"Abby, you awake?" I asked.
"No," she grunted into the pillow.
"I wanted to talk to you about something" I explained.
"At two o'clock in the morning, its that important?" she asked.
"Kind of," I whispered. I sat up in bed.
"What's up?"
"Well, I wanted to talk about... you know... us... taking..." I was interrupted by a high-pitched shriek.
"Molly" she breathed. She threw the blankets off herself and found her way to Molly's room, me only inches behind. "Molly, what's the matter?" she asked, flicking on the light.
"Monsters!" she wailed.
"Princess, there's no such thing as monsters, it's all up here, in your head," I explained tucking her in again. "Feel better?" I asked. She nodded and we made our way towards the door.
"Wait" she called. We turned around and she motioned for me to come back. "Go ahead," I told her, "I'll be there soon." She nodded and returned to our room.
"What is it princess?" I asked.
"There were no monsters," she admitted.
"No?" I asked.
"I had a different bad dream," she informed me, her small body shaking.
"You want to tell me?" She nodded.
"It was about you and mommy, and, you had a fight, and you left, and never came back, and mommy was very sad." She was crying now but she wasn't done. "And nothing was ever the same."
I pulled her into a hug, "Princess, I'll never leave you, ever. I love you too much."
"Do you love mommy?"
"I love you and your mom, more than anything in the world," I told her as I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"More than anything?" she asked.
"Even ice cream?" I chuckled at the comment.
"Much more than ice cream."
"John?" she asked, "Will you ever marry mommy?"
I thought for a second. "There's a good chance of that happening princess, a very good chance."
"What's the wedding gonna be like?" she asked, and I answered the first thing that came to mind. "Big, and pretty, and your mom will look very, very pretty and so will you."
"Okay, I'm ready to go back to bed."
"Good, so am I." I tucked her into bed once more and kissed her on the forehead. It had become a nightly ritual, me tucking her in at least twice. "Good night princess, I love you. Forever and always" she smiled as she closed her eyes. "I love you too. Forever and always." I turned off the light and closed the door.
There she was, waiting right outside for me, her cheeks, tearstained. "Abby?" I asked. "What's the matter?" She didn't speak but she pulled me into a hug, the biggest hug ever. "Did you mean it?" she asked. "Did you mean it, you're not leaving?" I smiled and led her back to our room.
"I'm never leaving. Never."
We climbed into back into bed and got comfortable. I wrapped my arms around her. "I love you Abby," I whispered, but she hadn't heard. She was fast asleep.
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"Who's ready for lunch?" he asked.
"Me!" she shouted joyfully at another chance to eat his great cooking.
"Molly, clean up your Barbie dolls before lunch please," I asked her.
"After lunch," she answered.
"Now Molly," I repeated.
"After lunch," she said.
"Molly, lunch won't be ready for another ten minutes, go pick up your toys."
"Later," she mumbled, staring at the TV.
I shut the TV off. "Look at me when I'm talking to you. Go clean up your toys, now."
"Later!" she shouted.
"Molly Samantha Lockhart do not take that tone with me, young lady. You will clean up your toys or go to your room."
"I don't want to clean up!" she yelled.
"To your room." I commanded.
"No!" she shrieked, dropping to the floor. Banging her hands and feet on the floor she screamed. "I*Don't*Want*To*Clean up!"
He stepped around her and picked her up. "Molly, you'll listen to your mother or you'll go to your room with no lunch." She obviously hadn't agreed with him
because she grabbed a plate off the table and threw it to the ground. She was
obviously pleased with herself because she proceeded to throw plates on the floor until she ran out. She then walked back to the television. Molly wasn't
wearing socks or shoes, none of us were. Without thinking she walked right over the broken china.
"Molly!" I shouted seconds before she dropped to the ground in tears. I followed
her. I didn't care that now I was bleeding too, only that my baby girl was safe.
"I'm sorry mommy," she whimpered as I pulled her into my arms.
"It's okay baby, it's all okay." With her in my arms I walked over to the couch
where he was waiting. "Let me take a look?" He asked. I nodded and sat Molly down on the couch. "Not her, you." Molly was taken aback at this comment and
began to cry harder. "Molly?" he asked reaching out for her. She jumped back and found safety hiding her head in my lap. "John loves you baby," he whispered.
"Remember, always and forever?" She nodded her head but didn't pick it up from my lap. Grasping the edges of my skirt she cried, just sat there, and cried.
Yea, I know it sucks but, its what you get. Sara writes better anyway. Just wait for her chapter......
"No," she grunted into the pillow.
"I wanted to talk to you about something" I explained.
"At two o'clock in the morning, its that important?" she asked.
"Kind of," I whispered. I sat up in bed.
"What's up?"
"Well, I wanted to talk about... you know... us... taking..." I was interrupted by a high-pitched shriek.
"Molly" she breathed. She threw the blankets off herself and found her way to Molly's room, me only inches behind. "Molly, what's the matter?" she asked, flicking on the light.
"Monsters!" she wailed.
"Princess, there's no such thing as monsters, it's all up here, in your head," I explained tucking her in again. "Feel better?" I asked. She nodded and we made our way towards the door.
"Wait" she called. We turned around and she motioned for me to come back. "Go ahead," I told her, "I'll be there soon." She nodded and returned to our room.
"What is it princess?" I asked.
"There were no monsters," she admitted.
"No?" I asked.
"I had a different bad dream," she informed me, her small body shaking.
"You want to tell me?" She nodded.
"It was about you and mommy, and, you had a fight, and you left, and never came back, and mommy was very sad." She was crying now but she wasn't done. "And nothing was ever the same."
I pulled her into a hug, "Princess, I'll never leave you, ever. I love you too much."
"Do you love mommy?"
"I love you and your mom, more than anything in the world," I told her as I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"More than anything?" she asked.
"Even ice cream?" I chuckled at the comment.
"Much more than ice cream."
"John?" she asked, "Will you ever marry mommy?"
I thought for a second. "There's a good chance of that happening princess, a very good chance."
"What's the wedding gonna be like?" she asked, and I answered the first thing that came to mind. "Big, and pretty, and your mom will look very, very pretty and so will you."
"Okay, I'm ready to go back to bed."
"Good, so am I." I tucked her into bed once more and kissed her on the forehead. It had become a nightly ritual, me tucking her in at least twice. "Good night princess, I love you. Forever and always" she smiled as she closed her eyes. "I love you too. Forever and always." I turned off the light and closed the door.
There she was, waiting right outside for me, her cheeks, tearstained. "Abby?" I asked. "What's the matter?" She didn't speak but she pulled me into a hug, the biggest hug ever. "Did you mean it?" she asked. "Did you mean it, you're not leaving?" I smiled and led her back to our room.
"I'm never leaving. Never."
We climbed into back into bed and got comfortable. I wrapped my arms around her. "I love you Abby," I whispered, but she hadn't heard. She was fast asleep.
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"Who's ready for lunch?" he asked.
"Me!" she shouted joyfully at another chance to eat his great cooking.
"Molly, clean up your Barbie dolls before lunch please," I asked her.
"After lunch," she answered.
"Now Molly," I repeated.
"After lunch," she said.
"Molly, lunch won't be ready for another ten minutes, go pick up your toys."
"Later," she mumbled, staring at the TV.
I shut the TV off. "Look at me when I'm talking to you. Go clean up your toys, now."
"Later!" she shouted.
"Molly Samantha Lockhart do not take that tone with me, young lady. You will clean up your toys or go to your room."
"I don't want to clean up!" she yelled.
"To your room." I commanded.
"No!" she shrieked, dropping to the floor. Banging her hands and feet on the floor she screamed. "I*Don't*Want*To*Clean up!"
He stepped around her and picked her up. "Molly, you'll listen to your mother or you'll go to your room with no lunch." She obviously hadn't agreed with him
because she grabbed a plate off the table and threw it to the ground. She was
obviously pleased with herself because she proceeded to throw plates on the floor until she ran out. She then walked back to the television. Molly wasn't
wearing socks or shoes, none of us were. Without thinking she walked right over the broken china.
"Molly!" I shouted seconds before she dropped to the ground in tears. I followed
her. I didn't care that now I was bleeding too, only that my baby girl was safe.
"I'm sorry mommy," she whimpered as I pulled her into my arms.
"It's okay baby, it's all okay." With her in my arms I walked over to the couch
where he was waiting. "Let me take a look?" He asked. I nodded and sat Molly down on the couch. "Not her, you." Molly was taken aback at this comment and
began to cry harder. "Molly?" he asked reaching out for her. She jumped back and found safety hiding her head in my lap. "John loves you baby," he whispered.
"Remember, always and forever?" She nodded her head but didn't pick it up from my lap. Grasping the edges of my skirt she cried, just sat there, and cried.
Yea, I know it sucks but, its what you get. Sara writes better anyway. Just wait for her chapter......