"Come on Mommy you can throw the ball harder!" Little Avery Jerome called out to her mother standing a good width apart from her. They were at the park, Avery's newest favorite place to be. Sometimes Ava would bring her on a picnic, sometimes Julian would let her play, and she loved it. That's how Ava ended up in the park that day, and it was different for her seeing as sports weren't her thing, but if they were what her daughter wanted to do she'd gladly participate to see her happy. After all the time they spent apart she'd be with her baby girl anywhere if it she was now five years old.
Avery had a lack of father so Ava ended up doing a lot of the daddy stuff when Julian wasn't available. She didn't mind of course but she wanted her sweet baby girl to have a father. She couldn't give her her real father however, he wanted nothing to do with either of them, wanted an abortion and left her with the last piece of him she could call hers.
"Baby, I'm not too good at aim!" Ava said laughing knowing she'd make a fool of herself with her sports skills. Her throughs were mediocre at most, and so the littler the toss expected the easier it got. But she'd do whatever her daughter wanted her to do, because she loved having her mom and Ava was thankful.
"Mommy! You just throw it really hard." Avery giggled back to her mom. They could always find joy in the littlest and stupidest things and after all the pain Ava faced she was glad to have all the happiness she could surround herself and Avery with, and she thought so far she was doing good.
"Okay if you say so." Ava said smiling although nervous not trusting her skills with the whiffle ball she was gripping in her right hand. She just closed her eyes and did as instructed. When she opened them she no longer saw the ball, just Avery looking over her shoulder. It must have wen't through the bushes and over somewhere out of sight.
"Not that far silly!" Avery giggled now back to facing her mother. Ava laughed and knelt down to get more on Avery's level and motioned for her to come over. Ava responded by running into her mother's arms nearly knocking the women over as she did.
Ava held onto Avery's waist and looked at her smiling. "We aren't all as perfect as you, Avery-Bavery." Ava told her daughter poking the little girl's nose gently causing her to giggle and grab her mom's finger and place it back down. Avery truly was the perfect daughter and Ava always made sure to express her love to the little girl since she never knew what could happen or if they'd ever be separated again.
Ava let go of the little girl and stood back up brushing off herself. She turned around and walked over to the bench and went into her large bag to grab the back up ball she placed in there with the original. She dug around for a while until finally finding the ball and lifting it up out of the bag. She turned around to face her daughter and got out a "Avery do you-" before not seeing her daughter anywhere. She started to panic and get flustered. "Avery!" She called out repeatedly.