July 25, 2009
Summary: Something things can be seen with the naked eye, but others can be seen in a simple moment.
Disclaimer: I do not own any affiliated with Power Rangers, just the idea.
Daddy's Little Girl
Quaint was not a word Elizabeth Carson pictured anyone associating with her. As she took in the kitchen that was connected to the living room, which lead to the backyard, maybe quaint was befitting. They had two bedrooms in addition to the one she shared with her husband. The one was occupied by their three-year-old daughter, Savanna. The other room was Bridge's tinker room, where he did all his work. They no longer lived the fast paced, glamorous lives of rangers. Z had opted to migrate to the juvenile correction facility of S.P.D., helping youths turn over a new leaf in life. Bridge decided after a long standing battle with a vicious alien mob boss that it was also time to retire. At that point, Z was nearly seven months pregnant with Savanna. He now worked with Kat in weapons and gear.
Savanna had dark, curly hair like her mothers. She was very outgoing for a three-year old. Z reveled in her role as a mother taking an extra time off. There was something special about being needed. Even at three, Savanna never ventured farther than her mother's view. Sometimes it brought silent tears to Z eyes, finally allowed to share in a bond that had been ripped from her as a child.
Syd often compared the mother and daughter, saying they were just reflections of each other, putting a smile on Z's face. It was recently, though, that Elizabeth began to wonder how the constant comparison made Bridge feel. Surely, Z knew that her daughter and husband loved each other, but even Bridge had been devoid of a healthy child-parent relationship. Always afraid of his gifts, he kept a safe distance away from his family and friends, growing up.
Every parent looked for traits, physical and emotional, in their child. It was human nature to want to pass down a part of yourself to your child. As she watched Savanna growl at the puzzle she was playing with, throwing it some feet out of frustration, it reminded Z of her own short temper. Z shook her head, gently correcting her daughter about playing nice with her things before finishing wiping up the kitchen counter. When Z was done she looked up to see her daughter gone.
In a panic, she raced into the den area where she could hear a rhythmic banging sound. At the den, she stopped suddenly, seeing her husband completely pressed against the wall in his traditional handstand. She almost hated to disturb him, knowing he was working out a difficult problem, but looking down she realized she didn't have to. There, beside her father was Savanna. The small banging sound was the noise being made from her daughter's feet crashing into the wall. Savanna was on all fours struggling to keep her balance as she flung her legs up.
Z snickered, desperately trying to savor a moment she would remember forever. The small grunts made by her daughter were drowned out by the banging sound of Savanna's determination to also do a handstand. Each attempt leaving a black skid mark on the wall, but Z didn't mind, not this time. 'Maybe there is a little bit of her daddy in her,' Z thought, watching her husband's lips twist down into a smile.
~ End Daddy's Little Girl