The Phantom's Angel Broken Inside~11
Soooo this genius just realized she had suddenly changed Melody from a three year old to a five year old...so if I had at all in any of the chapters before this one and chapter one left a part in claiming she was five, tell me where please and thank you!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Phantom of the Opera
Now enjoy the story lovelies! :D
The sound of someone knocking on the door, stirred me from my sleep and my eyes fluttered open. My eyebrows furrowed when I noticed I was on the bed and looked over to see Melody was in the bed as well. What the...am I starting to sleep walk or was I so tired I don't remember how I got from the couch to the bed? I sat up and whomever was at the door knocked again.
I groaned and climbed out of bed, and trudged over to the door. I unlocked it and was greeted by the sight of Adam fully dressed with a brown bag and a can of Dr. Pepper and apple juice. "Damn you look like you are hungover!" He commented. I cocked an eyebrow and took the can of Dr. Pepper out of his hand. "Gee thanks a lot, Adam, I appreciate the compliment." I grumbled and opened the can as I opened the door more for him.
I took a swig from the can and heard the door close. "Where's Melody?" He asked. "Asleep on the bed like I was not that long ago." I mumbled sleepily. My eyes landed on the french doors and I nearly spat out the soda when I remembered I forgot to lock them! That is very stupid to do considering I have a very adventerous three year old daughter. I rushed over to them and I stared at the lock puzzled.
Okay now I am really losing it. I know I left those doors unlocked. "Hope, you alright?" Adam asked. "Uh...I'm not sure anymore. It's just...I know I accidentally left those doors unlocked, but somehow they're locked." I admitted. "Maybe you started sleepwalking and locked them?" He suggested. Okay...let's just go with that, because this all sounds pretty crazy right now. "What's in the bag?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
He cocked an eyebrow and the made an 'o' with his mouth. "I brought our lovely ladies breakfast while the two drunkards get over their hangover." He told me. "Aw! Thank you so much, Adam!" I told him and walked back over to him, snatching the bag from him. "Uncle Adam!" Melody squealed and all I saw was a blur of sandy brown curls bouncing as she tackled Adam into a hug. "Morning!" She greeted. He chuckled and patted her head.
"I brought you apple juice." He told her. Her lavender eyes lit up with joy and he handed her the juice. "Yay! Thank you!" She chirped. I demand to know how she can be so cheerful in the morning and I'm over here like the walking dead? What is my daughter's secrets to these special abilities?
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"Melody Rose Destler, you get back here right now!" I called, causing a few passengers to glance over at me, as Melody tried to run off to find her seat on the plane. She froze the moment she heard me use her full name and looked over at me apologetically and did as requested. She knew very well she is not allowed to leave my side when we're boarding planes and the fact she did it, really was not okay. "Sorry, Mommy." She mumbled and took my held out hand. I led her to our seats and she sat down at the window seat. I sat down next to her and gave her a disbeliving look.
"I thought we went through the rules of boarding a plane before?" I asked her. "I'm sorry, Mommy, I was just super excited to go to Italily." She told me. I forced back a snicker when I heard how she pernounced Italy. I sighed heavily and cupped her cheek. "I know you're very excited, but you still need to listen to Mommy's rules. I love you very much and I don't want anything bad to happen to my little songbird." I told her. She nodded and leaned up to peck my cheek. "I won't run off again, I promise." She assured me.
I ruffled her hair gently and pecked her forehead. "I'll hold you to it, Little Missy." I teased. "Finally! I get to share a plane ride with you two!" Marcus exasperated. I looked over and smirked at him. "What trying to stay away from Adam and Zane?" I teased. "Mostly Adam, still giving him a hard time about when we arrived to London." He teased and Melody tugged my sleeve. I looked over at her and raised an eyebrow. "Can I sit next to Uncle Marcus?" She asked. "I guess...only if you say please." I told her. "Pretty, pretty, pretty please with whip cream and cherries on top?" She asked. I chuckled and nodded. I got up so she can easily just hop over to the next seat.
My eyes landed on a gentleman sitting behind where Melody is now sitting, and noticed he was dressed in a dark dress shirt, black jeans, a black trench coat and was wearing a black fedora that was tilted towards his face just like how...I quicly shook that thought away. The man is probably just sleeping and is keeping the lights out of his eyes. I sat down by the window and leaned back in my chair.
"Hey, Hope, is it alright if Melody watches cartoons on my tablet?" Marcus asked. I glanced over at him and shrugged. "As long as they're age appropiate it's fine." I told him. "Soooo boring cartoon shows that are going to put me to sleep?" He groaned. "Just play Little Einstiens, she'll make sure you stay awake so you can sing along with her on every single song they sing." I told him. "I don't sing, I growl." He argued.
"Tell that to Melody." I told him, knowing already very well whom is going to win this.