Title: Never thought I'd have to say goodbye
Author: Doc
Category: Vignette, Angst
Key Words: William POV, implied MSR,
Spoilers: William
Summary: Mommy, I love you.
Rating: PG
Dedication: To Didi, Emily, and Chase. You guys are the thing that keeps me on philing.
Note: This story was floating around in my head after seeing William, and I always
wondered what the little baby thought.
Feedback: Please!
We're finally home from grandma's house. Mommy sings quietly to me from the back
seat. Boy does she have a good voice. I wish Daddy would come home soon. Mommy
cries sometimes, and I know it's about him. How do I know that? Because I can hear her
thoughts inside my head. She's worried about me too. She says to Aunt Monica and
Uncle John that I'm not like other babies. Mommy says that I'm special. I thought that
was supposed to be a good thing, but mommy looked like she was going to cry when she
said it. I wonder if we're going to play another game anytime soon. It's the extended
version of peek–a-boo where I go away, and mommy always finds me. Then she's really
happy when I come back.
There's this man standing over me. I feel like I know him. He hears voices inside his
head that tell him to do things. Strange things. Things I don't understand. I've got a wet
nappy, but I don't want to be impolite, so I just let out a little whimper. He tries to pick
me up, and before he does, I hear mommy's footsteps in the hallway. She yells at him,
and picks me up. I can feel she's worried. They have a conversation and he asks to hold
me. She gives me to him, and I look at this disfigured man with awe. Mommy thinks that
this man is daddy. What do I know; I'm just a baby, right?
Two days later, he's at my crib again. He gives me something, and it looks like he's got a
bottle in his hand, a big long bottle too. I salivate, and try to get him to feed me it. I'm
actually really hungry come to think of it. Hey, dude put it in my mouth, not my ear.
OWWWWW! He put that in me. It's not a bottle! I WANT MY MOMMEEE!! I wail, I
can hear my own voice. It hurts, my brain hurts. It's like everything I've ever gathered
from my 11 months of being in this life is being sucked out of me. Mommy comes in and
picks me up. Mommy has fear on her mind, and Uncle John has anger. Whatever
accusations I had made prior to this, I've come up with one conclusion. This is not my
daddy.
A day later, mommy is standing with Aunt Monica. I can't read her thoughts anymore.
All I can do is look at her blankly and stare. That's no fun! I actually have to be like a
normal baby now. The next day, mommy is crying some more. Perhaps she's scared that
the bad man will come back. A truck pulls up and a woman gets out that smells funny.
She's looking more at me than to mommy as she talks. Then the lady takes me from
Mommy. I don't like this. The lady is taking me away. Mommy, stop her. Please, don't
let her take me away. I try and say, but of course my young vocal chords aren't
developed so it comes out as a cry, and like other babies, once I start crying, I never stop.
I look at mommy as the smelly lady carries me to her car. A single tear runs down her
cheek as she waves goodbye. Please don't let them take me away again, mommy. I
promise I won't spin things anymore. Give me another chance, mommy. I don't want to
play this game anymore. I thought I was going to get to say goodbye to Daddy that we'd
find him and bring him home together. We were going to be a family again. Mommy,
please don't go.
Mommy, I love you.
Author: Doc
Category: Vignette, Angst
Key Words: William POV, implied MSR,
Spoilers: William
Summary: Mommy, I love you.
Rating: PG
Dedication: To Didi, Emily, and Chase. You guys are the thing that keeps me on philing.
Note: This story was floating around in my head after seeing William, and I always
wondered what the little baby thought.
Feedback: Please!
We're finally home from grandma's house. Mommy sings quietly to me from the back
seat. Boy does she have a good voice. I wish Daddy would come home soon. Mommy
cries sometimes, and I know it's about him. How do I know that? Because I can hear her
thoughts inside my head. She's worried about me too. She says to Aunt Monica and
Uncle John that I'm not like other babies. Mommy says that I'm special. I thought that
was supposed to be a good thing, but mommy looked like she was going to cry when she
said it. I wonder if we're going to play another game anytime soon. It's the extended
version of peek–a-boo where I go away, and mommy always finds me. Then she's really
happy when I come back.
There's this man standing over me. I feel like I know him. He hears voices inside his
head that tell him to do things. Strange things. Things I don't understand. I've got a wet
nappy, but I don't want to be impolite, so I just let out a little whimper. He tries to pick
me up, and before he does, I hear mommy's footsteps in the hallway. She yells at him,
and picks me up. I can feel she's worried. They have a conversation and he asks to hold
me. She gives me to him, and I look at this disfigured man with awe. Mommy thinks that
this man is daddy. What do I know; I'm just a baby, right?
Two days later, he's at my crib again. He gives me something, and it looks like he's got a
bottle in his hand, a big long bottle too. I salivate, and try to get him to feed me it. I'm
actually really hungry come to think of it. Hey, dude put it in my mouth, not my ear.
OWWWWW! He put that in me. It's not a bottle! I WANT MY MOMMEEE!! I wail, I
can hear my own voice. It hurts, my brain hurts. It's like everything I've ever gathered
from my 11 months of being in this life is being sucked out of me. Mommy comes in and
picks me up. Mommy has fear on her mind, and Uncle John has anger. Whatever
accusations I had made prior to this, I've come up with one conclusion. This is not my
daddy.
A day later, mommy is standing with Aunt Monica. I can't read her thoughts anymore.
All I can do is look at her blankly and stare. That's no fun! I actually have to be like a
normal baby now. The next day, mommy is crying some more. Perhaps she's scared that
the bad man will come back. A truck pulls up and a woman gets out that smells funny.
She's looking more at me than to mommy as she talks. Then the lady takes me from
Mommy. I don't like this. The lady is taking me away. Mommy, stop her. Please, don't
let her take me away. I try and say, but of course my young vocal chords aren't
developed so it comes out as a cry, and like other babies, once I start crying, I never stop.
I look at mommy as the smelly lady carries me to her car. A single tear runs down her
cheek as she waves goodbye. Please don't let them take me away again, mommy. I
promise I won't spin things anymore. Give me another chance, mommy. I don't want to
play this game anymore. I thought I was going to get to say goodbye to Daddy that we'd
find him and bring him home together. We were going to be a family again. Mommy,
please don't go.
Mommy, I love you.