Just pointing out: I recently just found out that the show started when Jake was ten. I thought it started when he was twelve. I just saw episodes from the first season for the first time. Thanks again for reading. I realized, I think I am the only active one in the Two and a Half Men category...

Chapter 11

A month had passed since Tyler was kidnapped. Everything seemed normal. Tyler was feeling one hundred percent better and running her father and uncle crazy with normal three-year-old stuff, and on top of that, she was a very gifted little girl who was very inquisitive and loved learning new things, including asking questions. Tyler was the complete opposite of Jake, too, except for the fact that she liked picking her nose and sticking it random places.

Alan had not heard from Robin since the court hearing. Alan had to be there to speak on Tyler's behalf. Ben was sentenced with ten years in prison. Alan thought he should have a life sentence but that was the judge's final decision. Even after a month of the guy locked up, he was still scared and overly protective of his kids, especially Tyler.

One morning, Alan woke up, feeling around for his daughter with his eyes still closed. When he realized she wasn't there, he opened his eyes and sat up, fast. "Tyler?" He got out of bed and checked the bathroom before he checked Jake's room who was at his mother's since it was during the week. Finally, Alan ran into the living room, grabbing the phone as he headed for the kitchen. "Charlie, have you seen…"

Tyler was sitting on her legs, at the table, eating a bowl of Choco Puffs. "Good morning, Daddy," she smiled up at her father.

Alan leaned over and kissed the side of her head. "Good morning, my little baby girl," he smiled in return. "Did Uncle Charlie make you breakfast when he's supposed to be taking it easy?"

Tyler shook her head. "Berta did."

"I just came downstairs right before you woke up," Charlie told his brother.

"Did you tell Berta thank you?" Alan asked of his daughter.

She nodded.

"Good girl." Alan stood up. "Hurry and finish eating so we can get ready."

"Daddy," she said as Alan went over to pour himself a cup of coffee. "Can you watch Pocahontas with me, tonight?"

Alan set the coffee pot back in its place and took a drink. "We just watched it last night."

"I want to watch it again, with you," she told him.

"I have an idea," he said, walking back over to kneel beside her chair. "How about, since you've been a very good girl since you've been living here, we can get some lunch and possibly pick out a toy and a movie. How does that sound?"

"Okay, but don't you work today?" Tyler asked.

"Yes, but I'm off early today so I can spend some daddy/daughter time with my favorite girl," he smiled at his daughter.

"But Daddy, I'm your only girl, Jake is a boy."

"I know, that's why you're my favorite girl."

Tyler threw her arms around her father's neck. "I love you, Daddy."

Alan's heart melted like it always did when Tyler told him she loved him. "I love you, too, Tyler." He held her in his arms not wanting to ever let go. Having Tyler as a daughter has changed his world the past month. Nothing else seemed to matter to him, besides Jake. To him, Alan had two of the greatest kids ever and to Tyler, he was Superman. He became her hero, her protector.

After breakfast, Alan got Tyler ready for the day and strapped her into her car seat. He then drove to where he worked. The building Alan worked in also had a small daycare that he could afford. Plus, it worked out perfectly, letting him be close in case something happened and Tyler needed him.

"Daddy, why is the sky blue?" Tyler asked as they drove through the neighborhood, into the city.

"Because God wanted the sky to be blue, I guess," Alan answered, looking in the rear-view mirror at his daughter.

"But why?"

"I don't know, God is very mysterious," he explained.

"How come we can't see Him?"

"God lives up in heaven and watches over us."

"With the angels, right?"

Alan nodded, "That's right."

"Daddy," she continued.

Alan acknowledged her, "Yes, Tyler?"

"Will you always love me?" she asked.

"Of course I will."

"Can I always love you, even when I'm old?"

Alan smiled up at her, "Always and forever."

Tyler smiled in return.

When Alan dropped Tyler off at daycare, Tyler went straight for the toys and played by herself. At craft time, she drew a picture of her and her father, in stick-figure form. When the teacher had the kids sit in a circle, Tyler sat a foot from them, listening to the other kids sing kid songs. Tyler was shy around other kids and usually didn't say a word when she was in daycare.

The teacher noticed Tyler wasn't singing again. In between songs, she asked Tyler to scoot closer to the group and sing with the rest of them. Tyler shook her head, slowly. The teacher only smiled and started the next song.

When the kids ate lunch, Tyler just ate carrot sticks. Alan had already explained to the teacher he was taking Tyler out early for lunch so the teacher just let her have carrot sticks. After lunch, the kids had naptime, scattered throughout the classroom with pillows and blankets. When Alan came to pick Tyler up, he quietly walked over and picked her up and left, thanking the teacher when she handed him Tyler's Dora backpack. Tyler latched onto his neck in her sleep and snuggled into his shoulder.

Alan carried his daughter out to his car and, very carefully placed her in her car seat, strapping her in. He shut her door and opened his, getting in and starting the engine. Alan fastened his seat belt and pulled out of the parking space, driving to a Red Robin.

When he parked and got out, he woke Tyler up. "Hey, sleepyhead," he told her when she opened her eyes. "We're here."

Tyler rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up, fully. "Where are we?"

"Remember, I was taking you to lunch," he reminded her, undoing her car seat buckle before lifting her out of the car and onto her feet and shut the car door.

Tyler took ahold of her father's hand as they walked up the main door. Alan opened the door for the two of them and went inside, opening the second door, too.

A girl, in her early twenties, with long, brown hair tied back in a ponytail, smiled at them. "Two?" she asked.

"Yes," Alan replied.

The girl grabbed a regular menu and a kid's menu. "Right this way, then," she told them and led the two of them to a small table. Tyler climbed onto a chair as Alan sat on another. "Here are your menus," the girl laid the menus down on the table in front of them. She reached into her pouch and pulled out some crayons that said Red Robin on each of them. "And here are some crayons for you, little one." She placed the crayons on the table beside Tyler's menu. "Can I get you both something to drink?"

"Um, I will have an iced tea," said Alan before turning to his daughter. "What would you like to drink, sweetheart?"

"Can I have lemonade?" Tyler asked, quietly.

"Yes you may," he replied and told the girl.

"Okay, I will be right back with your drinks," the girl smiled and walked away.

Alan started opening his menu. "What would you like to eat?" he asked Tyler.

"What do they have?" she asked.

He leaned forward to scan her menu, flipping it over. "It's right here. You can have chicken fingers, mac and cheese, a cheeseburger, hotdog, or pasta."

Tyler sat on her legs, leaning on the edge of the table, looking at the menu. "Um, I want chicken fingers."

"Are you sure?" Alan asked her.

She nodded.

Alan looked through his menu as Tyler colored on her menu. When the girl returned with their drinks, Alan ordered for them and the girl took his menu back.

"How was daycare today?" Alan asked, trying to start up a conversation with Tyler.

"Okay," she shrugged, coloring the bird in, on her menu.

"Just okay?"

She nodded, not looking up.

"What did you do? Did you learn anything new?" he asked.

"No, but I colored you a picture, Daddy," Tyler said, looking up. "It's in my backpack."

Alan smiled, "You did, huh? Did you make any friends yet?"

She shook her head, returning to her coloring.

"Why not?"

Tyler shrugged.

Alan ran his fingers through her black hair. "Are you playing with anyone, at least?"

Again, she shook her head. Alan was starting to worry about his daughter. It had been a month since he got her into daycare and she still hasn't made any friends. In fact, Tyler's teacher had already informed him that Tyler was shy and Alan had started researching about children who are shy. He watched her as she filled in the blanks to the unscramble game and was impressed Tyler was getting them right. Tyler was really mature and gifted for a three-year-old. She knew how to read already and could recite her ABCs and could count to twenty. Of course, her speech was also advanced for her age, as well.

"Great job, Tyler," Alan praised when she finished.

"Can you play Tic-Tac-Toe with me?" she asked him.

Alan reached over her menu and picked up a blue crayon. "Sure." The two of them played all three games of Tic-Tac-Toe together. Tyler won the first two times and Alan won the last game. "So, how do you like living with me and your uncle Charlie?" he asked after the last game. "Do you like it?"

Tyler nodded, "Yeah, Uncle Charlie is teaching me to play the piano."

"He is, huh. Can you play a song yet?"

She shook her head, "Not yet."

"Well, if you keep practicing, you will someday," he assured her. "Just make sure not to touch Uncle Charlie's piano when he's not around. Okay?"

Tyler nodded.

Once the two of them ate their lunch, Alan paid the bill and left Red Robin. On the way home, he stopped at the toy store and let Tyler pick out a toy. Riding on her father's shoulders, she picked out a small dollhouse that came with furniture and a family of five, including a dog. Alan had to put Tyler down so he could carry it. She didn't want a movie, though. Tyler was content with just her new doll house.

That evening, Tyler played with her new toys on the coffee table while Charlie watched TV on the couch behind her. Alan was continuing his research, sitting on the other end of the couch, with his laptop on his lap. Tyler seemed fine for a while but then something she said, caught his attention.

"You're stupid! Go away!" Alan looked up in time to see Tyler using the figurine of the father kick the one of the baby across the table. It fell on the floor on the other side.

It caught Charlie's attention, too. Alan exchanged a look with his brother before turning back to his daughter. "Tyler, that isn't how you treat or talk to a baby."

"The baby wouldn't stop crying so he had to make her stop crying," Tyler explained.

Alan could not believe the words that came out of his three-year-old daughter's mouth. "Where did you hear that, Tyler?" Tyler sat there, on her legs, staring at the father figurine. Alan closed his laptop, setting it beside him on the couch. "Come here, sweetheart."

Tyler stood up and let her father pull her onto his lap. Alan had her face him, pushing her chin up to look at him. "Did Ben say that to you?"

She nodded, slowly.

"That was very wrong of him to say, okay. Babies are to be handled with love and care, not mean words and kicking," he told her. "Understand?"

Tyler nodded again.

"I don't ever want to hear that again or you will be in time-out. Do you understand?"

She nodded a third time.

"You're not in any trouble, Tyler. I just don't want you talking that way." Alan hugged his daughter to him, kissing the top of her head. Afterwards, he let her continue playing for another half hour before he gave her a bath and got her ready for bed.

As he was walking back to the den, the house phone rang. Alan answered it. "This is Alan."

"Alan, its Robin. Can we talk?"