For leftenantmills0818 on Tumblr. I hope you thoroughly enjoy this. I had fun writing it. :) This is more than a blurb. It's more like a short story, but it doesn't matter. It's a feels fest. You're welcome. :) This idea hit me while I was doing my twist out. There is fanart of the first part I wrote about I think, but I'll have to find it. Lol This song isn't mine. It's by Alexz Johnson and called "I Don't Know If I Should Stay." You should listen to it when you read this. It's so beautiful and reminds me of Ichabbie. :)
Miracle sat between her father's legs on a stool. He parted her hair in two sections. He combed through the first section, then the other.
She titled her head back. "Daddy, can you sing me a song?"
"What would you like me to sing, my Miracle?"
"The song you sing for mommy."
Crane smiled at her. He kissed her forehead. "As you wish, my sweet."
She titled her head forward.
"Oh, before I forget, you have to select two bows, my darling."
Crane picked up the square container of hair clips, scrunchies, hair bows, ribbons, hair bands, and rubber bands. He lifted it above Miracle's head and placed it in her outstretched hands. She dug through it.
"I can't find anything. You pick two bows, daddy." She lifted the container above her head.
Crane grabbed it from her, searched through it until he found two teal ribbons with purple butterflies on them. He handed them to Miracle and put the container next to him on the bed.
"Will those do?"
She shrugged and glanced at them, put them in her lap. "Yes."
She didn't really care for bows and ribbons anymore, but sometimes she wore them if she was in the mood. Crane guessed she didn't want to look like Miss Jenny today. Two weeks ago, she told him Auntie Jenny doesn't wear hair bows, so she stopped wearing them.
"Can you sing to me now?"
He chuckled at her and started to braid one section of her hair. "As you wish. 'Where's my will?/Can I find a way?/ The earth is wild/And I can't sit still/A familiar sound/A familiar voice.'"
Miracle hummed with him. She liked this song, always requested it unless it was a special day, like a holiday or a birthday. Crane always sung it for her. He never objected it. Sometimes Miracle would get out of bed for something to drink, and she would catch them dancing in the dim living room. There was no music, only Crane singing this song to Abbie with her head on his chest. Both their eyes were closed, but opened when they heard Miracle giggle.
He switched between humming and singing as he plaited a French braid in the first section of her hair. He liked doing her hair. He wanted to do it after he saw how Abbie interacted with their daughter. Miracle would lay her head on her mother's knee, and Abbie would tell her a story about their Apocalypse days. Miracle would fall asleep with a smile on her face.
"You and daddy are so brave," she always said.
Abbie kissed the side of her head and finished her hair. When she was done, she wouldn't wake Miracle for five minutes. She would stare, smile at their daughter, and brush flyways from her hair. She would kiss the side of her head again, then tickle her awake.
Crane wanted moments like that with his daughter, too, so he and Abbie would alternate. Today was his turn. Abbie fixed them breakfast while he did Miracle's hair and vice versa.
He finished the first braid and reached his hand out. Miracle handed him both ribbons. He spread them across his thigh. He took one of them, tied it at the end of her braid, then placed the braid over her left shoulder. He started the other while he continued to the sing. Miracle kept humming with him.
"'A thousand stars/ You will have my word/I'm bright enough/To fill these cracks.'" He hummed some more of the song. He was half-way done with the second braid.
Miracle sung the rest of the song with him. "'I ran to you like water/I threw my body in/And I'll stand up on the ocean/Just to show you that I am strong/Strong/But what if I am wrong?'"
"'A familiar look/A familiar smile/Makes it so hard/To make a choice/I don't know if I should stay/Away.'" Crane tied the last ribbon at the end of her braid. "You are all done, my little Treasure."
Crane put the comb in her hair box as Miracle stood up and turned to her dad. "How do I look?"
Crane put his hand on her cheek; her small hand covered his. "You look exquisite. You look just like your mother." He kissed her forehead.
She took his hand and led him to the kitchen. Abbie smiled at them when she saw them. She put bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch on the table for all of them.
"Hey. You all done?" She walked towards her daughter and bent down in front of her.
Miracle nodded. "How do I look, mommy?"
Abbie kissed her cheek. "Like my gorgeous butterfly. You hungry?"
She nodded and took Abbie's hand. She helped Miracle sit in the chair, pushed her up to the table. She helped pour her milk in her bowl.
Crane stared at them and smiled as he sat down at the table in front of his cereal. Abbie glanced at him; she sat down, too, intertwined their fingers. She poured milk in both their bowls.
"What?" she said.
"I love you and the beautiful daughter you gave me."
She smiled at him, kissed his lips a few times.
"Our cereal will get soggy and Miracle," Crane said.
Miracle giggled. They looked at her, smiling.
"I don't think she minds, Crane."
"Nope. You and daddy love each other."
They glanced at each other.
"We do," Abbie said.
Crane grabbed a spoonful of cereal out of her bowl. Abbie took it from him.
"You have your own Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Hands off."
"Yours is so much better."
Abbie shook her head. She fed him a little bit of her cereal anyway.
"Happy?"
"Indeed." Crane took his spoon and fed her.
"Me, too," Miracle said.
They both took turns feeding her and themselves and stole cereal from the other's bowls; they took turns singing Abbie's song.