Author's Notes: Actually they are on the bottom, so read the chapter then go to the author's notes... :-) And just a little random hint or fact: this story was written in third person limited point of view (meaning Abby's...) track back slowly to English or Lit class and just remember the guidelines for this POV...
She placed the two light candles upon the fading granite. The graves stood upon a hill, under a tree, shaded from the sun in the summer, the rain in the spring, the snow in the winter, and the wind in the fall. They were alone in their standing, nothing around for miles, the silence of the area was relaxing, almost peaceful. The birds chirped a single note every few minutes, but that could even be overlooked. The ground had just begun to settle in, and the imprints of where the holes had been once dug were still fresh. The grass had begun to fade together, getting rid of the rectangular shapes that had been so evident only months before. She rearranged the flowers, setting a fresh bouquet on each side. The sun wasn't out, the sky overcast with grey clouds, threatning rain. It wasnt' so suprising, since every time she came down here, the weather was the same. She shifted around the graves, pushing away the weeds that had begun to invade. She only visited once a month. It was all she could bare. She needed to let go of her past, move on, but it was difficult. It was almost impossible. She took the rag she had brought and begun to wipe away the dirt that engulfed the lettering, the angels being covered by a mist of black. Everything had fallen apart at once. Sometimes she thought it might be for the best, other times all she wanted to do was give her life up for them. But there was nothing she could do now. It was all over.
She saw a little hand come over to her, and place two identical roses on two identical graves. She picked up Millie and pushed her hood on her head. The weather was deteriorting, and the wind was fierce, even more so on this hill. The candles she lit had long since been blown out. She felt the mass of brown curls dig into her shoulder as she balanced her on her arms. She was getting bigger and bigger every day. She was going to be three in a month and a half. It had been almost three years since it all happened. Everything at once. Storming down. Crashing and burning. Destroying her.
She heard another set of footsteps coming up behind her, his arm going over her shoulder, and with his other ruffling the tired figure she held. She gently passed her daughter to him, since he had better tolerance for holding her than she did.
"It's getting late."
She nodded her head, and closed her eyes. She took her palm and kissed it, then placing it down on the ground. Symbolic routine. She didn't know why.
She turned around, joining him waiting for her. Their daughter was long since asleep. They headed down the steep hill, like they did every month. His arm went back around her shoulder, and she leaned into his chest, the wave of comfort rushing over her.
They reached the car, waiting patietnly on the dirt road, two figures leaning against it.
"Mom, dad, are we going yet?"
She smiled a faint smile.
"Yeah, John, we're heading home."
She saw her son's relieved look. And he aimed grab the handle of the car. He was quickly slapped away.
"Annette. What did I tell you about fighting with your brother??"
She watched her daughter do the usual ritual of rolling her eyes, and open the door, letting John inside. She took Mille from Carter and placed her inside the child safety seat that both insisted on using, forever. They were a bit overprotective. No harm in that. She shut the door, looking at her husband.
"Are you okay?"
She closed her eyes and nodded her head, her smile breaking through again.
"I didn't believe I could ever truely get rid of Erik and Maggie."
He nodded his head.
"You never will."
She nodded her head, and walked towards him.
"I love you."
She embraced him, feeling a kiss on her forehead.
"I love you, too."
They stayed in the hug for a while.
"I just wished that our four children would be able to get to know their grandparents, and their uncles and aunts, screwed up as they may be..."
She felt him give her a push back.
"Four?"
She nodded her head, a true smile finally breaking through.
"Four, you know that number after three?"
They looked into each other's eyes. For everything that they had ever been through. For everything that had ever gone wrong, these were the moments that made everything better, that made up for all the lies, the hate, the pain, the tears. Everything. Because life was perfect for that one second. And nothing could bring them down. Nothing. Because in THE END they would be together, through thick and thin. Good and bad. Forever.
Author's Notes: Third person limited is just the one person's view point.. You only know what that ONE person is thinking, and that is very misleading at times... Sorry I had to do it. I needed a twist. I'm a huge Carby. I needed a happy ending.. Angst was getting to me. You didn't think that I could actually kill off the poor kids!?!?! LOL I'm shutting up, but anyways I had a great run, this was the first update, chapter fic that I have ever done, and 26 chapters and millions of reviews later, I am a better writer, and I am also thankful for everyone who encouraged me. You guys were the greatest reviewers I have ever had the pleasure of pleasing!! I made alot of new friends, and had a great time. I'm hoping to start something new soon, and as always, give me your ideas!!! :-) But I need to do one final list of shoutouts: ERFANatic, Fuuruma, Faith, Catie, Cool Cat, CarbyLuv, Canard, Kattybaby2318, Taylor Wise, HyperPiper91, Helen, FanficwReader, CarbyLuvRR, Rouge Fan, Tina, CARTERJOHN, Silver Crystal Tear, Missa32189, Mberger88, Sarah, Abb, Carby 24/7, IDon'tWriteIJustRead, E, Nobody, Maven, Lily, Tammi, Jennie, Maggie, Carbytrekie, Lisa, Honeybear1, Mandi, JConeg, and AJ.. You guys were awesome. Thank you so much for the much needed support and just everything. I am ever grateful!!! THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!!!
She placed the two light candles upon the fading granite. The graves stood upon a hill, under a tree, shaded from the sun in the summer, the rain in the spring, the snow in the winter, and the wind in the fall. They were alone in their standing, nothing around for miles, the silence of the area was relaxing, almost peaceful. The birds chirped a single note every few minutes, but that could even be overlooked. The ground had just begun to settle in, and the imprints of where the holes had been once dug were still fresh. The grass had begun to fade together, getting rid of the rectangular shapes that had been so evident only months before. She rearranged the flowers, setting a fresh bouquet on each side. The sun wasn't out, the sky overcast with grey clouds, threatning rain. It wasnt' so suprising, since every time she came down here, the weather was the same. She shifted around the graves, pushing away the weeds that had begun to invade. She only visited once a month. It was all she could bare. She needed to let go of her past, move on, but it was difficult. It was almost impossible. She took the rag she had brought and begun to wipe away the dirt that engulfed the lettering, the angels being covered by a mist of black. Everything had fallen apart at once. Sometimes she thought it might be for the best, other times all she wanted to do was give her life up for them. But there was nothing she could do now. It was all over.
She saw a little hand come over to her, and place two identical roses on two identical graves. She picked up Millie and pushed her hood on her head. The weather was deteriorting, and the wind was fierce, even more so on this hill. The candles she lit had long since been blown out. She felt the mass of brown curls dig into her shoulder as she balanced her on her arms. She was getting bigger and bigger every day. She was going to be three in a month and a half. It had been almost three years since it all happened. Everything at once. Storming down. Crashing and burning. Destroying her.
She heard another set of footsteps coming up behind her, his arm going over her shoulder, and with his other ruffling the tired figure she held. She gently passed her daughter to him, since he had better tolerance for holding her than she did.
"It's getting late."
She nodded her head, and closed her eyes. She took her palm and kissed it, then placing it down on the ground. Symbolic routine. She didn't know why.
She turned around, joining him waiting for her. Their daughter was long since asleep. They headed down the steep hill, like they did every month. His arm went back around her shoulder, and she leaned into his chest, the wave of comfort rushing over her.
They reached the car, waiting patietnly on the dirt road, two figures leaning against it.
"Mom, dad, are we going yet?"
She smiled a faint smile.
"Yeah, John, we're heading home."
She saw her son's relieved look. And he aimed grab the handle of the car. He was quickly slapped away.
"Annette. What did I tell you about fighting with your brother??"
She watched her daughter do the usual ritual of rolling her eyes, and open the door, letting John inside. She took Mille from Carter and placed her inside the child safety seat that both insisted on using, forever. They were a bit overprotective. No harm in that. She shut the door, looking at her husband.
"Are you okay?"
She closed her eyes and nodded her head, her smile breaking through again.
"I didn't believe I could ever truely get rid of Erik and Maggie."
He nodded his head.
"You never will."
She nodded her head, and walked towards him.
"I love you."
She embraced him, feeling a kiss on her forehead.
"I love you, too."
They stayed in the hug for a while.
"I just wished that our four children would be able to get to know their grandparents, and their uncles and aunts, screwed up as they may be..."
She felt him give her a push back.
"Four?"
She nodded her head, a true smile finally breaking through.
"Four, you know that number after three?"
They looked into each other's eyes. For everything that they had ever been through. For everything that had ever gone wrong, these were the moments that made everything better, that made up for all the lies, the hate, the pain, the tears. Everything. Because life was perfect for that one second. And nothing could bring them down. Nothing. Because in THE END they would be together, through thick and thin. Good and bad. Forever.
Author's Notes: Third person limited is just the one person's view point.. You only know what that ONE person is thinking, and that is very misleading at times... Sorry I had to do it. I needed a twist. I'm a huge Carby. I needed a happy ending.. Angst was getting to me. You didn't think that I could actually kill off the poor kids!?!?! LOL I'm shutting up, but anyways I had a great run, this was the first update, chapter fic that I have ever done, and 26 chapters and millions of reviews later, I am a better writer, and I am also thankful for everyone who encouraged me. You guys were the greatest reviewers I have ever had the pleasure of pleasing!! I made alot of new friends, and had a great time. I'm hoping to start something new soon, and as always, give me your ideas!!! :-) But I need to do one final list of shoutouts: ERFANatic, Fuuruma, Faith, Catie, Cool Cat, CarbyLuv, Canard, Kattybaby2318, Taylor Wise, HyperPiper91, Helen, FanficwReader, CarbyLuvRR, Rouge Fan, Tina, CARTERJOHN, Silver Crystal Tear, Missa32189, Mberger88, Sarah, Abb, Carby 24/7, IDon'tWriteIJustRead, E, Nobody, Maven, Lily, Tammi, Jennie, Maggie, Carbytrekie, Lisa, Honeybear1, Mandi, JConeg, and AJ.. You guys were awesome. Thank you so much for the much needed support and just everything. I am ever grateful!!! THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!!!