A/N: hey all. i decided to e-x-p-a-n-d this orgionally written 'one-shot' into a full length story. hope you enjoy!
CHAPTER TWO
(chapter title - Three Years Later)
"Daddy!" Sara Davis called.
"I'm in here, baby." Roger called back. Sara smiled and walked to where her dad's voice was calling from.
"Hey peanut. What are you doing up from your nap, huh?" Roger asked, scooping his three-year-old daughter in his lap.
"It waining out. Thunder scary." Sara told him, burying her face in his shoulder. Roger smiled and patted her back.
"It's okay, sweetie. The thunder won't hurt you. I'll stay with you for a bit, okay?" Roger told her, standing up and holding her close. Together, the two of them walked to the nursery where Roger tucked Sara in and laid down next to her. Stroking her soft blond hair, he kissed her forehead and closed his eyes.
"Hello?" Mark's voice called into the dark loft. Roger sat up and walked out to meet the other man. Smiling, he hugged Mark and led him to the couch.
"How was filming?" Roger asked, barely above a whisper.
"Fine - until it started to rain." Mark answered bitterly. Roger smiled and kissed Mark's forehead. The two of them had been dating for two months and were slowly falling in love.
"So, how's Sara doing?" Mark asked.
"She's fine - just fell asleep. The thunder is scaring her a bit." Roger told him, taking one of Mark's hands in his. His hands were so cold.
"Your hands are cold, Mark." Roger said, wrapping his hands around Mark's.
"No duh, Rog." Mark responded sarcastically. Roger smiled and leaned in to kiss Mark when there was a flash of lightening and Sara's crying.
"I'll get her." Mark stood up and walked to the nursery. Roger just relaxed until Mark came back carrying Sara. She was holding her pink security blanket and a stuffed pink unicorn.
"Hey Sar bear. What's wrong, sweetie?" Roger asked the three-year-old as Mark placed her in Roger's lap. She instantly buried her face in his shoulder and began to cry.
"Mark, hand me my guitar, please." Roger said, holding the toddler closer to him. Mark smiled and nodded, handing Roger his guitar.
"W-what that daddy?" Sara asked, wiping the tears out of her eyes. Roger kissed her forehead and dried the tears that were still on her cheeks.
"This is my guitar, baby. I'm gonna play you something and then I want you to go right to sleep, okay?" Roger comforted her. Sara nodded and watched Roger pluck the strings and sing her favorite lullaby "Edelweiss." Mark smiled and filmed father and daughter, together on the couch.
"Edelweiss, edelweiss, every morning you greet me
Small and white,
Clean and bright,
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow
May you bloom and grow,
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, edelweiss, bless my home-land forever" Roger sang softly. Carefully setting his guitar down, he picked Sara up and carried her back to the nursery where she would be in dreamland for a very, very long time.
"I love you and I always will." Roger whispered in her ear. Closing the door, he stepped out of her room to let his little girl sleep. He thanked God for her everyday of his life. Even though Mimi was gone, a part of her was in Sara - her spirit, her sweetness and those beautiful chocolate brown doe-eyes.
Roger was in his room, lying on his back and having a 'talk' with Mimi.
"Hey Meems." Roger began. "I can't believe it's been three years since you were taken from Sara and I. She asks about you everyday and I try to answer her as best as I possibly can."
"I know you told me to love again before you died, and I did - Mark and I have been dating for two months now. He's my everything - just like you were."
"I haven't written any songs, but my song, 'Your Eyes' is the most recommended song on the radio. People absolutely go nuts over it."
"I miss you so much baby and I just wish that you were alive to see Sara grow into a beautiful young lady. She'll be four next week - I can't believe it. It seems like yesterday I was bringing her home from the hospital." Roger felt tears in his eyes as he continued to talk about Sara. A short while later, he decided to end his 'talk'.
"Well, Meems. I gotta get up early for the recording studio. I love you so much baby. Give Angel our love and tell her not to get into too much trouble." Roger smiled, sang his favorite line of 'Your Eyes', closed his eyes and instantly fell asleep, tears streaming down his cheeks as he slipped into a dreamful slumber.
A/N 2: don't own the lyrics to Edelweiss. belongs to respected owner. 'nuff said.
