These shots could be considered a little sequel to my fic 'I love you' (I suggest you to read it, it has been one of my fics that have been most liked).
I'm not going to put names by chapter, because they are too small for the title encompasses a single idea. Fav, follow or review please, and tell me what you think about this shots and everything else I've done.
I love my family
Part 1
I knot a light blue ribbon in my hair, letting the long blond locks settle in front and rear my shoulders. I put over a bit of the delicious vanilla perfume that Aunty Madison gave me on my last birthday, although it's weird for me to see a pink bear expelling perfume through its eyes.
"Breakfast is ready!"
I take my backpack and leave my bedroom, almost stumbling at the end of the hallway but managing to stand up and keep walking, stepping carefully alongside the fish tank to not throw it and break it, again.
Passing the shelf with the big books, whose long titles and schemes I don't quite understand, I hear the meowing of the lazy Cotton, the black cat with heterochra… heterich… heterochrume… well, both of his eyes of two different colors.
"Get down there" I say as a scold, spreading my arms. He has never said no when I do that, and he neither does today. He jumps into my arms and I stroke between his ears, he purrs and let me walk with him into the kitchen.
When I set a foot in the kitchen I see Daddy Spencer opening and closing the cabinets, dusting and removing things left over from the breakfast dishes. I left Cotton on the floor and he walk towards daddy, he rubs his hairy face against his legs and I hear him meowing stronger.
"I already heard you" he says, taking the small dish with tuna for Cotton, he puts it on the floor and our cat doesn't take long to eat it. He looks like Daddy when he eats.
"Don't just stand there like a statue" says a voice behind me, before he gets me up and makes me spin while I laugh heartily.
Dad Mason gives me a kiss on the cheek and I give him a hug, just as I do when he lifts me up so suddenly from the floor. I don't like when he does it so sudden, but at the same time I love when he does.
He puts me on one of his arms and we walk until I put both arms on the shoulders of Daddy, he laughs while Dad stands next to him and kisses him on the cheek, then they kiss on the lips and they both sigh. I stay silent, because I hate to interrupt such beautiful moments that they have together.
"Good morning, my love" Daddy says and Dad's cheeks get very red.
"Good morning to you too, my love" they kiss again and my stomach is the one to blame that they split. I'm starving.
We sat in the small dining room table, they in front of me while I try to get used to the dining chairs for adults. I'm already a big girl, but not enough to not feel like I'm falling from so big chairs.
They start talking about adult things, the most boring things in the world: Dad talks about that he have to protect a girl who's sued for I don't remember why, while Daddy talks with so long and so difficult words to understand that I can't memorize them, but I understand that is about a child of my age that changes very fast of humor.
Meanwhile we all eat the yummy waffles covered with chocolate and the scrambled eggs with ham that Daddy cooked, they ask me questions when they remember that I'm here, but I'd rather watch them feeding at each other and rub their noses with big smiles on their faces. I love living with them, my two dads; I love my family. But I would like to have a little sister or a little brother.
"Well, the bus will arrive at any time".
Dad takes my dirty plate and he washes all of them, I dedicate myself to count the cuts that are in the wood of the table, but I can't count beyond twenty. And, as Miss Watson says, the numbers are infinite. That means I'll never finish counting!
I hear the rustle of a wrapper, immediately I turn my head when I see Daddy's smile and the chocolate he's holding in his right hand. He stretches out and Dad quickly takes it, watching us with his raised eyebrow and pursed lips. He's going to scold us, both of us.
"You know I don't like when you give her candies at breakfast" Daddy laughs.
"We just eat a lot of candy in one sitting, also she needs carbohydrates to not fall asleep" he takes the chocolate and stretches again, Dad takes it again.
"Fortunately she sleeps enough, I'll better keep it and I'll give it to you when I came back from work, and I'll find that treasure of candy that you keep who knows where".
"Whatever you say, Mace" he roll his eyes and growls.
Dad keeps the chocolate in the inner pocket of his coat and leaves the kitchen with a tiny little smile on his lips. He can't fool me, I know he keeps it there to eat it later, all he wanted was to get a chocolate.
I hear the rustle of another wrapper, I turn my head again and Daddy holds another chocolate, a larger, filled with strawberry and almonds on the top one; my favorite.
"Keep it for your lunch" he says and I nod.
I take the chocolate bar and get into the pocket of my coat, Daddy caresses my hair and makes me to get off the chair.
I run to the bathroom in the hallway and brush my teeth, taking care of my upper canine tooth that moves too much. They say that is normal, because I'm growing, but I can't help but feeling scared by the fact that parts of my body are falling down. The only good thing about all of this is the visit of the Tooth Fairy, she gives me ten dollars and many coins that I can spend on toys and candies.
I hear the squeak of the bus, then the horn. I put a little water in my hair and play with my loose tooth before leaving the bathroom. Daddy gives me my lunch while Dad leaves his room with a tie in his hands. They never lose the time to make me take the bus.
We left the apartment and the building, each one of them takes one of my hands and smiles, we walk down the stairs to the sidewalk, Dad kneels in front of me, taking Daddy's shirt to make him to do the same.
Dad says that's the right way to talk to kids, or that's what I understood once I was listening to the boring conversations about their jobs.
"Have a good day, dear" Daddy settles my hair behind my shoulders.
"Show all your homework's and pay attention to your teacher" Dad undoes what Daddy just made, so he rolls his eyes but in the end he laughs.
"I always have good days, because you two are with me".
They two hug me, and I feel that I can't breathe, for all the love and the fact that they are bigger than me.
The bus driver honks the horn, for what they release me, they kiss me on each cheek and I walk the rest of the way to climb the steps, I turn and the doors close when I wave to them. They do the same, and then they turn around and walk into the house holding hands.
That's when I stop smiling, because the bad part of all my days begins when I see my classmates and other children of the school, all with their eyebrows together and the same expression that I do when Dad gives me broccoli to eat.
"Look, the freak get in" I shrug and keep walking to the back of the bus, my favorite place to travel.
I don't listen to all the words they whisper when I pass until I see Tommy back there, looking out the window to count the red cars that pass by. They're his favorites.
"Today I counted thirteen red cars, I'm sure when we go next to that car store I'll count more" he turn his head and his smile disappears slowly. "What's wrong?"
"You didn't hear them?" he says no with his head and I sigh a little. "They called me freak again".
The bus driver asks me politely to sit down, I do it in the space next to Tommy and the bus starts moving. He doesn't stop looking at me, while a couple of girls and a lot of boys in front of me laughs and point towards me.
"I don't like being called like that" I say, and I feel that my eyes tickle, that means I'm going to cry, and I don't want to cry, that's another thing that I don't like either.
"Don't worry, they are just a bunch of stupid people" I glance up, with my eyes wide open.
"We can't say that, those are words of adults".
"I don't care, that's what they are, because they don't have to tell you that. My mom says that the love between your dads is the cutest thing that can exists, and that there are many children like you here and in other cities. She also told me that you don't have to worry about anything, and that you can always count on us".
The rest of the road goes in an awkward silence, the bus stops in the different streets of New York while we pick up other children's, some are my classmates, some others are complete strangers.
When we reach the front of the school I can't help but groan and wish to tell Dad that I had a stomachache, but probably he would have blamed Daddy for giving me candies at breakfast.
I get down the bus with a jump and fall on a small puddle, I move aside to not ruin my shoes and I look up at the many steps that I have to climb. A small hand takes my left hand and intertwines our fingers, I turn my head and Tommy has a small smile and a very light pink color on his cheeks. It's not so cold for that to happen.
"I'll take care that none of them keeps bothering you, I promise" and we start walking, just before the bell of a new day in school rings.