Author's Note: I used a scene from a movie that I partly saw called Harriet the Spy....I just reworked it for this chapter. See if you like. And I just want to know why no one nominated me for the TP fanfic awards. I was hurt that noone nominated me. Oh well....maybe next year someone will think my work is good enough.
A month had passed since that day.
Mona had grown much closer to Jamieson and her babies.
The triplets had doubled in size; they shared their father's love for food.
She had grown closer to her sister than she ever could imagine growing close to a sibling. Nat shared her same attitude. She shared Mona's taste for fashion. She shared the same sick humor.
Kyle had become a completely different person around Nat. He almost was always seen beside Nat.
Bobby and Emily were always joking around with Kyle and Nat.
At times Mona had been jealous of the fact that. It was obvious that they had grown up together. They had a closeness that she would never achieve with them.
But then she would notice how Jamieson and Dar would surround her instead of Bobby and the others.
She had quickly reasoned that they were equal.
The children were in the yard playing.
Mona was so caught up in laughing hysterically from Jamieson's fortune teller that she did not hear the car in the distance.
Mona had been too busy looking into Jamieson's eyes.
Jamieson had not had a breakdown in over a month. Mona still had not talked about what she had seen on the video stream that Broots had found. Jamieson had said nothing more about it.
Jamieson had been acting relatively like a daughter; relatively because the children seemed to listen to Jamieson more than her.
She assumed it was natural.
Jamieson seemed to be the leader of the pact.
All of them listened to her without question. She knew that the trust they shared with Jamieson took an entire lifetime.
She was glad that they shared that type of bond.
With Jamieson's help she had begun to share that bond with the others.
Dar had bonded to her like glue.
He was definitely a momma's boy.
He wanted to do everything with her. Every time he did something, he would ask her to join him.
She had been a little worried about his change in attitude towards her. She almost expected Dar to hate her because of what happened with Jamieson.
But all of her worrying had been cast aside when Jamieson told her why Dar had a change of heart.
"I told him that this can end any second.......and we need to take what we want......before it's over."
Mona had heard voices after Jamieson stated that........but the words were too mumbled.
And so here she was, looking up into the smiling face of her baby girl.
The triplets began to moan as if saying 'hey....we don't like being ignored'.
Since they were seated next to Mona on the steps she reached over and lifted Gretta into the air, resulting in Gretta giggling merrily.
Mona smiled up at her baby girl and proceeded to lower her into her arms so she could hold her.
Mona didn't noticed Jamieson's eyes glance up behind her and smirk.
"Hey mom!" Jamieson said to gather Mona's attention.
Mona looked up to Jamieson's beautiful hazel eyes. They looked brown from afar, but when Jamieson was tired her eyes would turn into a bottle green color. She was beautiful. She considered her daughter to be superior to looks then herself, even though Jamieson had an inferiority complex. But none the less, Jamieson was the true mix of Jarod and herself. Nothing in this world could change or alter that.
"Pick a color." Jamieson instructed from her fortune teller.
Mona looked up with eyes that said 'Again?'.
Jamieson looked to her with eyes that said 'oh would you just do it'.
Mona sighed out and slowly extracted Gretta from her arms and into the carrier beside her.
Jamieson smiled as Mona picked 'red'.
"Pick a number." Jamieson ordered.
Mona pointed at a number that she had already played and waited for the familiar funny line.
Jamieson smiled and began to open the flap.
Jamieson looked down to the flap.....and then back up to her mother's eyes.
"It says.......,"Jamieson glanced down to 'read' it again, and then back up to Mona "turn around." Jamieson said as she looked up directly into Mona's eyes.
Mona face fell and a 'no it doesn't' look came over her face.
"Jamieson, I know that's not what it says. So just read..." Mona began when a voice behind her broke in.
"Turn around." A voice said from behind her.
The second the words were said Mona's eyes closed as a shiver ran down her spine.
She only heard that voice in her dreams.
She had craved to hear that voice how many times?
Tears traveled down Mona's face.
She thought it was a nightmare again.
The nightmare where the voice was taken away from her.
Taken away from her forever.
Suddenly Jamieson's voice broke through.
"Mom," Jamieson whispered, "turn around."
Mona opened her eyes to look into Jamieson's eyes.
Jamieson's eyes held a sad happiness.
It was real. It was really happening.
She slowly stood up, keeping her eyes on Jamieson the best she could through the tears that fell of there own accord down her face.
Her heat beat had doubled in intensity. She trembled from fright and the sudden ache in her heart.
How many times had she prayed for God to bring back that voice to her? How long had it been since she heard it?
Mona saw Jamieson's face turn into a big smile as Mona gained confidence and strength to face the owner of the voice.
That's when she slowly turned to face the person behind her.
Upon seeing the person's face.....she froze.
Her eyes only shed more tears at the sight of the person before her.
She was speechless. She tried to speak....but no words could come out.
It was who she thought it was.
"It's impossible." Mona whispered out, not aware that she had spoken her thoughts.
"It can't be you." Mona whispered out, trying to rationalize what was happening.
Mona just watched open mouth as the person approached her.
Mona's eyes watered and her mouth closed as she as it contorted from the crying her memories that the face before her evoked.
Memories of a different time in her life.....
A time that seemed so long ago.
And then it came out of her mouth.
The longing and need of the person before her to be real heard as she was able to say in a shaky voice...
"Mom?"