(Warning. Story based on it's complicated characters. However events and endings will vary from actually movie.)
NOTICE: All mistakes are mine. I have no beta.
Most characters in this fic will my own original characters. It's complicated basis
It was just an idea I have had for awhile, but didn't think it was worth writing down. . I thought it sucked personally, But your touching reviews have made me realize maybe by writing is not so bad. Thanks for the reviews guys. Hehe.
To Unika542. I apologize for being so hard on myself, and for cutting you off! Sorry, it's what keeps you reading right? -ducks and covers-
- - - - - - - - - - December 29,1979 - - - - - - - - - -
Sesame street came into focus on the static ridden TV as she turned the dial with her snowflake fingers. The volume dial twisted up next . She sat cross legged on the floor brushing her strawberry short cake dolls hair while her mother sat before a type writer in the kitchen, glasses perched on the tip of her nose.
Click, click, click. Pause. Click.
"Amelia! Turn that down. Now!"
Lillian leaned over in her chair to see the little girl rise and walk over to the TV screen.
Smiling silently Lillian returned to her typing while Amelia enjoyed the half hour of her favorite TV show.
A car pulled into the drive around Five on the dot. That was normal during the week for them.
Amelia looked up from her dolls, leaning over she turned off the TV and hoped to her feet.
"He's home. He's home!"
She said, racing through the living room, through the sun room and past the kitchen all the way to the front door right as he opened it.
"Hey Princess."
He said, dropping his bags while she left into his arms and hugged him.
"Hi Mr. Allen.
Did you finish my dress yet?"
"Humm we will see later won't we?"
She nodded, giggling.
"You smell like strawberries."
He said, carrying her into the kitchen. He sat her down on the floor and peered over Lillian's work, sliding his hands over her shoulders. Lillian shivered turning to look up at him, she hit the space key hard. with her light chuckling their lips met briefly. Lillian shimmered out of his hold and reached for a clean sheet of paper. She slid it in and reset her type writer.
"How was work today honey?"
She fiddled with the jammed key.
"It was interesting.. We got a lot done today. I drew a few sketches but nothing seems quite right. I guess I'll keep working on it. I managed to get the little princess her dress."
Allen grinned ,looking over to meet two little eyes with his.
"It's in the white bag in my case…"
Amelia was off in a flash of lightning.
"Hey hey! No running!"
He said, wagging his finger in her direction, Lillian smiled, digging her hands into his tense shoulders.
"Aw. Honey relax you'll get it. The samples are not due for another two weeks. Im sure you'll have something done by then."
"God, I hope your right."
Allen exhaled deeply, welcoming her touch. His eye lids began to droop…
Something about coming him to wife and daughter that he would do anything for suited him. In some ways he was happy Lillian hadn't found Amelia's mother. It would hurt like hell if they had to hand her over to some stranger. Then other half ate away at him. He knew how much he cared from Amelia, and he was not even her father. They were not her parents. He couldn't imagine living the same without Amelia. If he had to live with out their own child, He didn't think he could carry on regardless the responsibility he had to Lillian, She in the end would be the only reason he could go o-
"Of corse I am. Im always right. Even if things don't go as planned we will still make it. We always do baby."
She said, breaking him free of his gloomy thoughts.
"Huh? Oh um yes, we always do. Always will."
He rested his hand on top of hers.
Lillian smiled, lifting her hands she stretched them out, cracking her knuckles quietly. She washed her hands and the poured them both a cup of tea.
"Oh. I almost forgot. I have to attend this thing in the city Thursday. The whole company's going. It's kind of a family affair."
"Thursday? Are you sure. Allen that's New Years Eve."
"I know. Im sorry. We just got notice of it this morning. Last minute invitation Im guessing."
Allen lifted the tea cup, sipping it gingerly.
Lillian sighed. Still she understood. She took off her glasses, pinning them to her shirt.
"Okay. Well, we have the holiday off anyway. It shouldn't be much trouble to find proper attire. It's formal isn't it?"
Allen bobbed his head.
"Oh…okay… Well Amelia can ware her dress. She's been going on and on about it all week."
Lillian laughed.
"Yeah. Im sure she'll be a doll."
Allen responded, seeing Amelia waltz in wearing it, the shear fabric hugging her small form.
