Hello my lovelies, Hope you are doing ok after that less than desirable reveal about the state of #Emison's relationship. But have no fear because it will work out. I think we can guess our girls had a help in that department but two individuals that shall remain nameless. COUGH COUGH (AD & MD) possibly. Anyways Alison is said to be hiding something from her wife and children to keep them safe so we shall see. Anyways heres a little chapter for you to enjoy.
PLEASE NOTE: THE TWINS are aged 4. And yes you will be looking up the song thats in this haha. It will get stuck in your head. im a prescool teacher so songs like this always get stuck in my mind.
Books.
It takes a special kind of person to love them.
To some, books are merely words on paper brought together. To others they are reminders of forests long since dead, yet see books as the perfect example of second birth or reincarnation. To others books are portals to other worlds, other realms, other plains of existence. Evidence of journeys taken, roads unseen, lives people didnt know they could lead. Books are the place where the impossible becomes the possible, dreams become reality, ideas become truth. Stories are born.
For stories have been told and retold for centuries but not without sacrifice. A debt must first be paid. A tree must give its life. Surrendering to the inevitable fate it has known since it was a young sapling dreaming it would one day reach past the heavens.
A great mighty oak, a soft fir, a spindly pine, a tall gum. All once steadfast and strong. Once tall and proud as church steeples. Acting as guardians to the vast and lush lands they inhabit. Protecting mother earth's creatures both great and small.
Their roots once at home, safe and warm deep in the earth's soil. Now atop it, deathly still. Eeery and deafening in its silence. Slain. Reduced to wood chips ready to be flattened, pressed and processed beyond recognition to make way for its new life as paper.
Born again like a phoenix from the ashes of its previous life. Destined to not only live but survive, over and over again. Giving them breath once more. Enriching the lives of every man, woman and child that seek magic and wonder between the pages with the hope that they may come across someone just like them. Someone searching for answers to questions they didn't know they had.
Someone whom shares in their joy, their sorrow, their struggles, their triumphs. Maybe they're simply searching for a friend. Someone who understands. Each book is a friend to those that appreciate them. Old, new, borrowed and blue. Each is a gift.
To Alison books were all these things. they were her saving grace; in some of the most lowest points her life. From the numerous picture books she devoured as a small child in the glow of her flashlight. To the fairytales that raised her. Feeding her young mind with hero's and heroines alike battling dragons, all manner of creatures undertaking daring and dangerous quests, princes rescuing the fairest of maidens from certain death with true loves kiss, where light and love triumph over the dark forces of evil.
However, like all fairytales life has its fair share of tragedies. Sometimes the good guys dont always win. Sometimes the hero falls. Preparing her to face the harsh reality that happily ever after may only exist in the pages of a book. Even so, Alison wanted to pass this love of reading onto her children, Savannah & Noah. So every week without fail she would take them, driving the twenty of so minutes to the local library for what she liked to call 'Fairytale Fridays'. The kids loved it so much that most of every thursday night they struggled to sleep from all the excitement that was sure to engulf them the following morning. To the twins it was like havng christmas morning all the time. To them it was the thrill of guessing what the story could possibly be about. Having gotten ready they jump in the car setting off. As Alison drives she and the twins loudly (and maybe out of tune) sing along to the twins favourite song 'Skidamarink'.
'Skidamarink, a dink, a dink, Skidamarink a doo,
I love you.
Skidamarink, a dink, a dink, Skidamarink a doo,
I love you.
I love you in the morning & in the afternoon,
I love you in the evening and underneath the moon;
Oh Skidamarink, a dink, a dink, Skidamarink a doo,
I love you'.
Singing it over and over again. As those were the only words. It was so catchy but to Alison and Emily's relief they had moved on from the now infamous Baby Shark song. Thankfully this is one they actually enjoyed. The twins had learnt it in preschool as part of their mothers day concert. So it was a cherished favourite. The three of them are enjoying themselves until the song stops and Savannah speaks.
"Mummy?"
"Yes Savvy" Alison says spotting her daughter through the rear view mirror.
"Why doesn't Mama come with us?"
Alison ponders the question as she keeps her eyes on the road. They'd gone on this library trips many times but this is the first time either of the twins have questioned Emily's absence. "Mama likes to see & sleepover at Grammy's house on weekends."
"But why?" Savannah asks "Doesn't she love us anymore?"
"Oh she loves us all very much. She loves Grammy too. So Mama likes to make sure she's safe and happy. Grammy gets lonely in that house all by herself." Alison replies
"Aww poor Grammy. She must miss him a lot. Does Grammy have friends like you and Mama? " Noah added.
Alison nods "Yes she does miss him alot. Grammy also has friends but grown ups are busy alot."
Savannah speaks up again having been distracted with the sights out the car window. "Where did Poppy Wayne go Mummy?" before alison can open her mouth to answer Noah chimes in "He's in heaven with Nanny right Mummy?"
Alison nods again "Yes Noah. Poppy Wayne and Nanny Jess are in heaven."
"Why does Grammy get sad then? Can't she visit him?" her daughter asks curiously.
"No sweetie. Heaven is a special place-"
"Like Neverland!" Savannah interrupts excitedly.
"Sort of. It's a bit like that. Its a very special place that one day we all get to go and stay forever." she says finally.
"I wanna go there now!"
"You can't go yet Savvy. We too little." Noah tells her again shaking his pointer finger at her.
"That's right Noah. You have to stay here and look after Mummies, Grammy & Pepe."
The twins nod in agreement. "We promise Mummy."
"We should go see Grammy." Savannah suggests
"Yeah, Grammy loves our cuddles. She says they always make her all toasty like melty marshmallows." Noah adds
Alison thinks this is wonderful idea and swiftly makes a U-turn when its safe to do turning the car back the way they had come. "Good idea babies. Are you sure? You'll miss story time." she states making sure they understand.
"Grammy and Mama need us." her son states.
"Yeah go quick mummy."
Alison smiles again and reboots the cd to start the song again.
'Skidamarink, a dink, a dink, Skidamarink a doo,
I love you.
Skidamarink, a dink, a dink, Skidamarink a doo,
I love you.
I love you in the morning & in the afternoon,
I love you in the evening and underneath the moon;
Oh Skidamarink, a dink, a dink, Skidamarink a doo,
I love you'.
Soon enough Alison pulls up in the driveway of Pam's house. Both her wife and her mother-in-law are sitting on the porch steps in the morning sun with mugs in hand. Her mother in law still in her pj's. "Babe? What are you doing here?" Emily questions
"The kids thought Grammy could use some extra toasty cuddles today. Right babies?"
"Right Mummy." The twins race over to Pam "Grammy!"
"Careful guys, Grammy has coffee in her hands," Emily informs. Immediately the kids hault in front of the steps.
"We didnt want Grammy to be lonely."Noah tells the two women as Alison joins them.
"Yeah Mummy said that Grammy gets lonely without Poppy Wayne."
Tears are evident at the rims of Pam's eyes. "Oh my sweet things, i could never be lonely with you two looking out for me."
"Even so we thought it best to turn around and spend the day altogether." Alison told the older woman greeting her with a hug as they all made their way inside. "Does Grammy have cookie?"
Pam winked "You know where they are but remember to leave some of the jam ones ok"
Noah and Savannah agree "Ok." before running off.
Hope you enjoyed that one. This was originally going to be a story about the twins going to the library for stories but it seems many other people had similar ideas. So i went with this instead. If you have any ideas for other oneshots ,send them through, Please review.
