AN: I just got bored and wanted to write something out...I will write it out better later on in its own story/one-shot...enjoy...and please review so that I know somebody is actually enjoying this! Thanks my lovelies!
She had always known there was something special about her baby girl. Sure, every mother thinks that about her child and perhaps every child is special in their own way...but her baby girl...was truly special. She was...and is...The One.
She remembered the day that her little bundle of sunshine was born. The cliche crying of a newborn babe was not heard when the doctor held up the little girl. Instead, she met the beautiful azure blue eyes of her baby girl. Even just a few seconds old, the girl already knew how to grin and giggle, filling the new mother's heart with joy. That day her life changed forever.
She remembered the terrible twos...of course her baby girl didn't go through that phase. It was the Terrific Twos for her baby girl. Never before had she met a child as joyful or delighting as her little bunny.
She remembered the day her baby went to kindergarten, letting go of her mommy's hand to run into the school. She turned back just once, right before she went into the doors, to wave at her and give her that gorgeous smile.
She remember the day her baby girl came home with another little girl in tow, a girl with vibrant red hair. She knew they would be wonderful friends.
She remembered the day her bunny started down the road to womanhood...and the explanation about why exactly she wasn't dying just because she was bleeding...
She remembered the day she started to talk to her about boys, the previously known to be bane of the bunny's existence.
She remembered the day, the first of many days, that her daughter would come home looking exhausted, a nasty bruise barely visible under the shirt when she stood on her tiptoes to reach a glass in the cupboard.
She remembered every day after that when her baby girl would come home hurt. She remembered every night that she lay in bed, listening to her sneak out in the middle of the night.
She remembered the day her baby didn't come home...and the day after...and the day after that and the day after that...she had given excuses to her husband about why their baby wasn't home, an excuse of a study group with the friends she had recently become quite...caught up with.
She remembered when she came home finally, and was acting like before she had been sporting that first bruise.
She remembered when the odd behavior started back up...and the presence of a certain name on her baby's lips and mind.
She remembered as the days and weeks passed, bruises and cuts coming and going, the friend pool continually growing (and eventually including a male).
She also remembered the day that her husband first realized about that male's presence...and the shotgun cleaning bonanza that followed.
She remembered when her baby came home with that ring on her finger. That was the first day that she had actually noticed the silver that was beginning to show in the odangoes.
She remembered the night that her baby and the fiance joined them for dinner and the news afterward. The news that there was a blizzard brewing in the USA that was bigger than any before.
The next thing she remembered then was watching as her little girl, now a young woman, told her not to worry. That everything would be okay.
It seemed like just the next day that she woke up, freezing, to find her baby gone.
She remembered walking out into the street to find everything frozen solid. A light from the sky caused the ice to sparkle. Realizing it wasn't the sun, she had looked up to find her baby girl with the wings of an angel.
She remembered the sound of her girl's voice reassuring the people of Earth that all would be better now. That everything was safe.
She remembered the day the queen was crowned...her baby girl as a queen!
She remembered the day her girl was wed to her King.
She remembered the day her baby's baby was born...and that's when the memories started to fade.
She could still remember when her own husband passed away...and the tears that fell from her baby's eyes.
She could still remember when the bluenette informed her that she was fading...that her time of gaining new memories was fading...
She would always remember looking into her daughter's eyes and seeing the hero that saved them all. She could see the knowledge and with it, the fear, of the fading...
She would never forget.
Her baby girl.