Here's a new chapter. It takes place roughly five years after chapter 1. Hope you like it.
Chapter 2-A Bad Feeling
"Daddy, we're late," the young girl pushed her father as he got her bag out of the backseat of the car.
"We're not late. See, there's Kara," he assured her, as he pointed out another girl from her ballet class.
"She's late too," Cailyn responded, her pigtails bouncing as she ran to catch up with Kara.
He followed after his daughter, never taking his eyes off of her. She was perfect, a healthy, beautiful five year old and he would make sure she was never hurt. She was now his life and he was wrapped around her finger just as Pheobe had predicted he would be. She was a stubborn child and would not take no for an answer when she truly believed in something. Just like her mother, when dedicated to a cause, nothing could tear her away.
The class went by fast enough and by the time they got home, it was time for Cailyn to get ready for bed. They had a bedtime routine, one which they had never broken. Once she was ready for bed, he sat beside her, tucked her in, and began another one of his tales.
"There were three powerful good witches," he began.
"And mommy was the most powerful," Cailyn interrupted, having heard every single one of his stories, but longed for bedtime when he would repeat them.
"That's right," he answered her before continuing. "And they were meant to fight bad demons."
"And mommy saved you. Right, daddy?" Cailyn chimed in again as her eyelids began to droop and the need for sleep became overwhelming.
"That's right, baby," Cole responded as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Mommy saved me and you," he whispered.
"Daddy," she said, slowly opening her eyes as her father began to the leave the room. "Say it."
"Goodnight my little ladybug," he told her and she immediately began to fall back to sleep, a smile on her small face.
He stood in the doorway for a few moments after her eyes had closed, looking at the small bundle wrapped up in the quilt her mother had made for her, one which told the love story of her mommy and daddy. She had spent months working on it, finding the pieces of cloth from around the house, in boxes she had kept her keepsakes in, each of which told a story. One piece from their first date, one from their wedding. It was a monument to their love, something she had longed to explain to their child, how they had beaten all odds and had their miracle baby when everyone had believed it to be impossible. She didn't get that chance though and Cole felt as though it was now on him, everything
she had wanted to do with their little girl, everything she had wanted her to be.
He walked to his room, and carefully examining a picture of her, he fell into a peaceful sleep.
"Daddy, daddy! I saw her. I saw Mommy," Cailyn screamed as she attempted to shake the man awake.
Opening his eyes, he saw the excitement in the young girl's, and sitting up, he pulled her to him.
"What did you see?" he asked her, wondering if she had been sent back to them, to be the mother she was destined to be.
"I was sleeping and I saw her. She had my blanket," Cailyn explained, showing the quilt to her father as though it were proof of her encounter. "Her belly was huge! She was talking to it. Why didn't she stay with us, daddy?"
"Remember when I told you about how Mommy could see into the past and the future, about her power called premonitions," he began to explain and when they girl nodded, he continued. "Well, you have it too."
"I have premotions like Mommy," Cailyn exclaimed very loudly.
"Premonitions," Cole corrected the little girl. "You saw mommy when she was still alive. Her belly was big because you were in there," he explained to the child.
She didn't seem to completely get what he was saying, premonitions, and everything. She only knew that she had seen her for the first time, moving, not in a picture like she was used to seeing. She was rocking in a chair holding the quilt, a smile on her face as she talked to her stomach.
"So mommy's not coming back?" the blue-eyed girl asked her father, somewhat devastated that what she had seen had already happened.
"No, sweetie," he answered her solemnly, cupping her small face in his hands. "She's watching us though and protecting us from all the bad men just like she did when she was alive."
"I wish she could be here," Cailyn told her daddy.
"I know, baby. So do I, but Mommy wouldn't want us to be sad," he said as he kissed her forehead. "So why don't we go get you ready for school."
After dropping Cailyn off at school, Cole drove to work, a place he had come to hate. He sat in his office, slacking off on the workload, too distracted to even give the impression that work was being done. Something felt off. He couldn't describe it. All he knew was that he had a bad feeling about the whole day. By eleven, when he still couldn't shake the feeling off, he decided to take the rest of the day off and began the drive to the elementary school. A knot had formed in the pit of his stomach and he feared that there was something demonic going on.
"I need to pick up my daughter, Cailyn Turner," he told the woman in the office of the school, showing his identification.
"But you already picked her up," the woman answered him, glancing from him to a clipboard which sat in front of her. "Ten minutes ago," she added.
So, who has Cailyn and how will Cole get her back? You'll just have to wait. Hopefully not long though. I'll try to update as soon as possible. Please review.