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Doc quietly opened his eyes the next morning. A light rain could be heard on the roof as he looked over and saw Ashlea fast asleep cuddled up close to him. Looking under the blankets, they were still naked. He lightly smiled. She was happy and so was he for the first time in a long time and he had no regrets but for now, he could no longer sleep. After kissing her head, he quietly got up, put on his sweats and robe and headed down stairs.
Setting up the coffee pot, he put on some rain gear, grabbed his fly rod and went to the dock. The light rain made an ideal time for the first part of the morning for fish to bite. "Let's see who's awake," as he snapped his rod back and forth several times before setting the fly on the water. Before long, his first catch, a small trout. Smiling as he pulled the hook out he spoke to it, "You need to grow some more" and threw it back.
He again threw the fly out and this time caught a big one. It fought hard as it bent his pole over but in the end, he won the battle. He placed it in a bucket where it sat silently as Doc continued to fish.
Inside the coffee brewed and Ashlea slept. As Doc fished, it reminded him of his youth, of when him and his father would fish. His father was all he had growing up after the death of his mother. At one point while he fished, he muttered, "Dad, you wouldn't believe this crazy universe if I told you of it. Miss you. Take care of Mom." Yes, the sensitive side of Doc revealed itself.
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