Here's another small series of drabbles I put together. It's one of the easiest and hardest things to do, writing everything you need to write in exactly 100 words. Expansions are probable- let me know which ones you'd like to see! Enjoy. :)
"What Are Y'all Doin' Tonight?"
"Mom?"
Maddie rounded the corner into her bedroom, greeted by the sight of her mother on the bed, staring at her hands.
"You coming? I picked out Steel Magnolias. You always said you'd watch it with me when I was older. I think I want to now."
Rayna looked up, earlier tear stains still damp on her face.
"Such a good movie but we can watch it a little later, sweetheart. Right now you need to get dressed."
Maddie narrowed her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, baby. We're going out… to the Bluebird."
Maddie shrugged, confused.
"We're going to see Deacon."
"I Shouldn't Love You."
Rayna stirred, rolling onto her back and reaching for him behind her.
Her hand landed on his chest and she released the breath she'd been holding.
"You okay?" He asked softly.
She nodded, failing to mention she often woke like this.
"Good. You know… I was thinking…"
"Thinking what?" She grinned.
"Maybe I shouldn't love you."
"Why's that?"
He kissed her temple.
"Because I'm damn sick of you stealing the covers."
She smiled; opening her mouth to receive his kiss as his hands tentatively wandered her body.
"Shouldn't love me, huh? Sounds like a song."
"We can write it later."
Headline.
"Hey babe," Rayna yawned as she wandered into the kitchen, kissing Deacon on forehead as he stared at some magazine publication in front of him. "I'm starving. I could go for a BBQ pizza."
He glanced up.
"It's 8 AM."
She grinned, looking over his shoulder at what he was reading.
FREAKIN' DEACON!—Rayna Jaymes expecting third child with longtime guitarist at 42.
She tried to control it, but fits of outright giggles completely consumed her.
Deacon glared at her, embarrassed.
"This ain't funny."
"Well, Freakin' Deacon," she rubbed her barely-there, growling bump. "It beats 'Strumming Keeps Her Humming', no?"
PawPaw.
Maddie cried herself out on the floor for what felt like hours.
"Your PawPaw had another heart attack. He's dead."
She felt another sob escaping as she recalled how uncharacteristically cold her mother had been when she just waltzed into her room and delivered the news around 11 that night.
She'd wanted to cling to Rayna, but just as fast as she'd walked in and spoke, she was gone.
She wiped her eyes and reached for her phone, dialing the first person she thought of.
"Maddie?" He answered groggily. "Everything okay?
"No," She wailed. "My PawPaw's gone, Deacon. He's gone."
Tour.
Deacon crammed the last bit of equipment into his truck and slammed the door, turning to face his three most important women.
Daphne hugged him quickly, excitedly rambling that she'd see him when he returned.
Rayna clung to him for an eternity, kissing him relentlessly and begging him to be safe on the road while wishing him luck.
Maddie embraced him with all the power in the solar universe.
"I love you," she said promptly and without hesitation. "Good luck."
He was stunned; he'd heard the words before, but from his daughter was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard.
Grandmother.
"Hey,"
He gripped the phone tightly, ever so afraid that it would slip from his clammy hands at any given second.
He'd been meticulously planning this phone call like it was a doomsday shelter itinerary almost since he'd found out about Maddie, but it was only now when he was actually building a relationship with her that he could bring himself to press send.
Truth be told, he still wasn't sure he knew exactly what to say even after he'd pressed it.
"I'm sorry I haven't called you back. I have to tell you something… I have a daughter, mama."