed. He didn't even bother looking at the time since he already knew she had woke him up around six am in the morning. He shuffled out of bed, stood up, and slightly squatted before the little girl climbed up on his back to give her a piggy back ride to the small kitchen that they had in their apartment. "Daddy...I don't think school is ready for me." She mumbled into the back of his neck. He smiled and shook his head.

"Don't you mean, you're not ready for school?" He put her down on the floor so that she could climb up into her chair. Scratching the back of his neck, he grabbed a bowl small enough for her and poured her cereal and milk.

She pouted and shook her head, "No..it's not ready for me." Her large brown eyes widened before her lips trembled. Sam caught the signs that she was about to cry and kneeled beside her chair. The little girl rubbed her eyes on the back of her arm and did her best to stay proud. "I think we should wait a bit longer."

Sam rubbed her back, "Miracle, you have to go to school and you're going to love it there." She looked at him from the corner of her eye, "I already told everybody that you were coming and they can't wait to meet you." He wasn't lying, as a single father, he bragged about how smart his daughter was and how excited he was that she had finally turned four. It pained him to not know her actual birthday, but after taking her to the doctor when she was a baby, he had figured out that she should be around four now. Even if he was off by a few months.

"But, all the other kids are going to have mommies..." She started and then trailed off before looking at her hands.

Sam frowned and then sighed, a hint of familiar anger began to pang him. He loved Miracle as if she were truly his own and he hated the woman, whoever she was, who had left her on his doorstep that night. He hated her for giving up someone as amazing as the child before him, leaving her with a whole that he couldn't replace no matter how hard he tried. She looked at him just then and pulled him into a hug with her tiny arms. He hugged her back just as tightly and then pat her back before letting go. "You know, I thought you'd be a bit more excited with the new outfit that aunty Quinn and I bought you for today, but if you really don't want to go to school..." He stood up and gave her a pretend look of resignation, "...I guess I can give it to another little girl." Miracle looked at him in shock.

"No no, I want it. I'll be good! You'll see! I'll be the best kindiegardener ever daddy!" She shoveled the cereal in her mouth as if Sam might threaten to give that to another little girl too. If there was one thing the blonde knew, it was Miracle's love for clothes, singing, building things, and drawing. He laughed.

"You're already the best 'kindiegardener' I know." He smiled, "And I know tons." It sounded odd, but he was a teacher and he knew practically every student at the school that he worked at. The school that would soon become his daughter's. After she finished her breakfast, he got her washed up, brushed, and dressed for her first day of school ever. He hated to admit it, but he was terrified and nervous to leave her in the jungle of smelly little children who probably flung boogers at each other as a game. He set her down in front of the television and let her watch her favourite cartoon about some little girl who was a veterinarian for stuffed animals while he got ready. Or something like that. Miracle had been chasing their dog Scooter around trying to hear his heartbeat and making sure that he was healthy for the past few weeks since watching the show. Fortunately the old dog loved her enough to let her do it too. Her hair was combed up, braided, and then tied into a tight bun. Sam had done years of research on how to do his daughter's hair, even going to hair salons so that they could teach him how to properly let it grow naturally. He adjusted his dress shirt and walked into the living room. His daughter sat on the couch fixated on her television show. Scooter sat beside her, his head rested in her lap.

"Alright Mira let's go." She paused for a second before she finally slipped off of the couch and let her father help her put her coat on. Her face was still pointed towards the Television, until Sam turned it off.

"Daddy." She whined.

Sam gave her a stern look, "Mira." He whined back until the little girl giggled. He put her Doc McStuffins backpack on over her arms and stepped back to make sure she was put together. "Alright let's go." Together hand in hand they walked out of the apartment and the few blocks to school. He led her in to the kindergarten section where all the parents said goodbye to their kids. She stared wide eyed at the commotion and then up at him as if to say, 'are you really going to leave me here?' He knelt down and gave her a hug. Tears poked at the back of his eyes as he pulled away. "I'll be okay daddy." She smiled confidently, puffed out her chest, and nodded as if reassuring him. He smiled and laughed through the tears that finally fell down his face. "You have to be brave too." She grinned. He sighed and kissed her forehead before she walked off to introduce herself to some other student's hanging around. Today was definitely going to be a hard day for one of the two Evans and apparently it wasn't going to be the youngest one.

Sam was in the midst of administering a test, when his name was called over the intercom with urgency. He was being requested to go the office immediately. He flew out of the classroom, spoke to the teacher next door, asking them to watch his students, and ran down the hall. When he got to the office, Miracle sat beside her kindergarten teacher, wheezing. The older woman held the little girls hand and rubbed her back. Sam knelt in front of his daughter who seemed unable to catch her breath. "What happened?!"

"The kids were playing outside and she was running around a lot...I don't know, she just couldn't catch her breath." The teacher relayed to a panicked Sam, "I think she's asthmatic." He picked his daughter up in his arms. Her body shook and tears rolled down her face.

"I'm taking her to the hospital, please sign us out for the day." He informed the secretary before leaving the office, grabbing his things, and calling a taxi. He'd get her coat and bag the next day. Thankfully the cab driver realised the urgency and flew down all the streets, he didn't even bother charging Sam for the ride.

Her breathing had gotten a bit better but she continued to wheeze, her chest puffed out as she tried to suck in air. Due to the urgency of the situation they didn't have to wait long before they were whisked into a room. Sam held his daughters hand tightly as she fought to breathe. He was so distracted that he hadn't noticed the nurse walk in behind them. "Hello there, I'm Mercedes and I'm here to take care of this little angel today." The woman's voice sounded beside him, but Sam refused to look anywhere but at his child. "Sir, I know that you're worried, but do you mind stepping aside for a moment?" Reluctantly he did as he was told. The woman squeezed past him and placed a breathing bag on Miracle's face. She squeezed the bag attached to it until the childs breathing began to even out. "Now there we are." The nurse cooed as she rubbed Miracle's cheek. Sam stared at his daughter for a moment before his eyes finally drifted over to the nurse.

"Thank you." He finally uttered as he himself felt as if he could finally breathe. The nurse, Mercedes, smiled at him and nodded. "Is she going to be okay?"

The nurse nodded, "Oh yea, this little one's a fighter I can already tell." She grinned and looked back at Miracle. "The doctor will be in here shortly to run some tests and prescribe a puffer for her." Sam brushed his dark blonde hair back and nodded. "It'll be okay." She said more quietly this time.

He offered her a weak smile before the doctor came in to look at Miracle. "Thank you again." He offered the nurse. She smiled again, looked over at the now sleeping child, and then back at Sam before leaving the room. They did run tests to make sure she was okay and about an hour later Sam and his child were back in their apartment. Miracle felt a lot better but was tired and her chest hurt a lot. Sam put her to bed and let Scooter keep watch. He left the door open a crack so that he could hear if she called for him. Sitting down in the living room, he leaned back into the cushions and stared at the dark screen of the television. He was tired and wired all at the same time. He blinked slowly and wondered why in the hell no one had ever told him that parenthood was so damn scary. A long sigh escaped him before he fell asleep on the couch.

A/N: No idea why I chose to write this, but it was in my head! I like daddy Sam Evans and sorry that there was only a hint of Mercedes, I think I'll write another part to this soon where she'll be there more. If you read this I hope you enjoyed. Sorry for any errors. Also I have to thank H.B for helping me think of this.