Seriously? So sugartastic. Diabetics beware!
For Pristhebest's prompt: Mama P: "I'm sorry, Noah is a very possessive child".
Papa B: "I think... Rachel doesn't mind being his property".
"Twinkle Twinkle Big Big Star! How an wonder how you are!"
"That was so lovely my darling little girl. You are the best and most wonderful singer ever!"
Jerome Berry's exuberant praise of his precious three and a half year old daughter was cut short as the doorbell rang. Rachel's already large, doe-like eyes widened in curiosity at the sound of the doorbell. It very rarely rang, but when it did it chimed "Tomorrow" from Annie.
"Tomooowwwooww! Tomoooowwwowww!"
Rachel gleefully rushed towards the door ahead of her father, singing one of her favorite songs. She excitedly tried to open the very child-proofed door as Jerome chuckled behind her.
"You are so excited about visitors, aren't you baby girl?" Jerome opened the door and smiled warmly at the visitors. Alison Puckerman tried to reciprocate the smile, but she looked seriously harried. Jerome nodded understandingly and asked, "Has it been a rough day?"
"It's his f-a-t-h-e-r," Alison whispered. "I have to go to Cleveland and B-A-I-L him out."
"B-A-I-L," Rachel parroted back. She scrunched her tiny forehead in concentration and murmured, "Bbbbaaahhhhlll. Bail…."
Jerome cringed and explained, "She reads. Spelling doesn't work for our little Rachel. Rachel, dearest, aren't you very excited for guests?"
Rachel beamed up at Alison Puckerman and immediately launched into animated song, "BEEEE our GUEST! BEEE our GUEST! With a lalalala WEST!"
"Mama?" a curious voice questioned from the car. A door slamming was heard and a small boy not older than four made his way towards the front door where his mother was at.
"Oh, look who decided he wanted to come on his play date afterall!" Alison laughed. She shared a subtle look with Jerome and explained, "He's been obsessed with singing since we watched The Little Mermaid last weekend."
"I wanna be where a people are…I wanna see…wanna see uhm dancing!"
Noah Puckerman rushed to his mother's side at the sound of one of his favorite songs ever (of the last week). It didn't sound exactly like the pretty mermaid from the movie, but it still gave him a little rush of excitement and happiness. He felt his mother's hand on his head, ruffling the wavy brown locks on the top of his head. He stared at the little girl bedecked in pinks and purples and his mouth fell open as she continued to sing.
"Light a fire and watch it …whats a word?"
"BURN!" Noah laughed. He gave a quick hug to his mother's legs before grabbing a very astonished Rachel's hand and pulling her into the house.
Alison laughed ruefully and looked to a very amused Jerome Berry and said, "I'm so thankful for you watching him while I handle this. He's not a picky eater at all, and if your sweet Rachel keeps singing, he'll be totally content all day."
"All she does is sing the last few months. She's convinced that life is a musical," Jerome promised. He gave his friend a quick hug and said, "Go and don't worry. We're very happy to have Noah as a guest. Have a safe and quick trip, Alison…"
Alison Puckerman was gone for exactly five hours. Her trip was uneventful, as the judge refused to set bail for her husband, who had foolishly attempted to rob an armored car with a water gun. She was relieved actually that she would have a mini-vacation from her husband. She pulled into the Berry driveway at 8:15 p.m., fully expecting to pick up her sleeping child and trundle him back to her own house.
When Jerome Berry met her at the door, he held a finger to his lips while his other hand held a video camera. He gestured her into the house and pointed to a ridiculously high tech camera, indicating that she should pick it up. She followed him through the house, and the soft sound of the children singing became louder with each step. They arrived in front of a room that had a large pink name placard, with the name Rachel spelled out in golden stars. Jerome creaked the door open just a little, enough for the cameras to have a clear shot at Rachel's big-girl bed, where two little children were laying peacefully next to each other, singing to their hearts content.
"A whole new worrrrrrld! A new famsastic place to me! A whole new wooooorrrrrllld!"
"You sing so pwetty, Wachel…" Noah whispered as they paused.
"I feel pwetty, oh so pwetty!" Rachel parroted back before giggling madly to herself.
"Less get mawwied, okay?" Noah asked. "Like Ewic and Awiel. You gotta white dress?"
"OKAY!" Rachel finally stopped singing, for the first time in at least two months. She hopped off the bed and went towards her toy chest that was solely dedicated to costumes. She pulled out her bridal dress up set and started to put it on, struggling slightly in getting it over her head. Noah was by her side in an instant and pulled the dress down helpfully.
"I need a tie!" Noah demanded. "And flowers."
"Let's go to Daddy's!" Rachel gripped Noah's hand and they rushed from the room.
Alison and Jerome dove for the bathroom to hide from the children. Somehow Jerome managed to keep filming as the children flew towards his bedroom he shared with his partner, Micah. The children exited the room with a tie wrapped around Noah's neck like a scarf and a hastily made bouquet of fake sunflowers gripped in Rachel's hands.
"Now, I say I do. And you say I do…and we…." Noah faltered.
"Kiss!" Rachel whispered back joyfully.
"I do," Noah nodded solemnly.
"Yes! I do too," Rachel grinned before closing her eyes, puckering her lips and leaning forward. She squealed with joy when she felt a pair of lips pressing against her own. When they broke apart Rachel grinned and began singing again, "Love…love changes evey thing…"
"I love you too, wife," Noah grinned. "Time to sleep now. Let's go."
The children ran off and Jerome and Alison shared a pained expression, knowing it was time to break up the fun. They opened Rachel's bedroom door cautiously, each exhaling a laughed sigh at the sight of their two children laying atop Rachel's bed again, arms wrapped around each other tightly, still in their wedding attire.
"I'm sorry," Alison whispered. "Noah is a very possessive child."
"I think…" Jerome began filming once more as the children fell asleep atop the bed. "I think that Rachel doesn't mind being possessed."
"Do you mind if he spends the night? I'd hate to break their hearts right now," Alison admitted.
"It would be a pleasure. Micah would be sorry he missed this, and the video just wouldn't do," Jerome nodded.
"I'd like a copy of that, I'm sure it'll come in handy someday."