Six
Disclaimer: I love this movie and wish I had something to do with it. But I don't. But- I do somethey plam to kidnap Johnny Depp, hogtie him in my closet and feed him various cheezes. This is a "Before the window" kind of fic. Amy is still there, Ted too (Unfortunitly. What kind of sick freak was Amy anyway? Giving up the Depp? for that!)
The next wednesday, He had a hard time taking Emily to the doctor. She was scared out of her mind of what was going to happen. He sat her down on the bed and made it clear that the worst thing that would happen is that her throat would be a little sore for a while.
"I promise you." He spoke softly, while stroking her hair. "I won't let them do anything dangerous alright? I won't let them hurt you."
"Promise?" Emily asked weakly, he nodded, and she let him take her. Although when they got to the hospital she changed her mind and wanted to flee. When she saw the doctor, she hid her face in Mort's shoulder, softly begging him not to give her to them.
"Calm down Em." Mort cooed. "You'll be fine.." He handed her over to the doctors, but felt bad when she gave him the 'please no' expression. Where her eyes looked at him desperately and she reached her arms out to him. He hated having to let her go, but he would make up for it later.
He waited a few hours before they told him that she was alright. The nurse showed him to Emily's room, and that was where he sat with her until she woke up twenty minutes later.
"Welcome back Em." He smiled.She smiled weakly and held her throat.
"hurts.." She told him hoarsely. Mort stroked her hair and told her not to talk much.
"Don't worry princess, it will pass." Mort kissed the top of her forehead, and sat with her. "Want some icecream?" Emily nodded and he went to get some. He came back with her favorite, vanilla. She ate it happily,letting it sooth her burning throat. She knew Mort wouldn't leave her, she knew it. He sat with her, and he took her back to his house a few hours afterwards. When he got her settled in his bed, comfortable in the pillows and blankets, Laura came home from work.
He went downstairs to greet her in his traditional way, almost knocking her down with a kiss.
"How's Emily?" Laura asked after returning his kiss, he smiled and replied.
"She's fine, aside from her throat being a little sore." She smiled and kissed him.
"wonderful."
"I got her all set up upstairs." Mort grinned proudly.
"Can she stay here?" She started to explain but he was already nodding.
"Of course she can, do you want to stay too?" Laura nodded, Mort grinned and kissed her deeply.
Laura went upstairs to see about her daughter, whom was coloring on some computer paper Mort gave her. She hugged her mother and said that her throat hurt.
"I know baby, but it will stop soon enough." Laura assured her.
For the rest of the night, or at least until nine, when Emily was supposed to be sleeping, Mort and Laura stayed with Emily, watching her draw and taking care of her. They looked like a family, the family Mort wanted. He wanted Emily as his beautiful little girl, he wanted Laura as his beautiful wife, and he wanted them all to live in a beautiful house.
It could happen.
I know. It's possible right?
Right. Laura obviously cares about you and Emily adores you, your at least halfway there.
When Emily went to sleep, Mort and Laura went downstiars to spend some alone time together.
"How did she do?" Laura asked, Mort smiled and told her everything.
"She made me feel bad. She kept begging me not to give her to them and she gave me that look."
"Look?" Laura asked smiling, wanting Mort to imitate it. Which he did, he gave her that desperate 'please no' look. "Aww."
"She almost made me want to take her back." Mort smiled and hugged Laura.
Somehow, Laura ended up resting against him, while he had one of his books in his hands, and was softly reading it to her. He never felt so passionately in love with someone before, not even Amy. He loved Amy, but she never wanted to just rest against him and listen to him read, she always either wanted to go somewhere or play board games, while Mort glanced down at Laura, her eyes half open and his soft breathing slowly putting her to sleep, he felt like he had made the right decision in getting divorced, it wasn't like he had much of a choice at that point.He was glad he didn't get so angry at Amy and didn't do what he wanted to do, shoot her and Ted. He did the right thing, he just packed up, divorced Amy, and left.
The thing he was happiest about, was that three months later, Laura and her sweet little four year old came to his doorstep to meet the neighbors. After two months, he had gotten the nerve to ask Laura and Emily to come to the lake with him, and after that he asked Laura out again. That was also the first time Emily stayed at his house,and became his little girl.
After Laura had fallen asleep on him, he let the book drop on the floor, grabbed a blanket that was sitting on the top of the couch, spread it over her and slept with her on him.
Laura went to work the next day like she always did, and Mort took care of Emily like he always did. While she was sleeping from the medicine she had to take, he wrote. Her birthday was coming up soon and he was writing her a birthday present. He knew how creative she was, and how her mother often struggles for bedtime stories to tell her that she hasn't already heard before. So, he decided to write her a book for a birthday present.
He glanced at the bedroom door while he was typing, and saw Emily walking to him timidly. He opened his arms to her, which made her nearly run to him.
"Hey there princess." He greeted, lifting her off the ground and sitting her in his lap and softly hugging her. "Sleep well?" She nodded groggily and tried to read what he had written, but he wouldn't let her, saying it would "Ruin the surprise."
"Daddy..?" She asked softly. "Why doesn't my other daddy like me like you do?"
"I don't know." He answered honestly, hugging her. "But he isn't around anymore, I love you, you know that right?" Emily nodded, Jeff never said that to her, he never said he loved her. "your my little angel."
"I love you daddy.." She spoke hoarsely, feeling groggy from the medicine and tired from the pain. Mort kissed the top of her head and knew that he would always see her as his little girl, even if he and Laura broke up and she moved away. Emily would still be his little princess and he would love her with his entire heart. Just like he did then. She rested her head against him and asked him what he did for work.
"I write." He told her. "Remember that book I read to you when you stayed over here the first time?" Emily nodded. "I wrote that."
"wow." She tried to sound enthusiastic, but her throat hurt too bad.
"You should go rest now, the more rest you get, the sooner you'll feel better." She nodded and hugged him. After that she retreated back to his room and found the comfortable position that she sat in.Mort smiled as she returned to his room, he did love her, and she would always be his little girl.
But that was a good question, why didn't Jeff love her? Jeff was the man that made Laura carry her, and Mort still loved Emily more than Jeff did. That was a question that would never truly be answered, but Mort didn't care why Jeff didn't love Emily, because the only thing that mattered was that he loved her, and he would always.
