October 15th, 2012
Dave and Randi couldn't believe Daisy was now four years old. A four-year-old playing concerts and wanting her own CD. Dave knew his family was special. There was no denying that.
"God, you're so damn fucking sexy." Dave whispered kissing Randi's stomach. Her muscles tensed up. She chuckled softly.
"We still have this spark don't we?" She asked scrubbing his hair. The sex was still amazing with him. It made her toes curled.
"I think we do." He said kissing her collarbone. Randi purred.
"Do you think you'd be up for round three?" Randi asked. Dave looked up at her.
"Yeah, baby, yeah." He growled when he heard Sailor screaming.
"MOM!!!! DAD!!!!!!!!" She squealed running up the stairs.
"Great." Randi groaned pulling her bathrobe on. "What is it?"
"I got it! I got it!" Sailor squealed. Dave got out of bed and opened the door. She was bouncing around with excitement.
"What sweetheart?" Dave asked.
"I made the trails!!" She yelled.
"What trials?" Randi asked.
"THE OLYMPIC TRIALS!!!!" Sailor screamed. Dave and Randi stared at their daughter.
"But You're only six." Dave said.
"I'll be eight when the Olympics are." Sailor said handing Randi the forms, "You need to sign all this stuff to let me at least go to the trials. I want to do this. I want to win gold with Michael. Michael needs me to go. He has never gone to the Olympics."
"Where are they being held?" He asked.
"Boston." Sailor said with a smile that would have cracked her face if she wasn't so young. Randi sighed slightly.
"Don't get your hopes up too high, Sailor." Randi said, "I know you're a wonderful skater and you and Michael are beautiful together, but the trials just means, you are competing with other Americans for a right to represent your country in figure skating pairs."
"I know." Sailor said. "I want to do this. Please! Please, Mommy."
"Let us discuss this, Lori." Dave said. He watched the tears swell in her eyes.
"Fine." She snapped walking out of the room. Randi sat down on the bed looking at the forms. This was too much.
"She'll be the youngest Person to be in the figure skating in the Olympics if we let her go, Dave." Randi said.
"If we don't let her go, then what are we supporting her love for skating for?" Dave asked, "her goal is to make it to the Olympics." Randi chuckled.
"Don't you think this is ridiculous though?" She asked.
"Well, yeah." Dave laughed, "But our daughter's happiness isn't ridiculous." Randi sighed looking back at the papers.
"Go get me a pen." She said with a frown. Dave smiled. Sailor would be so happy. She would probably faint with delight. Dave knew it was weird and strange to let someone so young go to something so big, but he had to support her dreams. This would be a good opportunity for Sailor.
October 29th, 2012
Sleep was wonderful when it wasn't interrupted by children. But ever since Randi was in LA to promote her new line, sleep was a rare thing. Daisy shook Dave.
"Daddy, wake up." She said.
"Sleep. Now." He grumbled.
"Wake up please." Daisy groaned. he slowly opened one eyes.
"What are you doing out of bed?" He asked.
"I threw up on my blanket." She said. Dave stared at her.
"What?" he asked.
"I threw up!" Daisy began to whine. He groaned loudly and sat up.
"Okay. I'll get it." He mumbled as he slid out of bed. What a time for Randi to be out of town.
"I'm gonna do it again, Daddy." Daisy moaned loudly.
"Go into the bathroom now before ou mess up your mother's rug." Dave said grabbing her hand and pulling her into the bathroom. She began to throw up. He held her red curls as she threw up. he felt her forehead. It didn't feel too hot. Maybe a little warm.
"D-Daddy." Daisy cried.
"I know, Sweet pea." Dave picked Daisy up. She cuddled into him as they went back to her room. He hated having his babies sick.
"Is she okay?" Sailor asked turning on the light.
"She's sick." Dave said sitting Daisy on the edge of Sailor's bed. "Let me clean up her bed. Lori, watch her so she doesn't throw up on you."
"Okay." Sailor said wrapping her arm around her baby sister. Dave groaned as he picked the puke soaked bedding up. This was a draw back of being a parent. He tossed the bedding into the hallway.
"I'm sorry." Daisy whimpered.
"it's okay, Pumpkin." Dave said putting new sheets onto her bed, "Come on. Get in bed." Daisy got into her own bed. Dave put a blanket around her. "I'll put the waste basket by your bed side. If you need to throw up, just do it in there, okay?"
"Okay." Daisy snuggled down.
"Lori, if she gets really bad, wake me up." Dave said. Sailor nodded. Dave kissed his daughter's forehead. "Sleep tight. Drink your water if you need to." Daisy nodded slowly.
"I want mommy." She whimpered.
"Mommy will be back soon." Dave told her, "but I'm the doctor." Daisy's lip quivered.
"I want Rickie." She whimpered. Dave sighed deeply and stood up.
"Fine." He muttered going into Ireland and Lyric's room. he put the lamp on by Lyric's bed. He gently shook her, "Rickie, wake up." Lyric grunted and opened her eyes.
"What?" She yawned.
"Daisy is sick and she wants you." He told her. Lyric nodded and slid out of bed.
"okay." She rubbed her eyes walking into the bedroom. "Hey. Are you sick?" Daisy nodded.
"I threw up." She said. Dave stood in the doorway as he watched Lyric climb into bed with Daisy.
"Oh that isn't good." She said, "Want me to rub your belly like mommy does?" daisy nodded.
"I miss mommy." She said.
"I know." Lyric smiled as she began to rub Daisy's stomach. Dave smiled tenderly. God, Lyric was so wonderful with Daisy. She was going to make a great doctor and a terrific mother someday.
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