Epilogue
"Okay, now!"
Splat!
"I didn't mean that!"
Melissa laughed at the sight before her. Emily stood in front of her and Delemir with a camera, snapping photos rapidly. Emilie stood behind her, snapping her own photos. Lissa turned her head and saw Delemir, still flustered from the face-full of cake he had earned himself. In the middle of a laugh, Lissa gasped.
"That's great! Keep that pose there, Melis!" Emily said, grinning wryly and still snapping photos.
"Aww, poor Melissa," Emilie cooed at her.
"Be quiet," Lissa managed as she wiped cake from her face. "You know what, Delemir?"
"What's that?" Delemir scraped icing from under his eye.
"You're going to help me clean this icing off," Lissa murmured, leaning against the table and swiped at some cake from her cheek. "You really are."
"What do you suggest I do?" he asked, wiping at his own cake.
"What do you think I suggest you do?" Lissa exclaimed, holding out a bit of her cake to him. She grinned wickedly as he nipped it from her hand, then returned a wry grin to her.
"Save it for later, you guys," Emilie said. "You two need to clean up. I'll take Melissa, you take Delemir," she told Emily.
"Huh, where are we going?" Lissa wanted to know, being tugged by her arm out of the reception hall.
"To clean you up." Emilie grinned at her. "The bride can't dance in a beautiful, strapless white dress with stark white cake on her face."
"Oh."
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"Delemir, come quick!" Lissa cried from her living room.
"What is it?" Delemir came running, barefoot, into the room and saw what Lissa was gushing over.
"He's walking! Adam's walking!" she said, her eyes filling. "His first steps. Where's my camera?"
"Come to Daddy, Adam," Delemir cooed at his son as Lissa stood to find her video camera and regular film camera. The small, one-year-old child took cautious, hesitant steps toward Delemir, but then saw Lissa in the background. Adam turned his course, but fell on his diapered bottom.
"Oh," Lissa murmured, walking up to him. "Try again?" She set her hand on Delemir's knee when she crouched down again with the camera rolling. She murmured in baby talk to the small child until he used Delemir's leg to stand up with again.
Adam, with his light brown, curly hair falling in front of his face, took a step toward Lissa, then looked straight in the camera and smiled. Lissa's hear melted to a puddle and tears welled in her eyes. That was her sun, her moon, her stars smiling at her.
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"No!" a small squeak of a child's voice cried. "Mine!"
"Gennie," another voice whined. "Let me have my truck back!"
"No!" Gennie screeched.
"Mom!" Adam yelled, sitting down stubbornly on the floor. He crossed his arms and took on the look that only nine-year-old boys could make when they were upset.
Lissa, already knowing the issue, walked in with another truck and knelt down in front of the two children. "Adam, let Gennie play with that one. You can play with this one," she said, offering him the truck.
"It isn't the same one," Adam pouted.
"Fine, don't play with anything for nine minutes—nine full minutes—and you can sit in that corner by my drawing board," Lissa said simply, standing up.
"Okay." Adam reached up for the truck and put on a pleading look. "Please can I have the truck, Mama?" he asked.
"Yes, but one thing first," she said, shifting slightly. She set the truck down onto the floor.
"Hmm?" Adam leaned forward, a mistake, when Delemir came in and picked up Gennie, causing her to squeak in surprise.
"What's going on?" Delemir asked, letting Gennie rest on his shoulder.
"This!" Lissa cried and jumped forward. She sprang onto Adam and mercilessly tickled his sides and belly. The, oh, so sweet laughter of a child rang throughout the air.
"Mom! Mom, stop!" Adam cried. "Mercy, mercy!"
"Can you breathe?" Lissa asked, letting up her tickling a little, but not much.
"I have to—" Adam laughed, cutting off the rest of his words. "I have to—have to use the bathroom!"
Then suddenly, they all heard the digital camera clicking as it took a picture. Lissa moved her foot, off of the shutter button, and grinned when she stopped tickling Adam. He lay there on the floor for a moment longer, catching his breath, before he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Lissa turned around and picked up the camera that had been strategically placed there, then smiled at the photo she'd taken by complete accident. She already had a copy of this photo, but was glad to see that it happened in reality, rather than in a dream. Reality, in some cases, was good.
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"Mom, I can't find my shoes!"
"Did you check under your bed?"
"Yes!"
"Closet?" Lissa supplied once more.
"Yeah!" was Gennie's reply, shouted still.
"Adam's old room?" Lissa asked once more from the bottom of the stairs.
"Mom, Grant'll be here in ten minutes to pick me up! I have to find those—"
"Oh, my dear sweet Lord," Lissa gasped, not hearing the rest of Gennie's sentence. "Delemir!" Lissa quickly walked through the living room into the kitchen and saw Delemir leaning over one of Adam's old electronic mechanisms. He immediately looked up at her.
"Yes?" he asked, concerned about her tone.
"Go look in the living room," Lissa said, utterly shocked as she leaned against the countertop.
Delemir sighed and walked through the dining room, then gasped. "Uremir!"
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Muahaha...okay. Yeah, s'prise ending, I know. But, you should be used to them! I think I'm going to have a beta other than myself for the SEQUEL since it takes up WAY too much of my time for school, whereas my friend who will beta, is graduating this year, so, yeah. Hoo-rah for her. Time for special thank yous:
Charli-You've been here from the beginning, yet never reviewed...( Why? lol A little late to ask now, right? But, anyway, the sequel, still to be named, is coming up in a few days, so at least review once? Lol
Katy-You have also been here from I believe the beginning, and have reviewed faithfully, so I thank you soooo much for that! And, thanks for the prayer when I needed it. What is really strange about chapter 15 is that I had a lot of weird dreams that were so real and sort of like the dream in that chapter, after I wrote it, it's not funny.
Chantal- *big hugs* Thank you SO much for being here and throughout all of it! I'm lucky to have a friend like you, regardless you live almost 12 hours away. ;) But, I hope things work well with that original story of yours! That chapter you let me read was awesome, but remember what I said about more detail.
Anyone else that I am most likely forgetting, lol, thanks!! It means a lot, and I hope that you'll stick around for the sequel. In the meantime, wait a few more days for a teaser, to give me more time for thinking up a creative title. To tell the truth, the title for this actually came from a love poem. *blushes* strange, I know, but oh well. I was in Branson, MO, when I thought of it. ;)
Talk y'all soon.
"Okay, now!"
Splat!
"I didn't mean that!"
Melissa laughed at the sight before her. Emily stood in front of her and Delemir with a camera, snapping photos rapidly. Emilie stood behind her, snapping her own photos. Lissa turned her head and saw Delemir, still flustered from the face-full of cake he had earned himself. In the middle of a laugh, Lissa gasped.
"That's great! Keep that pose there, Melis!" Emily said, grinning wryly and still snapping photos.
"Aww, poor Melissa," Emilie cooed at her.
"Be quiet," Lissa managed as she wiped cake from her face. "You know what, Delemir?"
"What's that?" Delemir scraped icing from under his eye.
"You're going to help me clean this icing off," Lissa murmured, leaning against the table and swiped at some cake from her cheek. "You really are."
"What do you suggest I do?" he asked, wiping at his own cake.
"What do you think I suggest you do?" Lissa exclaimed, holding out a bit of her cake to him. She grinned wickedly as he nipped it from her hand, then returned a wry grin to her.
"Save it for later, you guys," Emilie said. "You two need to clean up. I'll take Melissa, you take Delemir," she told Emily.
"Huh, where are we going?" Lissa wanted to know, being tugged by her arm out of the reception hall.
"To clean you up." Emilie grinned at her. "The bride can't dance in a beautiful, strapless white dress with stark white cake on her face."
"Oh."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Delemir, come quick!" Lissa cried from her living room.
"What is it?" Delemir came running, barefoot, into the room and saw what Lissa was gushing over.
"He's walking! Adam's walking!" she said, her eyes filling. "His first steps. Where's my camera?"
"Come to Daddy, Adam," Delemir cooed at his son as Lissa stood to find her video camera and regular film camera. The small, one-year-old child took cautious, hesitant steps toward Delemir, but then saw Lissa in the background. Adam turned his course, but fell on his diapered bottom.
"Oh," Lissa murmured, walking up to him. "Try again?" She set her hand on Delemir's knee when she crouched down again with the camera rolling. She murmured in baby talk to the small child until he used Delemir's leg to stand up with again.
Adam, with his light brown, curly hair falling in front of his face, took a step toward Lissa, then looked straight in the camera and smiled. Lissa's hear melted to a puddle and tears welled in her eyes. That was her sun, her moon, her stars smiling at her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"No!" a small squeak of a child's voice cried. "Mine!"
"Gennie," another voice whined. "Let me have my truck back!"
"No!" Gennie screeched.
"Mom!" Adam yelled, sitting down stubbornly on the floor. He crossed his arms and took on the look that only nine-year-old boys could make when they were upset.
Lissa, already knowing the issue, walked in with another truck and knelt down in front of the two children. "Adam, let Gennie play with that one. You can play with this one," she said, offering him the truck.
"It isn't the same one," Adam pouted.
"Fine, don't play with anything for nine minutes—nine full minutes—and you can sit in that corner by my drawing board," Lissa said simply, standing up.
"Okay." Adam reached up for the truck and put on a pleading look. "Please can I have the truck, Mama?" he asked.
"Yes, but one thing first," she said, shifting slightly. She set the truck down onto the floor.
"Hmm?" Adam leaned forward, a mistake, when Delemir came in and picked up Gennie, causing her to squeak in surprise.
"What's going on?" Delemir asked, letting Gennie rest on his shoulder.
"This!" Lissa cried and jumped forward. She sprang onto Adam and mercilessly tickled his sides and belly. The, oh, so sweet laughter of a child rang throughout the air.
"Mom! Mom, stop!" Adam cried. "Mercy, mercy!"
"Can you breathe?" Lissa asked, letting up her tickling a little, but not much.
"I have to—" Adam laughed, cutting off the rest of his words. "I have to—have to use the bathroom!"
Then suddenly, they all heard the digital camera clicking as it took a picture. Lissa moved her foot, off of the shutter button, and grinned when she stopped tickling Adam. He lay there on the floor for a moment longer, catching his breath, before he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Lissa turned around and picked up the camera that had been strategically placed there, then smiled at the photo she'd taken by complete accident. She already had a copy of this photo, but was glad to see that it happened in reality, rather than in a dream. Reality, in some cases, was good.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mom, I can't find my shoes!"
"Did you check under your bed?"
"Yes!"
"Closet?" Lissa supplied once more.
"Yeah!" was Gennie's reply, shouted still.
"Adam's old room?" Lissa asked once more from the bottom of the stairs.
"Mom, Grant'll be here in ten minutes to pick me up! I have to find those—"
"Oh, my dear sweet Lord," Lissa gasped, not hearing the rest of Gennie's sentence. "Delemir!" Lissa quickly walked through the living room into the kitchen and saw Delemir leaning over one of Adam's old electronic mechanisms. He immediately looked up at her.
"Yes?" he asked, concerned about her tone.
"Go look in the living room," Lissa said, utterly shocked as she leaned against the countertop.
Delemir sighed and walked through the dining room, then gasped. "Uremir!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Muahaha...okay. Yeah, s'prise ending, I know. But, you should be used to them! I think I'm going to have a beta other than myself for the SEQUEL since it takes up WAY too much of my time for school, whereas my friend who will beta, is graduating this year, so, yeah. Hoo-rah for her. Time for special thank yous:
Charli-You've been here from the beginning, yet never reviewed...( Why? lol A little late to ask now, right? But, anyway, the sequel, still to be named, is coming up in a few days, so at least review once? Lol
Katy-You have also been here from I believe the beginning, and have reviewed faithfully, so I thank you soooo much for that! And, thanks for the prayer when I needed it. What is really strange about chapter 15 is that I had a lot of weird dreams that were so real and sort of like the dream in that chapter, after I wrote it, it's not funny.
Chantal- *big hugs* Thank you SO much for being here and throughout all of it! I'm lucky to have a friend like you, regardless you live almost 12 hours away. ;) But, I hope things work well with that original story of yours! That chapter you let me read was awesome, but remember what I said about more detail.
Anyone else that I am most likely forgetting, lol, thanks!! It means a lot, and I hope that you'll stick around for the sequel. In the meantime, wait a few more days for a teaser, to give me more time for thinking up a creative title. To tell the truth, the title for this actually came from a love poem. *blushes* strange, I know, but oh well. I was in Branson, MO, when I thought of it. ;)
Talk y'all soon.
