Journal of Arthur Barma; The early years of my son
A/N: I have an interest about writing about the Barma's life style, but it's a one shot, and I have several stories to type. And there are hints of BarmaXCheyrl… WHICH I HIGHLY HATE WITH A BURNING PASSION. I'll be writing Summer Vacation again after this…!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pandora Hearts. I want to own Rufus I would want him in my room doing stuff to him .
It was a sunny day; my child was running with a sweet small girl. They looked so youthful having fun as children do. My wife Miranda laid her head onto my shoulder, her eyes were fixed on Rufus and Cheryl running as children do.
I looked at her, gesturing my head softly so she wouldn't notice. After a minute of staring at her, looked up.
"Please stop, your being a creeper." She said very bluntly.
"Why? You're immensely beautiful!" I protested, staring at her stunning gleaming eyes.
Her eyes were dull and tried to most people. I saw different.
I saw smoky clouds rising up from the horizon. They were a smoky beautiful gray. Shining right at me.
I put my hand around Miranda's face.
"I hope when, little Rufus is all grown up, he will find true love. And they love each other, and his future bride will tell him that his eyes are beautiful, like how I do." I said to my wife.
Her lipstick stained smile shoe as light passed to her lips.
Rufus came over to us, crying to us. He sobbed about Cheryl pushing him down.
He cried "Mommy!" And pointed to Cheryl. She stood there as innocent as the little girl could.
Miranda pushed Rufus away and shouted, "Go play you brat!"
Rufus always clinged to his mother when Cheryl 'pushes' him around.
I sighed. Miranda never really liked her son. I found it difficult to think that she cared about him while I was away with the other duke houses. I hoped that she wouldn't hurt him.
When I meet with Glen he seemed shadier then most of the time… But he's just being Glen Baskerville. It's funny to tease him about his stalker. I believe her name was Charlotte.
When I came home, Miranda had left burn marks on Rufus' neck. She smoked when I wasn't looking. She knew I didn't like it. And Rufus makes a point to tell me all the times that Miranda smoked. She tries to stop. Rufus records all the time she trys to stop.
I hugged him and told him, "Son you must be strong, no matter what Mommy does to you."
I saw tears run down the gentle face of my son. I ran my fingers through his short red hair. His hair was tangled.
"Okay father." He said quite upset. I wiped away his tears. He pushed my hand away, trying to wipe his own tears away.
"Why don't you go play with your girlfriend?" I said smiling teasing my son sweetly.
He had such a dumbstruck face. "Cheryl isn't my girlfriend!" He defended his feelings.
I got up and put my hand on his head and rustled his hair.
"Cheryl is so your girlfriend." I said smiling.
"Father!" He shouted in protest.
A/N: If you know me personally you know I'm not done, and its longer. But its going to be hidden under my bed. So yeah. One shot ending. Tell me if I should make more Read and Review