Ok, so this is my 2nd story. It was inspired by a story called "What was she Like?" by leafs nation on fanfic. If interested in the parallels between the stories, please read their story. This is just a minor project so don't expect it to be very long. I have another story I'm working on, plus I have school and work plus the occasional writer's block. So please R&R and bear with me on updates.

Chapter 1: Down Memory Lane

It was a Thursday night. Kira walked into her and Chas's room to see her closet door open. Inside she found Chuckie looking in an open shoe box. As she got closer she saw him flipping through old photographs.

"Chuckie? What are you doing?" Kira asked kneeling down next to him.

Chuckie unresponsive flipped to the next picture. It had Chuckie as a newborn in his mother's arms in the back garden. (Think of the one Chas was looking at in Rugrats: In Paris)

"Chuckie?" Kira asked again placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Oh! Kira, sorry I was just looking through Dad's old stuff." Chuckie said snapping out of his thoughts and looked back at the photo.

"You miss her don't you?"

"I never really knew her. I can't help but feel a hole in my heart every time I think about her." Chuckie responded putting his hand on his chest.

"You never really got the chance to get to know her. From what your father says she was an amazing woman. Her being your birth mother you will always share a special bond with her. That's what's so special about the relationship between mother and son. There's a special bond no matter how short lived that will never break between the two." Kira said reaching over into the corner of the closet grabbing Chuckie's old teddy bear. "Such as this, your mother made it for you didn't she?"

Chuckie sparked up as he heard Kira, looking over to the bear she was holding. "Wa Wa." Chuckie said faintly grabbing the bear. "So this is where it's been. Dad said he threw it out."

"No, he kept him here, just for the sake of the memories engraved in it between you two."

"I have dreams Kira." Chuckie said looking up

"Dreams?"

"About her. She looks the same as she did when I was a baby, but I wasn't. She comforts me; she tells me everything is going to be okay. But when I hug her and I feel the warm embrace, that's where the dream stops. And I end up waking up cuddling with my wadded up blanket."

"I bet you want her back."

"Don't get me wrong Kira." Chuckie said looking up to her. "I love you too. Even though you're my step-mom you're still my mom. And I know things happen for a reason. But I would sell my soul just to see her one more time. To hug her as her son. To give a real goodbye that someone who has the ability to remember stuff CAN do, not as an infant."

Chas who was watching everything the whole thing from the doorway. "You can get your chance Chuckie."

Chuckie shocked by his father's voice turned around still holding on to Wa Wa. "What do you mean Dad?"

"Your mother's dying wish was to have you visit her grave when you were older. Now that you just turned 16, I think you're old enough now." Chas said as he walked in sat down next to Chuckie in Kira's place. He pulled out a book. As he wiped off the dust the cover said, Diary of Melinda Finster. A tear started to roll down Chas's face as he flipped to the last page that was written in. "Please read it Chuckie. This was your mother's last entry, it was for you."

Chuckie taking the diary started to read; "Chuckie, my sweet adorable Chuckie. By the time you read this I will be long gone. I'm in a better place, I'm always watching over you. Please come visit me when you are older. It will do my soul proud to see you as a mature young man at least once. Hopefully I can still make you smile once more.

My sweet, little Chuckie, though I must leave you behind me

This poem will tell you where you always can find me.

When a gentle wind blows, that's my hand on your face.

And when the tree gives you shade, that's my sheltering embrace.

When the sun gives you freckles, that's me tickling my boy.

When the rain wets your hair, those are my tears of joy.

When the long grass enfolds you, that's me holding you tight.

When the Whippoorwill sings, that's me whispering, "Night, night."

Chuckie slammed the diary shut. He was fighting back tears that he never wanted to let go. "Mom's poem to me, you always told me about it but now I actually read it." Chuckie sat there trying to regain his composure. He suddenly felt a familiar embrace from behind. Arms wrapped all the way around him. He held one of the hands with his own. "Thanks Kimi." Chuckie said turning around sniffling.

"Always here for you Chuckie." She said tightening her grip.

Chas and Kira both placed a hand on Chuckie's shoulders.

"When can I go see her?" Chuckie asked looking up at his father.

Chas and Kira stared at each other before Chas finally responded. "Saturday, you can visit her on her birthday."

Chuckie nodded and stood up and walked out of the room into his own taking the diary with him.

"Dad, can I go too?" Kimi asked looking up at Chas.

"I don't know Kimi; this is Chuckie and his birth mom we're talking about."

"But I wanna be there for him. You know he'll need us to be there for him. We should all be there as a family. Melinda is family whether I'm related by blood and she's not with us anymore. Please Dad." Kimi asked firmly.

Chas looked at Kira who nodded in approval.

"Ok, Kimi." Chas approved.

Kimi gave him a hug and walked out of the room. She was about to knock on Chuckie's door but she heard nothing. She placed her ear up to the door and tried to listen. Still there was silence, until she heard something. The flipping of paper could be heard on the other side of the door.

Chuckie was on his bed reading through his mother's diary. The first entry said; "My days are numbered. The doctors and specialists have no idea what is wrong with me. My darling Chas, I'm scared I won't make it out alive. My little Chuckie, what I wouldn't give to hold you right now. Please be strong for me."

Chuckie slammed the diary shut. He could feel the river of tears behind his eyes, buy he fought them off. He placed the diary on his nightstand. He sat up and stared at his floor with a big sigh. He looked up at his dresser where his wall mirror was. The longer he looked into the mirror the clearer he saw an image of his mother standing there next him. She placed a hand on his shoulder. Chuckie went to grab the hand but felt nothing but the cloth from his shirt. His anger got the better of him as he clenched his fist getting a firm grip on the cloth.

"Chuckie…." A faint voice could be heard.

"Huh…?" Chuckie wondered where the voice was coming from.

"It will all be okay Chuckie, please calm done and relax…" The voice said again. It was as if the voice was coming from inside his own head.

With a big sigh Chuckie laid back on his bed and closed his eyes. All he could see was the images of his mother and him when he was an infant. Eventually he fell asleep arms spread out over his bed, one of which over Wa Wa.

So here's Chapter 1, please R&R tell me what you think.