a/n: so that last chapter was pretty much setting up the plot for this story a bit. This chapter is kinda a bunch of words jumbled together, but yeah.. xD
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now to the chapterrrrr (morro is 2 in this chapter)
Chapter 2
Morro crawled into his sister's room with a piece of toast in his mouth. It was an early morning, but a very special morning, at that. Samaria was peacefully sleeping, but not for long.
Morro climbed onto her bed, although it was a struggle, and sat on her legs. He took the piece of toast out of his mouth and held it in his tiny hands.
"Sis?" Morro brushed one of his hands against her arm.
Samaria remained sleeping.
"Sis... wakey." he pinched Samaria's wrist.
She jolted up in wake.
"Morro? What time is it? And how did you get in here?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"Is wakey time o' clock," Morro responded, looking into her hazel eyes. "and is your brifday."
"Morro, it is not my birthday."
"Yes. Is your brifday," Morro looked down at the piece of toast. "And dis for you."
Samaria reluctantly took the toast.
"Thank you?"
"You eat it, silly." Morro giggled.
"Oh... oh, okay." she took a small bite of it. "Mmm..."
"Do you like it?"
"I do." she forced a smile, as to make her brother happy.
"YAY!" Morro giggled in delight.
"Alright, time for breakfast, goofball." Samaria picked him up and took him into the kitchen.
"I alweady ate bweakfast!" Morro giggled.
"Oh? What did you-" she trailed off as she saw what a mess the kitchen was.
"Morrroooooo..." Samaria groaned.
"What did I do wong?" Morro asked, looking at Samaria with adorable baby eyes.
"Nothing." she set him on the table and began cleaning up.
Morro observed his older sister's actions. What had he done wrong? Why was Samaria mad at him? He just wanted to help.
"I hewp cyeen," Morro stated.
"what?" Samaria turned to him.
"I hewp cyeen," Morro repeated.
"Cyeen...?"
"I. Hewp. Cyeen. Does you not undewstands?" Morro tilted his head.
Samaria rolled her eyes and ignored him. Morro slipped off the table and toddled into the kitchen. He plopped on the floor with a soft oof and started picking things up. Samaria looked down at him in the realization that he wanted to help clean the kitchen.
"If you really wanna help," she wet a rag and handed it to him. "you can clean the floor."
"I'm a hewper." Morro giggled and began to wipe the floor.
Samaria nodded and proceeded to finish the cleanup.
A little while later
Morro sat in a stroller as Samaria skipped along the sidewalk. Rachel was pushing little Morro.
"Where are we going?" Samaria asked.
"You'll see," Rachel replied.
"Mama?" Morro asked, looking up at his mother.
"Hm?"
"Whewe we goin'?" Morro asked.
Rachel laughed, "You'll see."
"I wanna know now..." Morro began to cry.
Samaria glared at her mother and took Morro out of the stroller.
"How dare you make my little cinnamon roll cry." she scolded, soothing Morro. Rachel sighed in shame.
Morro eventually stopped crying but wanted to stay with Samaria. Samaria sat in the stroller and Morro sat on her lap. Rachel continued to push the stroller down the sidewalk. They stopped as they approached a store.
"What do we need here?" Samaria asked, curiously.
"None yo business." Morro crossed his arms.
Samaria and Rachel looked at him, evidently shocked. Morro looked up at them with his signature smile of innocence.
"I coot. I can get away wif dat," he laughed. "Sissy said so."
Rachel looked at Samaria confused. Samaria blushed.
"Wh-what? When did I say that...?" She asked.
"Yestewday, da day befowe dat, wast week, da week befowe dat, and," Morro looked down at his hands. "and I cawcuwated (calculated) about seven hundwed miwwion times."
Rachel and Samaria laughed. Morro looked at them confused as to why they were laughing.
"Seven hundred million, huh?" Rachel smiled.
Morro nodded.
"Okay then, squirt. Seven hundred million."
Morro giggled as the trio entered the store.
Morro had fallen asleep in the store. They exited with a straw basket full of vegetables and Samaria had a silver coin; Rachel had given the little leftover money to Samaria, feeling bad that she couldn't give her anything else for her birthday.
"How has the day been?" Rachel asked as they walked back into the house.
"Wonderful," Samaria replied, "but..."
"But?"
"It would've been better if daddy was here..." she trailed off.
"Oh..." Rachel gently picked up Morro and took him into his room.
Rachel sighed heavily, suddenly realizing that soon Morro would be old enough to be curious as to why he didn't have a father. She had no idea what she would tell him.
'Oh yeah, your father was a serial killer and stole you from me when you were born to kill you, but I saved you by killing him single-handedly.'
She couldn't say that. Not to him... what did it matter? He was 2 years old. He wasn't aware of anything yet. Not even Samaria knew what had happened to their father- only Rachel. And she intended on keeping it that way for as long as possible. If she could, she would take that secret to her grave.
She peeked in at sleeping Morro one more time before exiting the room.
