The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Don't sue me! PLEASE!
Chapter One
Needle and Thread
Marissa pulled an apple out of the fruit basket as she tucked a lock of her long blonde hair behind her ear. She had been sewing all day and her hands were tired. She needed a break.
"Honey," Marissa called into the living room, "I'm almost done. Do you want to come see it?"
A tall, brown haired man walked into the kitchen and looked at his wife.
"Let me see it! Peter will be so excited!" said the man.
Marissa picked up a soft, floppy, orange tiger stuffed animal. It was missing an eye, had no ears, and it's tail had not been stuffed yet.
"Marissa!" he gasped. He had never seen Marissa work so hard on a gift for Peter. Every year Marissa pulled out her needle and thread and sewed something for their son for his birthday. This year he was turning three. When he had turned one, she sewed him a blanket. At two, she made him a shirt. Now that he was three Marissa had created a tiger stuffed animal.
"David?" Marissa asked her husband. "Do you think he will like it?"
"Of course," he said, as his wife leaned up to kiss him.
Marissa broke off the kiss. "I need to go get Peter from school! Put the tiger in the cupboard."
She grabbed her purse from the hook on the wall, and started to walk for the door.
"Bye, honey! See you later!" said David, and he put the tiger in the top cupboard, where Peter could not reach.
David heard Marissa's car drive off, and he looked outside as she drove away.
~oOo~
Riing! Riing! Riing!
David set down the book he was reading to get the phone.
Riing!
He picked it up and pressed the green button.
"Hello?" he answered.
He was answered with a man's voice. It was deep and sorrowful.
"Mr. White," said the voice quietly, "I would like to inform you that your wife was just in a car crash. She is currently in the ICU. Please come down to-"
The man was interrupted by David.
"Wh-what? M-marissa? I-in the I-ICU?" he studdered.
"Yes, sir. She was nearing St. Agnes' Elementary, and was hit by an eighteen wheel-"
"My wife is in the ICU, and you didn't feel the need to inform me that while she was in the ambulance?"
David grabbed his car keys, and headed for his white SUV.
"Sir, we were trying to keep her alive. We're not sure if-"
"You're not sure if what? You're not sure if she's going to live?" David screamed into the phone, and got into the car.
"Oh my God, Oh my God, Marissa!" He turned the ignition and sped through the suburban streets to Dahlia Heights Hospital.
David hung up the phone before the doctor could say anything else.
"Peter mustn't have been in the car," he muttered to himself, "They would have said."
But what if she dies? He thought, then shoved the thought out of his mind.
~oOo~
David shoved the doors to the ICU open.
"Marissa!" he screamed. There was a small group gathered with their heads bowed.
A nurse looked at him with big grey eyes.
"Mr. White," she whispered, "I'm so sorry, she. . .she didn't make it."
David pushed through the group of doctors and nurses, to see the mangled body of Marissa.
"Marissa," He sobbed, "Marissa! Marissa!"
She wasn't dead. She couldn't be! And yet here was the bloody body of his wife. And now she was gone. Marissa was too young. You are not supposed to die at thirty-two. You are supposed to die at a ripe old age of ninety-two.
This was not right. This was wrong.
And David's heart broke.
So he cried, and at the worst possible moment, Peter walked in with his teacher.
~oOo~
"Daddy, where's Mommy?" asked Peter, merely out of curiosity. "Why didn't she pick me up from school today? Ms. Sarah Anne tried to call her, but she wouldn't answer!"
Peter stomped his foot.
"Peter," David whispered, "Mommy isn't going to-"
But he didn't know how to explain.
Author's Note: The first chapter of my first story, finished! It's a bit short and depressing, but the characters will be coming in a few chapters. Just because I write Pooh Bear, that doesn't make me a sissy! Thanks for reading, and please review!