Chapter 9
Stormie's Point of View
Another little girl in the house. A new friend for Rydel and the boys, as well as a new goal for Rocky. A new someone for Mark and I to take care of. A new child. My new child.
"Here's the kitchen, where we eat all of our meals together as a family." I led Daveigh to the family room, while the rest of he children followed me along the whole tour. "This is the family room, we watch TV, the boys play video games…" We went upstairs. I opened the door opposite the stair case. "The bathroom." I moved to the far right of the staircase. "Ross and Ryland's room." I pointed to the door next to it. "Riker and Rocky's room." I walked over to the room to the far left of the staircase. "Here's me and Mark's, whom you may call Dad, room." Finally I walked to the last door next to our room and opened the door.
"This is Rydel's room, and, now, is yours, too."
Daveigh smiled. The whole room was pink and purple, with touches of Tinkerbell green and a sky blue. But, best of there were tons of…
"Sparkles." Daveigh sighed happily.
"Do you like it? Do you think you'll be okay here?"
"Well, of course! It's wonderful, it's special, it's… Perfect!" She squealed.
"Now, of course, we'll get a bed in here as soon as possible."
"Really?" Daveigh asked with wide eyes.
"Absolutely, of course! Why would you not have your own bed?"
"I didn't used to have my own bed. We didn't used to have any beds at all. We had blankets and pillows… And the floor."
I sighed, and tried to brush away the tears at my eyes. "Well, there's no need to worry about that now… How about you all go play outside, it's such a beautiful day…"