Wow I'm so sorry it's been really long since I updated... but don't worry I will finish it this year, promise. (Hopefully) I can update more after I finish a couple other stories. Well, enjoy!

Big thanks to Mariethejournalist231 for her ideas, and OC. You helped give this story wings, so now it can soar.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Sing.


He looked at his reflection on the broken mirror, and for a moment he felt as if he had really shattered too.


Chelia's P.O.V.

It was about a week after my kidnapping, and I was doing fine. Johnny and I sat at the table, eating dinner. He looked at me, a troubled look in his eye.

"Chelia?"

"Hmm?" I hummed.

"I think we should visit him. Both of us. Let him know about our child, y'know?" Johnny breathed. I looked at him skeptically.

"I don't know. He kinda... scares me." I frowned, shuddering at the memory of last week.

"And you have every right to be, but hear me out: my dad's a reasonable guy, well, most of the time, and I think we can settle this and make up. But I need you to be there."

"Fine," I sighed. "But I want you to do something for me."

"What?" He questioned.

"I want you to go and buy snacks. A lot of them." I say, gesturing with my arms.

"That's it?" He laughed. "Sure baby, I'll buy you snacks." I smiled, nodding my head.

"Alright, so when are we going to see your dad?" I asked.

"I was thinking tomorrow, if that's ok with you."

"Yeah, it works." I frown. "What if he doesn't want to talk to us?"

"It's worth a shot." I nod slowly, digesting this information. I stood up without a word, washing my dish and heading upstairs to bed. I needed my sleep for tomorrow.

~The Next Day~

"Good morning, sunshine." I grogily open my eyes, squinting in the bright light. "Time to get ready."

"Mornin'," I slur sleepily. I undress, and put on a yellow blouse with teal blue shorts. As I look at my rounding belly, I realize soon I'll have to go maternity shopping. I brush my teeth and comb my fur, and grab a cereal bar on the way out. Johnny was waiting for me in the car.

"You look gorgeous, baby," Johnny says, smiling sweetly. I give him a half smile, and he backs out of the driveway. He's become a much safer driver, and I'm proud of how far he's come. The prison isn't far from our home, and soon enough, we're there.

"We've come to see Marcus King."

"Names?"

"Johnny and Chelia King."

"You may enter, line 4."

That was... scarily simple. Johnny and I walk in, and head to line 4. His dad comes in, and sits on the other side of the glass. We pick up the phone, and talk a little.

"Dad-"

"Don't." He sighs. "I screwed up. It's my fault."

"I forgive you. But, you could've just asked, yknow. I would try to help." Johnny offers thoughtfully.

"I forgive you too." I butt in. "Just don't try that again, please." He smiles small, snorting a little.

"Oh, and dad," Johnny grins. "We would like you to meet... your grandchild!" I stand up, showing off my rounding belly.

"Hehe," he laughs nervously. "No offense, but I thought you were just fattening up. I didn't want to say anything though." I burst out laughing, and Johnny joins in. When we calm down, I speak.

"It's ok." I smile.

"Line 4, times up!" The prison guard yells.

"Nice talking to you, dad." He waves a little as he gets escorted back to his cell. Johnny and I leave together, driving home.

"I told you he was a reasonable guy," Johnny says, pointing at me.

"Maybe he's not so bad after all."


I would just like you to know how sorry I am for not updating sooner. I apologize for that, I really do. I've been very busy working on a a Valentine's Day special, and I don't have much time, so... yea. Thanks!

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