Post by Layla Harlow on Nov 3, 2015 17:21:31 GMT -6
"Mommy, mommy, Patchy's here," The slight, and hazel-eyed seven year old came bounding into his mother's room while she sat on the bed, curled up in a tight ball with an over-sized t-shirt covering her frame. She was skinnier now than she'd been since she was ten. Grief did that to her though. It was the same process she'd had when she was learning to get over her brother's death. She barely ate, surrounded herself with things that reminded her of the deceased and listened to music that the person loved. Except instead of a three year old, blonde boy with missing teeth, she saw someone very different. A tall, scruffy man with shaggy brown hair and the brightest blue eyes. Their apartment was covered with pictures of them. Including Nicholas.
"Mom, c'mon. You gotta get ready, please, Mom?"
Layla lifted her eyes to his before snatching him up and flopping back on the bed, her whole body wrapped around her growing baby. He laughed and wiggled as she tickled his sides, covering up whatever hollowness she'd been showing before. Sometimes, she just didn't know how to shut it off. Even with Nicholas, she pulled away. It was hard when she had grown used to shutting herself down when she dealt with loss, but now that she had Nicky, she had to remind herself not to keep doing it.
And Patch. She was still trying to keep up appearances for both of the most important boys in her life. Though she was failing at a miserable rate.
After releasing her son, Layla stood up and snagged a pair of yoga pants from her dresser, pulling them on before exiting her bedroom and bounding down the hall after her boy and directly at her best friend. She could have tackled him, but halted herself and settled for just throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as she could. Affection was just natural to her anymore. "Hey Patchykinz!"
Patch Adams
"Mom, c'mon. You gotta get ready, please, Mom?"
Layla lifted her eyes to his before snatching him up and flopping back on the bed, her whole body wrapped around her growing baby. He laughed and wiggled as she tickled his sides, covering up whatever hollowness she'd been showing before. Sometimes, she just didn't know how to shut it off. Even with Nicholas, she pulled away. It was hard when she had grown used to shutting herself down when she dealt with loss, but now that she had Nicky, she had to remind herself not to keep doing it.
And Patch. She was still trying to keep up appearances for both of the most important boys in her life. Though she was failing at a miserable rate.
After releasing her son, Layla stood up and snagged a pair of yoga pants from her dresser, pulling them on before exiting her bedroom and bounding down the hall after her boy and directly at her best friend. She could have tackled him, but halted herself and settled for just throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as she could. Affection was just natural to her anymore. "Hey Patchykinz!"
Patch Adams