The sun that was once towering the sky shining brightly has descended from our view resulting to the sky's shade change from light blue to a dark lavender color.
Mordecai has finally made it home as he parked his car in the garage. He walked up to his porch of his house, opening the door heading inside. The blue jay was sore after a long day at work and was too tired to get acknowledgment that he has arrived home, so he let his legs defeat him, crashing on the couch as though he was in a fighting ring.
I'll just close my eyes for a little bit, Mordecai thought as his eyelids shut closed to see nothing but internal darkness. For what seemed like a few seconds, he felt something touch him.
"Mordecai?" the voice rang out. Mordecai recognized that voice which caused his eyelids to open up and view to owner of the feminine voice, Margaret. "I didn't even hear you come in."
"Sorry, Margaret, I was too tired."
"I'm guessing it was a hard day for you?" Margaret teased then bowed down to kiss her partner, which did have Mordecai perk up a little. "Dinner's almost ready." She walked back to the kitchen as Mordecai watched her disappear the room, smiling.
The blue jay did not expect the fate of their relationship pick up to a new high. You see, Mordecai knew Margaret back when she was a waitress attending community college. After a few dates and get-togethers, Mordecai summoned up the courage to ask Margaret to be more than just a friend. Despite having the same passion as Mordecai did, she refused to go a university out of state.
It seemed as though they would never be together again, until a few years later when Margaret returned home as a college graduate. It was an opportunity for Mordecai to continue what he started. A few dates later, Mordecai did what he thought he would never be able to do: Ask Margaret to be not his girlfriend but his bride and this time…Margaret said yes!
Looking back, Mordecai never thought that what sounded like a romantic fairy tale become a reality.
The aroma from the kitchen had him get on his feet and head to the dinner table to sit across from the table. "Sweetie, hurry up your food going to get cold!" Margaret shouted out as the third occupant of the house arrived at the table, their daughter Abigail.
During the course of their marriage, Margaret secretly wanted to start a family, since some of her friends have become parents themselves. She didn't want to tell Mordecai, thinking that it would be too stressful; when she told him the news about her pregnancy, Mordecai was scared like most first-time parents. When Abigail was born, that fear subsided and was proud to be a husband and a dad.
She heavily resembled Mordecai than Margaret. Her feathers were a darker shade of blue with a hint of lavender. "Hey, how was your day?"
"Good!" the youngster replied as she stuffed her mouth with meatloaf.
"Why don't you tell dad about what you done at school today?" Margaret suggested as Mordecai grew interested.
"What happened?" Mordecai asked.
"My teacher made us draw a picture of who we think is a superhero." Abby held a paper in her hand which was a disfigured image of Mordecai with a cape.
"You drew me?" Abby nodded. Sure, in an artistic view, it looked like scribbled mess but Mordecai felt so touched that he was his daughter's idol and looked up to him. "Well I wouldn't say I'm really a superhero…"
"What about the many times you used to save the Park?" Margaret asked.
"That's why I chose you, Dad," Abby added. "You used to save a lot of people in the stories you tell me."
"Aw…," Mordecai ruffled her daughter's hair and left it on the refrigerator door. After dinner, he and Abby had their father/daughter time, playing video games that he still kept after all these years. Abby was still little and did not care for its quality. Before they knew it, it was 9:00 already.
"Abigail, it's nine o'clock," Margaret said as Abby pouted silently.
"Aw, what? But I'm not tired yet," she argued.
"You know the routine."
"Dad, do I have to?"
"Sorry, kid. Listen to your mom."
"I don't want to!" Abby whined, folding her arms.
"Are you sure? Huh. That's too bad, because I want to tell you story tonight". His daughter's face turned from a grimace to a shocked face.
"A story?!"
"Oh, yeah, but I don't think you'll want to hear it. It's just about me rescuing the Park and all that."
"Tell me!"
"I'll tell you, once you get into bed, got it?" Mordecai stated as Abby ran back into her room to put her pajamas on and rushed to the bathroom, frantically brushing her teeth. Margaret stood there, chuckling about her husband's strategy.
"Another story?" Margaret asked as Mordecai shrugged like it's no big deal.
"Hmm, hmm. Works every time."
As soon as Abby got into bed, Mordecai arrived in her bedroom to sit on the far side. His daughter sat up in anticipation to hear her dad's crazy stories.
Mordecai would share his memories and stories about the bizarre and crazy situations he and his best friend, Rigby got into. Abigail was so interested in hearing stories about her dad eating giant omelets and confronting not-so sweet unicorns ; plus, she would learn from what would be considered consequences, such as living in a world with no rules is nothing but chaos or how being a fraud is worse than being untalented. What fascinates her is how he would handle the situation in a variety of ways when all rational suggestions fail.
Margaret peeked into her room, smiling as Mordecai was wrapping up his story while Abby was growing groggy. "…And then the unicorns blew up, turned into sparkles and glittered the night sky that shamed the stars, and a lesson was learned: that is the only way to get of rid of unicorns". His daughter released a big yawn in response. "I think you should get some sleep. See you in the morning."
"Good night mommy. Good night daddy, I love you", Abby whispered to them as they both kissed her on separate cheeks and ending with Mordecai ruffling her hair. Margaret switched off the lights darkening the room.
"We love you too, Abby".
Mordecai ended with closing the door slowly, "Sleep tight, kid."
Abigail's eyelids then felt heavier as she fell asleep soundly, drifting off into her dream world. Mordecai and Margaret now had the house for themselves and decided to spend the next few hours watching TV together. Margaret grew a bit comfortable as Mordecai did when she lay on his torso.
He is with the girl of dreams, live together and have a child of their own flesh and blood (and feathers) to take care of. Mordecai knew that his life could never be any better.
