Dave's eyes shot open as he awoke from the dream. God that had been so realistic…he had to go check on Cale to make sure he was all right.
He slowly got out of bed and walked into his son's room. The night light was on illuminating everything and he could see his son's chest slightly rising and falling. Why did he have to have these damn nightmares? Why couldn't he just enjoy the short time that he had with Cale? Because he didn't want Cale to die, because Cale was his son and he was scared to death of loosing him.
Dave smiled as he saw the blond boy turn in his bed mumbling something in his sleep, that was probably a trait Cale had gotten from him.
There were so many things that were like him, and there were so many things that were like his mother. Cale had his humor and smile and the smart mouth, as his mother told him, but he had his mother's eyes and skin. That was what had attracted Dave to Cale's mother, the eye's, those beautiful deep eyes. He had often felt that he was drowning when he looked into Ivy's eyes, he felt the same when he looked into his son's blue eyes. Dave could tell that Cale had picked up on his rebel habits.
God it had been hell when Cale learnt the word no. He remembered the first time Cale had told him no.
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"Cale come on, we got to get ready!" Dave had yelled as he slipped on his own shoes. Ever since Cale had watched some cartoon, he had insisted that he was a big boy and could dress himself. So far, he had forgotten to put on his underwear, his shirt and pants had been inside out and backwards, but still Cale insisted on getting himself dressed, no matter how many times he got it wrong. "Cale if you don't got it write this time I'm coming in there and doing it right." He said as he started walking into the bathroom getting all of the toothbrushes and Tooth past out.
"Daddy I done!" Cale yelled running into the bathroom where his father was putting toothpaste on the toothbrush. "EWWW! Daddy that grosh! I don' wan tha stuff!" Cale yelled as he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Get back in here and brush your teeth, You're getting the good kind today." He yelled, a little annoyed but not mad yet.
"NO!" Cale yelled and started running around the small apartment. "NO NO NO!! NO Nasty stuff!" Cale screamed at the top of his lungs.
Dave shook his head and sighed as he started to chase after Cale. "Cale, come on we're going to be late!" He yelled back as he tripped over one of Cale's trucks. "Ow!" He yelled as his face slammed into the floor. "Michael come here right now!"
Cale knowing his father only called him Michael when he was mad ran toward the bathroom and slammed the door shut and locking it. "NO!"
"Cale! Did you lock that Door?" He yelled as he turned the knob. "Come on open up!"
"NO, I'm gonna stay in here tha resht of my life!"
"Oh no your not, Your going to open this door this minute!"
"NO!"
"Michael!"
"NO!"
"OPEN…"
"NO!"
"THE…"
"NO!"
"DOOR!"
"NO!"
"Then I'll open the door!" He yelled as ran to the kitchen grabbing a knife. When had he started telling him no. Right than that was the first time. Obviously, his son made the first time count just like his father. He quickly unlocked the door to see his son brushing his teeth with his toothbrush.
"Hi ahhee" Cale said with the toothbrush in his mouth.
"Cale, why'd you go and do that?" Cale just shrugged his shoulders as he continued to brush his teeth. "You made me mad, don't do it again." Dave said as he grabbed his own toothbrush and starting to brush his own teeth.
Cale took the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit the toothpaste out. "I sohrry daddy," Cale said and gave Dave a hug.
"All right, but when we get back your still going into the corner!"
"NO!" Not again.
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Dave woke up to someone snuggling on his lap. "Cale, whatcha doing?" He asked as his son rubbed his head into his chest.
"I don't wanna go to Mrsh. Burningham. I wanna stay with you." Cale cried as he clung to his father.
"I don't want you to get sick Cale." Dave said as he hugged Cale.
"I won't I promish, I wanna stay with you, I don' wanna go wid Mama, I don' wanna go ta Mrsh. Burningham's, I wanna stay wid yoo!" Cale cried some more clinging tighter to Dave.
"You can't stop yourself from being sick Cale." Dave said feeling the tears come to his own eyes.
"Daddy!" Cale cried not letting go.
"Cale… I don't want you to go either, but I don't want you to get sick."
"Yoor not sick! I can stay wid you!!" Cale cried.
"Cale…come on Cale… Don't do this." Dave started to cry as his son shook with the sobs of a three year old wanting to stay with his father. "Okay okay, but if I'm sick again, than you got to go. I can't help it okay? Okay?"
"Okay." Cale said sniffiling and wiping his nose on his arm.
"Don't worry Cale all right. Everything will be all right."
Okay, yeah I know it's short sorry, nexxt part should be longer.
He slowly got out of bed and walked into his son's room. The night light was on illuminating everything and he could see his son's chest slightly rising and falling. Why did he have to have these damn nightmares? Why couldn't he just enjoy the short time that he had with Cale? Because he didn't want Cale to die, because Cale was his son and he was scared to death of loosing him.
Dave smiled as he saw the blond boy turn in his bed mumbling something in his sleep, that was probably a trait Cale had gotten from him.
There were so many things that were like him, and there were so many things that were like his mother. Cale had his humor and smile and the smart mouth, as his mother told him, but he had his mother's eyes and skin. That was what had attracted Dave to Cale's mother, the eye's, those beautiful deep eyes. He had often felt that he was drowning when he looked into Ivy's eyes, he felt the same when he looked into his son's blue eyes. Dave could tell that Cale had picked up on his rebel habits.
God it had been hell when Cale learnt the word no. He remembered the first time Cale had told him no.
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"Cale come on, we got to get ready!" Dave had yelled as he slipped on his own shoes. Ever since Cale had watched some cartoon, he had insisted that he was a big boy and could dress himself. So far, he had forgotten to put on his underwear, his shirt and pants had been inside out and backwards, but still Cale insisted on getting himself dressed, no matter how many times he got it wrong. "Cale if you don't got it write this time I'm coming in there and doing it right." He said as he started walking into the bathroom getting all of the toothbrushes and Tooth past out.
"Daddy I done!" Cale yelled running into the bathroom where his father was putting toothpaste on the toothbrush. "EWWW! Daddy that grosh! I don' wan tha stuff!" Cale yelled as he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Get back in here and brush your teeth, You're getting the good kind today." He yelled, a little annoyed but not mad yet.
"NO!" Cale yelled and started running around the small apartment. "NO NO NO!! NO Nasty stuff!" Cale screamed at the top of his lungs.
Dave shook his head and sighed as he started to chase after Cale. "Cale, come on we're going to be late!" He yelled back as he tripped over one of Cale's trucks. "Ow!" He yelled as his face slammed into the floor. "Michael come here right now!"
Cale knowing his father only called him Michael when he was mad ran toward the bathroom and slammed the door shut and locking it. "NO!"
"Cale! Did you lock that Door?" He yelled as he turned the knob. "Come on open up!"
"NO, I'm gonna stay in here tha resht of my life!"
"Oh no your not, Your going to open this door this minute!"
"NO!"
"Michael!"
"NO!"
"OPEN…"
"NO!"
"THE…"
"NO!"
"DOOR!"
"NO!"
"Then I'll open the door!" He yelled as ran to the kitchen grabbing a knife. When had he started telling him no. Right than that was the first time. Obviously, his son made the first time count just like his father. He quickly unlocked the door to see his son brushing his teeth with his toothbrush.
"Hi ahhee" Cale said with the toothbrush in his mouth.
"Cale, why'd you go and do that?" Cale just shrugged his shoulders as he continued to brush his teeth. "You made me mad, don't do it again." Dave said as he grabbed his own toothbrush and starting to brush his own teeth.
Cale took the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit the toothpaste out. "I sohrry daddy," Cale said and gave Dave a hug.
"All right, but when we get back your still going into the corner!"
"NO!" Not again.
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Dave woke up to someone snuggling on his lap. "Cale, whatcha doing?" He asked as his son rubbed his head into his chest.
"I don't wanna go to Mrsh. Burningham. I wanna stay with you." Cale cried as he clung to his father.
"I don't want you to get sick Cale." Dave said as he hugged Cale.
"I won't I promish, I wanna stay with you, I don' wanna go wid Mama, I don' wanna go ta Mrsh. Burningham's, I wanna stay wid yoo!" Cale cried some more clinging tighter to Dave.
"You can't stop yourself from being sick Cale." Dave said feeling the tears come to his own eyes.
"Daddy!" Cale cried not letting go.
"Cale… I don't want you to go either, but I don't want you to get sick."
"Yoor not sick! I can stay wid you!!" Cale cried.
"Cale…come on Cale… Don't do this." Dave started to cry as his son shook with the sobs of a three year old wanting to stay with his father. "Okay okay, but if I'm sick again, than you got to go. I can't help it okay? Okay?"
"Okay." Cale said sniffiling and wiping his nose on his arm.
"Don't worry Cale all right. Everything will be all right."
Okay, yeah I know it's short sorry, nexxt part should be longer.