Adventures in Parenting
The Mistake I Made
Disclaimer: I only own Lynsey, and Avery. I own no one else
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Randy had never realized how quiet the house was without Trish. She was the soul of the house. She made it lively. Without her, it was just a house, not a home.
"Daddy, does this mean you'll get back together with Mommy? SHE'S gone now," Lynsey said, coloring in her coloring book. Randy looked at her. She had seemed so innocent in the doctor's office. She had seemed like the injured party. Now, he realized he had been played.
"No, Lynsey. I'm not getting back together with your mother," Randy said. Lynsey crossed her arms over her chest. "I love Trish. She makes me whole. You don't have to like her, but you have to respect her," He couldn't believe he had been fooled by a seven-year-old.
Why had he been so naive? It didn't seem right.
"Why?" Lynsey asked. Randy sighed. When had she become so defiant? What had he missed?
"I love her. She makes me happy. Don't you want Daddy to be happy?" he asked. She nodded reluctantly. Daddy being happy was her number one priority.
Lynsey reluctantly got in the car. She hated seeing Daddy upset. She wanted him to be happy again.
Trish had been staying at Amy's house. She had spent most of her time in the bedroom, crying. She had also kept Avery with her. She had never been so miserable. All she wanted was to enjoy Avery's first weeks.
"Trish?" Amy asked, sticking her head in the room. Trish glanced up, slowly rocking the baby. "There's somebody downstairs who I think wants to see you,"
"Who?" Trish asked, confused. Amy shrugged.
"He said he was a concerned participant in Avery's life and he wants to see her and her mother at once," Amy replied. Rolling her eyes, Trish got out of bed. Clutching the baby, she wandered downstairs.
A sob caught in her throat. Standing at the bottom of the staircase was none other than Randy! Quickly, she rushed downstairs and into his arms.
Words could not describe how Trish felt, as she collapsed in his arms. All she knew was that she had missed his touch. She had missed his kisses. She had missed everything about him.
"Will you come home to me?" he asked. "Without you, I can't stand the house. Besides, I missed this little Monkey!" He took Avery from her.
"What about Lynsey? I can't deal with her!" Trish exclaimed. Randy sighed.
"I talked to Stacy, and we decided to put her into therapy. Maybe, talking to someone will help her anger." Randy said. Trish sighed. Should she go home? She had missed Randy. What could she do?
"Alright,"
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Alright, I realize this chapter is very short. I've been busy, and concentrating on my other fic, Go On. Hope you enjoyed it!
-Jen