It was the middle of the night, when Clary had heard the wails from through the wall. Knowing she could not just simply roll over and ignore it, she pushed back the covers. She had a responsibility and duty and like numerous times before she would fulfill it. Walking no more than a few feet out of her bedroom, she creaked the adjacent door open and tiptoed to the center of the room. She scooped up the small body laying in the crib kicking and moaning loudly.
"It's okay, I'm here." She cooed letting his small hand wrap around her thumb.
His sobs subsided as she continued rocking him and singing softly. Once, he seems to relax she walked back into her bedroom and places him on the bed gently. Kissing his forehead tenderly, and whispering,
"Mama's here."
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Clary had spent the remainder of her night watching over his small frame. Though she knew that he could comprehend simple concepts and form sentences at the ripe age of two, he would wake up screaming, not know what a nightmare was, but Clary did, all too well, she use to live one.
Peter Fray, when she found out she was pregnant, she cried, she was, to young, to have a baby. She didn't want to bring a baby in to her nightmare of a life, but there was no way to abort, without them asking questions. So she finished university and got a good at the hospital, nursing mad good money, paying nanny bills and rent.
Peter was a miracle. He was everything she had been missing. For most of Clary's life she had been mentally and physically tortured whether from foster parents, or a man she thought loved her. Peter had managed to fill the void that they never could, and she would die over and over again for her son.
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Roughly a year later Clary was relocating herself and her son to a small upstate town. She has lived in the city, but deciding as Peter grew the hustle and bustle may be a bit much and also to increase her safety since a psycho was in fact hunting her. The town only had six hundred or so residents, and went by the name of 'Idris Township'. Managing to save enough money from the years of nursing and other jobs she bought a small olive green house, three bedrooms and two baths for her small family. She just arrived yesterday. Clary had not bothered to meet anyone having her hands full being a single twenty five year old woman moving hours away from one of two places she's ever known while lugging boxes around.
However, today was the day she would drop Peter at daycare while she started her first shift at the local hospital called 'Shadow Memorial Hospital'. Her interview went swimmingly well and without having to explain the fact she had a son they agreed to spread out her shifts in the pediatrics wing rather than one thirty six hour shift once a week.
Tripping over a few boxes on the way out of bed, careful not to wake Peter, she began her daily routine. Brushing her teeth, braiding her long red hair, and throwing on a pair of teal scrubs that complimented her eyes. After slipping on and tying a pair of converse that she had found out of luck in the many boxes she went to wake up Peter. Gently shaking his form, he stirred for a moment before his eyes fluttered open. His gorgeous brown eyes sparkled as he stifled a yawn.
"Morning." She smiled down to him.
"Mama." He said baring his few teeth.
"Time to start your first day at daycare." She said lifting him off the bed and into the bathroom.
Peter was just two years of age and still needed help with these types of things, but he did learned quickly. Instructing him as he brushed his teeth and guiding him as she dressed him in a white shirt with a pair of overalls she smiled down to her son.
"Ready?" She asked tears forming in her eyes knowing that this change could be what the two needs.
"Yah!" He squealed jumping into her arms.
She held him close as she grabbed her keys and purse as they made haste to the car. On the way out she made sure to admire the quaintness of the neighborhood as she strapped Peter into his car seat. Sensing him uneasy and fussy because being strapped in freaked him out she turned her body and offered a ghost of grin.
"Just for a few minutes baby." She promised, to which he nodded slowly.
Making good on her word they arrived to the daycare services just four minutes later.
Unstrapping him she walked into the front doors and stopped at the desk. A gorgeous woman sat at the other side, dressed in a long blue dress with blond strait hair.
"Hello I'm Clary, I'm here to drop off Peter Fray." She said as he grasped her neck and she adjusted him on her hip.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Helen, Aline and Lydia are in the back. If you want to hand him over I can take him back for you." Helen offered coming from behind the desk. Clary nodded nervously and placed him on the floor dending down to be at his lewel putting her hand on his cheek.
"You be good, I'll be back soon." She said her voice strained and kissed his cheeks.
He threw his arms round her and she responded to the embrace.
"I love you Mama." He whispered.
"I love you too babe." She said stroking his hair. Reluctantly pulling away and standing up.
Helen offered her hand and Clary nodded for her son to take it and he complied.
"If you'll wait here I just need you to sign a few things." She asked, Clary nodded as she watched her son walk through the doors.
Not even seconds later she appeared again going around and placing a stack of papers on the desk.
"These are just general consent forms, and this is something you will sign everyday at pick up and drop off indicating Peter is granted permission to leave with proper care and not some stranger." She joked lightly.
Clary chuckled a bit and accepted the pen. With shaking hands she signed each contract after thoroughly reading each. When she was done her trembling hand slid over the paper.
"Nervous?" Helen asked.
"A little, it's just a new place and I hate leaving him." She frowned.
"I promise he's in good hands." Helen said. Clary nodded apprehensively. "I send my twins here. It really is amazing. There's tons of kids, the Lewis's and the Lightwoods." She finished.
Clary smiled at this. Clary pulled out her phone and showed off her lock screen. "That's my wife Aline, our dog Groot, and the twins in the middle are Hope and Emma." She said proudly.
"We took in the twins just when they was about a month old. There mother died during childbirth, and There father was a very close family friend who also died suddenly." She explained. Clary gave her a sad smile.
"Were not blood but both Aline and me would die for our kids, it a bit weird." Helen pondered.
"Yeah maybe, but love is what makes a family not blood." Clary stated.
"Yes it is, now I don't want to keep you. Lovely meeting you Clary." Helen finished.
"You too, thank you." She said grateful for the woman.
Helen smiled and Clary headed for work. As Clary left Helen smiled appreciating Clary care for the child. However, Helen assumed that Clary was Peter's Aunt or maybe even sister, not a parent, she looked to young.
My first time writing a chapter story. Let me know if you have any ideas or if its bad.
