A/N: Hi everyone. I'm back with another borderline depressing piece. I find it easy to unleash into my work and that's exactly what I am here for.
Thank you again for the review LoveKitKat, I promise when I have enough time (and it doesn't delete itself) I will get that songfic out.
Signing off LLLL xx
As the six-nearly seven- year old Maya sat very still for her mother, who was attempting to braid her hair, tears filled her eyes. Where was he? That was not a little walk. She turned around slightly so she could see her Mom. She looked just as broken as she felt. Life wasn't a happiness ride like Riley had taught her.
As the ten- nearly eleven- year old sat lovingly next to Farkle, she thought about her future. Maybe her and Riley would both have kids. Riley would have a girl, named Olicia, and another girl, named Alylilia shortened to Lily and a boy, named Cayden. She'd be married to Farkle in his large private mansion where they will have maids and butlers. Maybe they'd have a pet, preferably a dog since Maya was allergic to cats. Their lives would be perfect.
Then, she thought about her future. She would have a girl, named Mallory, but unfortunately she wouldn't be married. Maybe divorce. Maybe they were never together in the first place. They would live in a little apartment that's always over-crowded. Then, Maya would have Katy living with her because she'd be old and fragile. Then, Mallory would become friends with the Matthew sisters and wonder why she couldn't have that.
As fifteen-nearly sixteen- year old Maya Sat in front of Lucas' Mama who loved to braid her hair, she thought about the ten year old she used to be. How she didn't believe good things could happen. She didn't believe Lucas could happen. So once again she evaluated her mapped out future.
There would be three girls and one boy. Although at this point Maya was expecting another boy soon. Their names would be Mallory, Sadie Grace, Marley and Brad. The next boy would be called Adam James, shortened to A.J. Their house would be that mansion Maya had always dreamt Riley would own, and maybe she'd even have a little pug. She'd be happily married with Lucas, Katy and Shawn living in the nice cottage house Shawn owns. Once again, Riley and Farkle would have the same future, with Marley and Mallory to befriend the sisters. It would be perfect.
As twenty-five- nearly twenty-six- year old Maya sat clutching her paintings, she thought about where she'd go from here. Her school years were over. Her career in the arts was beginning. Her job at the museum would support her family through the rough time. She married Lucas at twenty-three and is now expecting a baby girl. There could still be hope.
As thirty- nearly thirty-one year old Maya pondered on her life, the only people she saw in it was her family. Riley, Farkle, Katy,Shawn, Lucas' Mama, Grandma, Grandmama, and of course, Pappy Joe. Lucas and Sadie Grace. Her first day at school, if only her father had been here to take the photos. Maya smiled endlessly as her independent daughter ran off to little Olicia. Talk about friendship.
It would be Lucas' and Maya's seventh year anniversary in a week's time. How time flew. The braids still rested on her head, well in her memory, but Mama braided Sadie Grace's hair now and Maya couldn't have been happier.
As thirty-still nearly thirty-one- year old Maya collected her daughter from her first day of school, her tiny voice asked 'why am I called Sadie Grace?' Her heart broke. She had to tell her. Once they got home she would.
"Okay baby girl, are you sure you're comfortable?" She looked adoringly at the five year old who was wrapped in blankets and pillows. She nodded.
"You asked me earlier why your name is Sadie Grace. You know of your Texan heritage because your father was Texan. He loved the name Sadie. I joked around about it for a while, but I grew to love it too. We said if we ever had a baby girl we'd call her Sadie Grace because I loved the name Grace after Sadie. Your father didn't walk out on you, baby girl. We still see his family, you must realise this. Your father passed away after discovering he was ill. Unfortunately the illness couldn't be cured in time, but it's okay. It's just you and me baby girl, that's all I need."
Maya weakly smiled at the young child before putting her to bed, she had a lot to think about. As she tucked herself in she noticed that a tear trickled, causing an endless storm. She was too tired to ever acknowledge that her future would never be the same. Because Lucas Friar, her husband, was dead. And without him, she would never be the same.
A/N: I'm quite proud of this one. Did you get the suspense element? I chose these names because some of them I thought fit for what I wanted, but I chose each name with care. Comment if you want me to enlarge this into a future fic.
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Signing Off LLLL xx
