Disclaimer: I own Cammi. That's it. Not Sammy or Casey. Wait...do I even own her? 'Cause technically she's part of Casey and Sammy, who are both owned by WVD...sigh, this is so sad. :(


The Box Vs. The Toys

Sammy's POV


I fiddled with the lock to the house, until I got it open, allowing me to step inside. It was quiet. Way to quiet for the 1 year old and her father. My steps echoed through the house on the shiny hardwood floor until I arrived at his office. He was staring at the computer intently, not even realizing that I was there. Cammi was no where in sight, which really worried me because I hadn't seen her the whole time I'd been here.

"Casey," He finally looked up from his computer, and realized I was there. He stretched his arms high over his head, and gave me a weak smile.

"Hey, baby. How was your meeting?" He walked over to me, pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips feverishly.

"Fine. Where's Cammi?" He stopped to look at me,

"Who?" I huffed,

"Ca-sey! Cammi! Our daughter!" he rolled his eyes.

"I'm kidding. Relax! She's upstairs in her room playing with some of her new toys." I grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs to her bedroom where we found her playing. But she wasn't playing with the numerous amount of toys she'd recevied for her birthday, she was playing with the box.

She crawled in, giggling, then crawled back out, carefully stood up, and pushed down on the flap. When she let go, it flew back up into the position it was in before, sending the small girl into a fit of giggles. Her bright green eyes twinkled in amazement when she pushed down on it again. Her hair was in a small ponytail, but some of the strands had come loose and persistantly tickled her face.

The forgotten toys had been left in a pile behind her, and didn't even looked like they'd been touched. Casey slid me a smile, leaned over and kissed my cheek. "She's so much like you." He whispered into my ear as we watched her sit inside the box with her blanket and stuffed dog. He tightened his grip around my waist when I glared at him, but turned back to look at Cammi.

She was fast asleep. We both looked at each other, then back at the box containing our daughter, then to the betrayed toys.

"Well," Casey said, after a few minutes of silence, "I guess it was on. In the argument of the box versus the toys, the box won I guess."


I thought this was pretty cute. I once saw a picture of this little girl with bright blue eyes, and she was playing with the box, not the toys. It was incrediblly cute, and it was my insperation for this one-shot.

But you tell me! Is it cute?

One more thing! For 'You Look Good In Possessive,' I need some ideas! I have no clue where it's going, and that's why I haven't updated it in so long! Could you guys give me any ideas you have, and I'll cordinate them?

Thank you!

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Cammygrl