Author's Note: Hey guys! It's time for the next update. Unfortunately, this chapter isn't as long as the others, but it's still a pretty good chapter. Hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, any of its characters, or any of its series. The main idea for this story came from a 2009-2010 storyline of Days of our Lives so the entire plot doesn't belong to me. But, all of the made up character names, places, and details in this story all belong to me!


Mommy's Picture

Katherine opened her eyes weakly to the sounds of crying. She looked around in confusion as she tried to locate the alarm clock. The clock on the nightstand read two a.m. She'd only been asleep for two hours and now, someone was ruining it. She sat up slowly and looked beside her at Collin, who was face planted on the bed snoring loudly. He obviously wasn't the source of the crying. As her ears tuned into her surroundings, she discovered that the cries belonged to little Jacob. Kat sighed and pushed herself out of the bed as her feet drug her out of her room and across the hall.

Jacob was standing up in his crib wailing as tears poured down his face. He was gripping onto the bars of the crib with all his might as he screamed.

"What is it Jake?" Katherine asked as she grabbed the boy from the crib. "What's the matter?"

Jacob's cries grew louder as Katherine tried her best to console him. Nothing could calm him down. She tried singing but that didn't work. She gave him a bottle but he threw it across the room. His pacifier was spit back at her and his diaper was as dry as can be.

"What's wrong?" she groaned, pleading to God that the boy would stop crying.

"Ma-ma-mama!" he managed to say in hiccups.

Katherine's eyes widened as he screamed for his mother again. Since Kimberly had left, Jacob hadn't said mama once. Not even on Christmas when he'd opened that surprise gift from Kimberly. So why was he calling for her now?

"Mama!" he screamed in the most pitiful wail she'd ever heard.

Katherine sighed and slumped onto the rocking chair in the corner as she tried to rock the little boy to sleep.

"Jake…" she said sadly. "Your mommy's not here."

Jacob's cries worsened at her words. Katherine bit her lower lip as she tried to find a way to console the young toddler. "Look, your mommy isn't here, but I'm here Jake. I'd never leave you behind. And I wish I knew what was wrong with you so I could make you feel better."

Jacob continued crying for five more minutes and Katherine was unsuccessfully trying to make him stop. Finally, Collin appeared in the room rubbing his eyes with a yawn.

"What's the matter little guy?" he said walking over to Kat and pulling him out of her arms.

"Mama!" he wailed.

Collin looked at Katherine as she sighed in frustration. She looked like she was ready to start crying. "I've been trying for ten minutes down to get him to stop." She said. "He keeps yelling mama, mama, mama, but I don't know what's wrong with him."

"Maybe he had a scary dream or something?"

"That's never happened before though." Katherine pointed out.

"I know." Collin said. "This must be his first one."

Jacob clung onto his father as tight as he could as he continued to scream for his mother. Suddenly, Collin got an idea.

"Go back to bed Kat." He said. "I know what to do."

Katherine shrugged and walked out of the room. Collin followed her out and into their bedroom. He walked over to his dresser and dug around in the top drawer. Katherine watched him intently from her place on their bed as he pulled out a photograph.

"Lookie here buddy." He smiled as he held the picture up to where Jacob could see it. Jacob's cries quieted as he looked at the photo in his father's hand. It was a picture of Kimberly holding Jacob a few months after he was born. She'd convinced Collin to let them take a picture down at Wal-Mart and he agreed. Jacob touched the picture and began giggling happily.

"My mama." He said happily.

Katherine watched the two of them with heavy eyelids. She couldn't help but to tear up at the sight. Jacob was instantly calmed by the sight of a mere picture that Collin kept in his sock drawer. She couldn't even think of a way to calm him down. What was she going to do when it was time for her to comfort her own child? Would she be up for the task? Or would she fail just like she had already done so many times in her life?


Author's Note: And so ends this next chapter! I know you're all probably upset that it's so short, but I thought the story needed a little sweet moment. Anyways, the next update is coming soon, so you'd better review and be patient, because the next one's coming soon.