February 20, 2010 ; April 6, 2010
Was rereading some of my Fillmore fics and realized I referenced Carly's baby blanket in "Their Girl." I never continued that. Now I feel like it.
So, here you are. What really happened to Carly's baby blanket…
Btw, I still have the blanket my grandma made for me when I was a baby. And the teddy bear my mom made me. And I'm legally an adult. Lol.
I'm going to set this after Fillmore buys Cupcake for Carly's birthday, so she's maybe in second grade? We'll say she's eight. Just 'cause. So, right before Damion is born. Ingrid's pregnant with him, maybe? …Yeah, we'll go with that. :)
WARNING: Short. Don't kill me.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, and never will be.
Unicorns.
Colorful, sparkly unicorns.
Prancing, happy, glittery unicorns.
Covered-in-vomit unicorns.
Ingrid groaned.
Oh, no…
"CUPCAKE!" she exclaimed, and the dog scrambled out of the room, terrified.
"Another mess to clean up…" Ingrid grumbled, her stomach rolling at the smell, not to mention the sight, of Carly's baby blanket.
The cozy piece of fabric that Joelle's mother had made for Carly when she was just a few months old was now covered in Cupcake's breakfast. And possibly every meal from the last two days...
As Ingrid rushed to clean up the mess, the sight and stench made her stomach clench.
Before she knew it, the blanket was covered in what was left of Ingrid's lunch as well.
"Great. Just perfect," she mumbled, placing a hand on her stomach, hoping the nausea would pass.
Several long minutes later, Ingrid realized that she would never be able to restore the blanket to its original state: it was too stained, and the smell would probably never come out.
So she did the only logical thing: she threw the blanket away and cleaned up the small spot on the carpet.
Not that she minded getting rid of it; she thought Carly would have gotten rid of it on her own years ago.
When Fillmore brought Carly home that afternoon, the little girl raced to her room to grab her blanket.
Not finding it there, she searched the house frantically for an hour, running from room to room and back again, searching in the kitchen, the bathroom, even the remotest corners of the basement before giving up and crying into her daddy's shoulder at the loss of her prized possession.
"I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere," Fillmore assured her, looking over Carly's head to Ingrid, who shrugged innocently.
Later, after Carly had settled for a teddy bear instead of her blanket to keep her company and cried herself to sleep, Ingrid informed Fillmore of what had happened.
He only stared at her in disbelief, shaking his head and sighing, "Well, it needed to go anyway… Hopefully she'll forget about it on her own."
Ingrid nodded in agreement, praying he was right and that Carly would forget about her blanket.
Crap ending, but…
Just assume that Carly forgets about the blanket in a week or so.
Lol. I rhymed.
Word Count: 363
Hahahahaha. I started it in February and finished it in April. I ignored it for quite a while and spent, like, half an hour on it to finish it up. I wanted to get it finished and posted, and couldn't think of anything else to type anyway.
