Her precious daughter
My life is finally perfect. I have the most precious, sweetest baby girl ever. My sweet little Emmy bear. Gosh, I love her with all my heart.
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Emily just had her twelfth birthday last week, she's getting so big. She's been asking me everyday since she turned 9, "Where's my dad?" It's so hard telling her he's dead, when he really ran off on us. But I can't tell my precious baby girl the truth, it'd break her sweet little heart!
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Oh, wait did I say is perfect, I meant to say was perfect. He decided to walk back into our lives again.
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I was lying on my bed watching some romance movie, I'm not sure not really paying attention to it, when I saw my baby girl rush in. "Mom, Mom!" She said in a pleading tone. I looked up at her and pulled her into a hug. "What baby girl?"
She rested her head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. "My friends want me to go to the mall with them. Can I go? Please mommy?" She knows I have to say yes when she asks so cutely. And uses it to her full advantage! I smiled and sighed, "Of course baby girl. But be back before 9. Kay?" She nodded and hugged me. I kissed her cheek softly and whispered into her ear. "I love you sweetie, call me if you need me. No, you can call me no matter what! Be careful Emmy bear, don't go with any strangers!" I said giving her a tight, gentle hug.
She groaned as I told her that but nodded anyways. I handed her my cell phone and she was out the door.
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As I continued to watch the movie, I was yet again interrupted from the screen. The phone was ringing. I picked it up. "Hello?" I said into the speaker. "Hey Miles! How are ya?" Of course it's my little sister Noah. Well not little anymore, she's 23 years old. Which makes me even older. "Hey! Ohh just great… Yeah right! How are you darling?" I must of sounded tired, barely able to sleep without dreaming of him again.
"What's wrong Miles? Well I am just fine. Great news by the way!" She asked in a concerned voice. I hate having to bring my innocent baby sister into this but she does have right to know. "He is back. And he's threatening to hurt my baby girl! Tell me, maybe it'll me forget about that for a few!" I told her. "Oh gosh, not again! I swear if he hurts your daughter or you, I will kill him! Okay, so me and Ryan are finally going to have our first baby!" She screamed that last part.
OMG! My baby sister is going to have a baby! Whoa. That means she's pregnant, omigosh! "Oh my gosh, Congratulations Noah! Do you know what it is?" I asked her.
"Yes, we're having a precious baby boy!! We already have a named picked out for him!" She's so cute when she's happy. Must be where my Emmy bear gets it from! I laughed. "What would that be?" I asked, I already knew what it was. "Samuel Adam. Isn't that cute?" I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. I remember back when she was in first grade she had a crush on a boy whose name was Samuel. And that's when she said, "When I is older Miwey I's gonna name my little boy Samuel!" She was so cute when she was little.
"It is cute darling. Why don't you two love birds come visit tomorrow? Emmy bear misses you!" I asked her.
"Sure thing Miley. We'd be delighted to come over. Aww, well you tell little Emmy, we miss her too! I have to go now, Ryan and I are headed to the rodeo tonight. Ryan's folks are in it, so we promised we'd be there to see! We'll see ya'll tomorrow afternoon! Take care Miles, bye." She said and then the line was dead.
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It was almost midnight when I heard the door open. I heard whimpering and crying. I looked to see who it was, I gasped. "Emily, baby girl! What happened?" I asked as I walked over and pulled her into my arms.
"Mommy, I'm late your supposed to yell at me!" She said tearfully. I wrapped her up in my arms and went to lay on the couch. "No, baby girl, it's okay! Mommy's not gonna yell at you! Mommy just wants to know what's wrong sweetie pie." I said softly as I wrapped a blanket around us and ran my hand softly through her precious hair. I took her fragile, very precious head and laid it on my chest.
She didn't answer me, just buried her little face into my chest. "Come on sweetie, you can tell me! I'm your mommy, you can tell me anything." I soothed. It must be really bad if my baby girl won't tell me! I mean she's always told me what was wrong, this is not like her! I stroked her hair softly.
"This isn't like you baby, you always tell me what's wrong! Is somebody threatening you not to tell me sweetie?" I asked worried that she knows him. She shook her head yes. I gasped. "Who baby, who is it? Tell me please!" She shook her head no. I could feel her shaking and trembling in my arms.
I wrapped my arms around her even tighter and hummed a soothing tune. It was one of my songs I wrote when I was around my Emmy's age. I heard her breathing softly, which meant she was finally asleep. Peacefully sleeping in her mommy's arms. I smiled down at my baby girl's adorable sleeping figure and place a soft kiss on her forehead. "Night my precious angel."