I was going to update Breath tonight, but an officer in my town has been shot. I cannot write a fanfic chapter when a real life hero is fighting for his life. I will update that one soon though. It just doesn't feel right to do it tonight. This one is a one shot and if you cannot guess, it's based off of JJ's PTSD. This is from Henry's POV. Short and sweet and to the point! Please review!
You love your momma, she is your best friend in the whole wide world. So much so, that the hard art work project you had been working on at school, was going to be her present after school today.
You have been working hard on it for four whole days and refused to let anyone help you. You made sure that when art class was done, you put the picture high on the shelf- that way nobody else could mess it up. And every morning after circle time, you would stand on your toes as tall as you could, to make sure your project was safe. It always was.
You know your momma needs this picture- she has been so sad lately. You do not know why, but you see her crying a lot. One night, when you got up to go potty, you saw her on the couch, and she was asleep. You tiptoed back to your room and grabbed your lovie before carefully and quietly coming back to your momma and covering her up with your lovie. It always made you feel safe, hopefully it would help momma feel safe too.
You don't think she knows that you know she is so very sad, and you do your best to be on your best behavior! You don't argue over bedtime or bathtime anymore, or eating your vegetables. You don't get upset when you cannot wear your favorite Spongebob rain boots to school everyday, or if you only get one Gogurt in your lunch instead of two.
You hate seeing your momma cry, and you know your dad does too. You have seen him hold your momma in his arms, and kiss her head. You have seen him cry when she is crying. You have seen him carry momma to bed and tuck her in.
And you don't know why momma is so sad.
You are still so little and the world is so big, but you know just because you are little, that does not mean you cannot make your momma smile. So, you have set a small goal, and asked your dad to help! Every day, you want to make your momma smile.
And it's working!
Last night, you asked your momma to read you a book and asked her to pick it out! Then you pretended to fall asleep right before the story ended!
Today, you asked your momma to show you how to play soccer.
And now, the best part will be handing her your picture! You cannot wait to show it to her.
When it is time to go home, you race into her arms and jump and give her a kiss.
"Hi Momma," You whisper into her ear and reach over and wipe a tear away. It's a sad day for momma today, but slowly, you will be there to hold her hand and make sure it ends as a happy day.