Special Thanks To - Abby Lockhart, Moon's Tear, CarbyLuv, MrsWyle,
FoxyWombat, CamilaC, carbytothecore, iluvfriendsus, and Kiehl for revewing.
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Another special thanks to Sara Gasts, My co- Writer. Sara - You've been an awesome writer! Thanks for writing this awesome story with me.
On with the story...........
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It's the little things I love doing now.
Washing the dishes, cleaning the house, doing the laundry.with his
clothes mixed in with mine. It's the little things I love to do. I guess
being in
love can make you like that.
"Abby?"
"Yeah?"
"Dinner's ready."
"Okay." I smile. He cooks so well. I walk towards the warm smell of bread
and some sort of pasta. Molly runs past me in an effort to be the first to
the table. I yell at her to slow down and she does. For a second. And then she starts to race again. I can hear Carter laugh and say
something to her, probably about her appetite. She loves his food. She's always
talking about how much better it is than mine.
I sit down at the table with them. We start in on the meal, noodles mixed with a marinara sauce and his "special ingredient" and fresh bread.
It's good, as usual. I smile inwardly to myself at the sight of my.I don't know
what you'd call us. I want to call us a family so badly, but I don't want to jinx it. Jinx us. But I smile at us anyway. We're so happy
together.
At the end of dinner, Molly retreats to the living room to watch T.V.
while Carter and I do the dishes. I wash, he dries. When we're done, he comes up
to me from behind and wraps his arms around me. I smile as I lean against him, his body heat warm and comforting. I turn around in his arms and
drape my arms around his neck. I lay my head against his chest and we stay like
this for what seems like forever. But all too soon forever's over and we hear Molly calling to us from the living room. He takes my hand and we
walk down the hall to see her. She's built a house for her Barbie's and proudly
shows it to us. "You see, Mommy? That's my room and that's the kitchen and that's the living room and that's the bathroom! And that's yours and
John's room!" I stare at her house. Our house. Molly has her favorite
Barbie in her room, and the one that looks like me and a Ken doll in our bedroom. I
feel Carter's eyes on me. I turn and look at him. There's a glean in his eyes and he's smiling. Molly's continuing to talk about her house, but
I'm not really listening. We're both locked in this moment.
His hand tightens around mine, and I squeeze back in response. "Mommy? Mommy!" Molly breaks us of the trance, and I turn to her now, still
aware of our interlaced fingers.
"Yes?"
"Can you watch a movie with me? Please?"
Carter smiles. "Sure, Molly, which one?"
"Ummm.Cinderella," she says shyly.
I gasp. My breath catches in my throat. He looks at me quizzically, then
turns back to Molly. "Sure. That's fine. Go get it started."
She runs off to start the movie as we begin our slow walk to the couch.
"What was that about?" he asks me.
"Nothing."
"Abby."
"You don't need to know. It's between Molly and me. Don't worry about it."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
"Okay then. Let's go."
We sit down on the couch, him with one arm around me and me curled up against his chest, and Molly sitting next to me, her eyes glued to the T.V.
I can't believe she wanted to watch Cinderella with us. Right after she
built us a house. It's what I've always wanted, for my daughter to like the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I start to cry.
"Abby, what is it?" he whispers.
"Nothing."
"Abby!"
"It's about before."
"You're gonna have to tell me sometime you know."
"I know. I will. Just not right now."
"Okay." He seems content with this. I settle back down and watch the movie. It's been another wonderful night, added to a string of
wonderful
nights. And hopefully just a shadow of the nights that are to come.
Another special thanks to Sara Gasts, My co- Writer. Sara - You've been an awesome writer! Thanks for writing this awesome story with me.
On with the story...........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's the little things I love doing now.
Washing the dishes, cleaning the house, doing the laundry.with his
clothes mixed in with mine. It's the little things I love to do. I guess
being in
love can make you like that.
"Abby?"
"Yeah?"
"Dinner's ready."
"Okay." I smile. He cooks so well. I walk towards the warm smell of bread
and some sort of pasta. Molly runs past me in an effort to be the first to
the table. I yell at her to slow down and she does. For a second. And then she starts to race again. I can hear Carter laugh and say
something to her, probably about her appetite. She loves his food. She's always
talking about how much better it is than mine.
I sit down at the table with them. We start in on the meal, noodles mixed with a marinara sauce and his "special ingredient" and fresh bread.
It's good, as usual. I smile inwardly to myself at the sight of my.I don't know
what you'd call us. I want to call us a family so badly, but I don't want to jinx it. Jinx us. But I smile at us anyway. We're so happy
together.
At the end of dinner, Molly retreats to the living room to watch T.V.
while Carter and I do the dishes. I wash, he dries. When we're done, he comes up
to me from behind and wraps his arms around me. I smile as I lean against him, his body heat warm and comforting. I turn around in his arms and
drape my arms around his neck. I lay my head against his chest and we stay like
this for what seems like forever. But all too soon forever's over and we hear Molly calling to us from the living room. He takes my hand and we
walk down the hall to see her. She's built a house for her Barbie's and proudly
shows it to us. "You see, Mommy? That's my room and that's the kitchen and that's the living room and that's the bathroom! And that's yours and
John's room!" I stare at her house. Our house. Molly has her favorite
Barbie in her room, and the one that looks like me and a Ken doll in our bedroom. I
feel Carter's eyes on me. I turn and look at him. There's a glean in his eyes and he's smiling. Molly's continuing to talk about her house, but
I'm not really listening. We're both locked in this moment.
His hand tightens around mine, and I squeeze back in response. "Mommy? Mommy!" Molly breaks us of the trance, and I turn to her now, still
aware of our interlaced fingers.
"Yes?"
"Can you watch a movie with me? Please?"
Carter smiles. "Sure, Molly, which one?"
"Ummm.Cinderella," she says shyly.
I gasp. My breath catches in my throat. He looks at me quizzically, then
turns back to Molly. "Sure. That's fine. Go get it started."
She runs off to start the movie as we begin our slow walk to the couch.
"What was that about?" he asks me.
"Nothing."
"Abby."
"You don't need to know. It's between Molly and me. Don't worry about it."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
"Okay then. Let's go."
We sit down on the couch, him with one arm around me and me curled up against his chest, and Molly sitting next to me, her eyes glued to the T.V.
I can't believe she wanted to watch Cinderella with us. Right after she
built us a house. It's what I've always wanted, for my daughter to like the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I start to cry.
"Abby, what is it?" he whispers.
"Nothing."
"Abby!"
"It's about before."
"You're gonna have to tell me sometime you know."
"I know. I will. Just not right now."
"Okay." He seems content with this. I settle back down and watch the movie. It's been another wonderful night, added to a string of
wonderful
nights. And hopefully just a shadow of the nights that are to come.