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LuckyNick sighed softly as he lay in bed. Through the wall, he could hear a very quiet, haunting sound. It was his four-year-old toddler son, trying to stifle his sobs under his blankets. He'd woken up time and time again to the same sound, and never knew what to do. He'd asked the boy before: was it nightmares? Was he scared of the dark?
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No, Alexander had answered, I just miss you, daddy.
Nick couldn't let the boy stay in his bed every night. It wouldn't be healthy for him as he got older. He tugged uncomfortably at the sheets as the sobbing grew louder, and he finally sat up, grunting as he rubbed his face.
What could he do...
An idea flashed in his mind suddenly and he pulled open his bedside drawer, rummaging through it. His fingers slid over a flat surface, and he pulled out a poker chip. It was red in color, with a gold trim. There was some name of a casino on it, one he hadn't been to in ages. He got up and went into Alexander's room, gripping the chip in hand.