Mother Daughter Dynamic
Chapter 4 One Last Look
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New Version Plots: Twins; premature birth, boy twin dies leaving Abby and Luka with girl
Dream version: previous story up until chapter 4, in chapter 4 Abby awakes to find it was only a dream... interested? Leave me a review. I'll put the first chapters up asap.
Abigail had been quiet most of the morning, a relief to her grieving mother. Luka's funeral was just a couple hours away and Abby was preparing herself to exit the house for the first time in days. Her face stared back at her from the mirror in the dark bathroom, lightly blushed with powder. She was trying her best to correct the puffiness and tired look in her eyes but she hadn't dealt well without sleep. With a small sigh she changed into her black pants and the long sleeved shirt she'd bought at the mall a while back. It was nothing special, seeing as how she didn't know much of what to do with herself.
Her hair was tossed light and pleasant about her face, neat as it had been since she had arrived home from the hospital. It had taken her ages to remove the knots and kinks, but she was finally ready to leave. She stood behind the couch, listening for any sound from Abigail and contemplating whether to eat or not. She turned toward the kitchen, knowing how miserable she would become without food. Toasting a bagel and adorning it with a spread of cream cheese she exited the kitchen and sat down on the couch. The remote lay sprawled in the center of the floor from when she had fell on it in the middle of the night.
She set her bagel on the couch arm and turned on the TV silently. The news was on, from when she had come home that first night, totally out of it. There were a few clips from highway accidents, some road safety and construction issues…. She sighed and flipped it off. Boring. It was almost time to go out. She finished her bagel and stood to look out at the dull street below. It had been raining late into the night, keeping her awake until almost one.
She brushed the crumbs from her fingers and lifted her daughter from her crib, sweetly dressed in a soft pink jumper Neela had bought for them. She gurgled quietly, not making much fuss, as if she understood this was a quiet day. Abby took her out to the car, feeling glad that the rain had stopped to make their drive less hectic. She didn't realize how scary cars were going to be until she was in one again. That first day coming home it had been a mere distraction in her dazed mind. Today it was a big deal. Driving. The accident. It had messed up everything. She sighed, hands fiercely gripping the wheel.
'Come on Abby…' She drove silent, slow and careful. Nothing would distract her. She cited every motion of the other drivers and focused on the road totally. By the time she reached the church she had almost forgotten why she was out. She walked inside, heels tapping across the walk. Her colleagues were standing, hands folded, heads bent… They smiled at her kindly. She was scared of them. She rested Abigail on her hip. No one had come to visit, or see how she was doing or asked about the baby. No phone calls, nothing. She sighed, returning their soft smiles.
As she came closer Ray and Morris kindly extended their hands, "Hi Abby, it's good to see you." Sam was next, hugging her tightly and Alex stood handsomely by her side. She realized the redness of Sam's eyes, she had probably been almost as bad off as Abby. Next was Neela, weak and shy looking, sorry that she hadn't called, hadn't come to see her… "Abby… how are you? I'm so sorry I didn't come to see you." Her eyes brightened as Abigail looked at her, eyes shining and 'ooed.'
"I'm fine. I missed seeing everyone, but I got on alright." She smiled a little and walked inside the church with her. She stepped off by herself for a moment, quietly turning back to Neela. "I'm going to take her to see him…" It was hard to keep her voice from faltering but with held high she brought her daughter down the aisle to the half open casket. Flowers from all different people adorned it in peace as sweet as his sleeping face. She smiled softly and lifted a shaky hand to stroke his cheek one last time. She lifted Abigail closer, her small arms reaching towards her father's face. "Say goodbye to Daddy Abby…" She sighed to herself and looked over his peaceful body.
"I love you Luka…"