My dear editor is missing in action, her little demon is turning her crazy.Very nice, said she could help editing this chap. So thanks so much! We have the fingers crossed waiting that her little boy don't turn Captain NutStalker more crazy.
Selina was cleaning the Lladró decorative figures she had in her living room. She had kept Helena quiet, sitting her on the rug with some of her toys. She had put some of the expensive pieces over the rug next to her while she sang in low voice with the stereo playing some ballads.
Helena sighed and turned around. Her mom was playing with her own dolls. She crawled and sat behind her and stretching her hand, took one of the pieces. "Mu…" she said.
Selina immediately heard her and turned in time to take the little hand between hers and stop her from taking the ceramic statue. "No Helena." She said gently.
Little blue eyes raised to her.
"Babies like you should not touch these things."
Helena tried to take the statue again.
"No." Selina grabbed her hand again and moved her finger in front of her baby, "No, this is not for you."
"No?" Helena gurgled.
"No honey." Selina shook her head.
"No." Helena imitated her mother moving her head to side to side.
"No, this are not toys for you. Are you hungry, honey?" Selina took her in her arms and walked toward the kitchen. She sat her on her high chair and checked the stove. The food was ready. She served the meal in the plates. For Helena she took ones with Winnie Pooh figures.
The brunette took her spoon and began to hit the table of the high chair with it.
"It' okay, it's okay." Selina said sitting next to her and putting a plate on her table, "food is ready honey." She took the spoon and put the soup on it. Helena giggled and opened her mouth in an exaggerated way. Selina smiled, she was hungry.
Helena closed her mouth and suddenly spat out the food. She did a face. She hated peas, her mom knew it!
"Helena, come on, peas are good for you." Selina cleaned her mouth and tried to give her another spoon but Helena turned her face and raised her hands. "Hel, I don´t have time for this. Eat."
The little brunette shook her head.
"You must eat."
"No." the baby gurgled.
"Yes, you must eat."
The blonde tried to feed her again and Helena raised her head and began to say: "No, no, no, no, no, no…"
"Very funny young lady. Open your mouth."
"No, no, no…" Helena noticed the word seemed be working. It was useful to refuse things.
Great! Selina placed her fingers on the bridge of her nose; her child had finally learnt a new word, but wasn't the correct one. She tried to be calm. Helena stretched her hand toward the can of coke that was on the table.
"Mu…" she mumbled.
"No, "Mu" no, food first. Take a spoon of it and I'll give you "mu""
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no."
"Dammit." Selina took another plate, one with potatoes, "Okay try this."
Helena looked the fork. It looked much better than the peas. She opened her mouth and munched.
Yes.
That was much better, she opened her mouth for more.
"No, first swallow all the potatoes you have in your mouth."
Helena munched and swallowed a bit before open her mouth again.
Selina leaned and watch inside her mouth. "I see potato yet there, eat it all."
"No."
"Shit! Damn fucking word." The blonde rolled her eyes, "Eat Helena!"
"Fu…" the baby growled.
Selina opened her eyes wide. Oh shit, she had said the wrong word, "Don't say that!"
"Fu, fu, fu." Helena began to sing, munching on the potatoes.
"No Helena! I said Fudge, not… well not that…"
"Fu…" The baby opened her mouth again.
"No more food until you learn good manners."
"Fu… "Helena said again and giggled. She had must said something funny, going by the expression on her mother's face.
"Great. One year old and the only two words you've learnt are the worst." Selina sighed. Now, how to show her that was a bad word? Selina gave her another spoonful of potatoes.
A punch in her gut make her see stars and bend down. Another hit the back of her skull, throwing her down.
Strong arms wrapped around her throat and pressed harder.
She gasped, but moved her hands between her neck and the arms that were trying to cut off her oxygen. Using her elbow she hit him hard on his side and he released her.
She turned and punch him on his face, twice. A kick to his face was enough; he stumbled back and fell, knocked out, to the ground.
The dark vigilante placed her hands on her knees, regaining her breath. That had been a good fight.
She gingerly touched her cheek. It hurt.
The problem of good fights was that usually she was bruised after one.
She tied the hands of the man on his back and secured him to a ladder of the nearby wall.
Using her batarang she threw it up and climbed the building. The night was young, and she had a lot of work to do yet.
Sometimes she wondered what incredible power had the night over her. A power that trapped her; the night for her was like a lover.
She waited for it all day, and when it arrived she enjoyed every moment of it. The night covered her in a warm hug while the wind caressed her, playing with her hair.
She heard a loud crash at the other side of the street, like a window breaking. She climbed faster, it seemed as if she must wait a few minutes more before she could keep enjoying her night. Burglars never tired.
She threw her toy to the other side of the living room. She was bored of playing with that stupid plastic duck. She rubbed her eyes and looked backwards. Her mother was sitting in the other side of the living room, doing something. Helena saw her putting some things inside a box, maybe her toys. Her mom was selfish, she never let her touch her toys, she always shouted always she tried to get one of them. The last time she had even been hit on her hand when she had tried to touch it.
She kneeled over the rough carpet with her hand on the couch. Hesitantly she used the couch as support to stand up. She smiled when she saw herself standing.
Using the couch she moved her hand to one side and hesitantly moved her right foot forward; next she moved her left foot. She smiled again, she was moving, it was great. She slowly moved her right foot forward again. She almost lost her equilibrium and gripped harder on the seat of the couch. She waited a few seconds to feel more secure and looked down.
She raised her head and saw her mom, was sitting with her back to her. She hadn't seen her. She took another step and raised her hand trying to go toward her but she was far yet. She stretched her hand but she couldn't reach her mom. She looked: her other hand still on the couch. She needed do something if she wanted go to her.
Slowly she raised her hand and kept still. She looked down at her feet. That was good, she hadn't fallen, as she usually did. She took a step forward, that was excellent but… There wasn't anything she could grab on to support herself. She looked around. The problem now was…
What's next?
She was in trouble.
The place was too big, she couldn't move. If she took another step she would fall, and if she tried to grab the couch again she would fall too.
She was in the middle of nothing.
Falls hurt, and hurt so much.
Her mom couldn't see her.
She felt alone.
Tears began to appear in her eyes. She didn't want to fall. She wanted to go back to the sofa but it was too far. She had been so stupid, in which moment had come to her mind try to release the safety of the coach?
She sobbed.
A loud cry make Selina turn her head. Surprised she saw Helena standing up alone in the middle of the living room.
"Helena! You are walking!" she said smiling.
The little brunette cried loudly, she needed someone to rescue her and her mother was just kneeling there looking her.
Selina laughed, she understood her child was scared and went to hug her. Helena wrapped her arms immediately around her neck. She was safe. But her mother was damn slow in the rescue thing.
"Don't cry honey." Selina rubbed her head. "You did it pretty well." She moved her back. Helena's eyes were covered in tears. "You walked."
Helena cried loudly again.
Selina laughed and stood up with her. "Don't cry Helena, you are a riot." She was adorable. The girl kept her hug on her and cleaned her nose rubbing it against her blouse. It had been the worst experience in her short life. She had almost died.
"Helena?"
She heard her name and turned her head against her chest to look at her mother. Little golden cat eyes found lovely deep blue eyes fixed on her. Selina smiled, she had noticed every time she was angry or scared her daughter's eyes changed.
"Don't be angry, I love you." Selina took her back head with her hand and pressed her softly against her chest singing. She moved her fingers softly over Helena's head.. She began to sing softly.
That feel really nice. She stopped sobbing and closed her eyes.
Selina felt her purring. She felt content.
The girl began to feel sleepy, very sleepy. After a few seconds the blonde felt her little hand kneading against her side in a rhythmical movement. She smiled, everyday Helena marveled her with some new "tic".
Close to you…
Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true…