A/N- yes, I know the Bad tour was a lot longer, but this is my story and I don't care so..... enjoy! Xoxo
Michael's POV
October 19th 1988
"MICHAEL! WHERES THE SET OF BASEBALL CARDS YOU SAID YOU HAD FOR MATTHEW?" Shelby yelled from the other room.
"IT SHOULD BE ON TOP OF THE CHEST OF DRAWERS," I answered, putting Sofie down for a nap so that Shelby and I could finish going Matthews room.
I walked in the room to see her sewing something.
"Watcha doin?" I asked her, walking into the room.
"Well, when I called the woman back, she said that Matthew always wanted to have a mother to make proud, so I'm making him this," she explained.
She then showed me a blue and white cotton blanket with the words "You will always make momma proud,"
"Awww that's so sweet. I'm surprised at how smart this kid is at his age and what he's probably gone through," I said, kissing her cheek.
"How's Sofie?" She asked, continuing her sewing.
"She's great. Just laid her down for a nap. She finally ate the baby food carrots I've been trying to give her," I laughed.
"That's great. You know Michael, I'm kinda worried about Matthew," Shelby said sadly.
"How so?" I asked, putting my arm around her and sitting on Mathews bed.
"Because! I don't know how well he's gonna adjust to Sofie being his actual sister and us not being is biological parents," she explained with a worried look on her face.
"Hey, Listen. If I've known anything about bad childhoods, is that the kids will stick together. It doesn't matter if the parents are biological or not! If we raise the kid, then they are our kid, ya know?" I said
"Yeah I guess," she still said sadly.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, until I needed to ask Shelby something.
"Shelby?"
"Yeah,"
"Will you sing?" I ask
"Why do you want me to sing?" She asked
"Because you have a beautiful voice, pleeeeeaaaasssee?" I asked
"Ugh Fine, I'll do it," she sighed
"Yes!" I exclaimed
"What do you want me to sing?" She asked me
"Do slipping through my fingers by ABBA," I said
"Okay, here I go," she signed
(Plz read the lyrics)
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why, I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
(Heres the song, Mamma MIA version)
"That was beautiful," I complimented, kissing her cheek.
"Thank you, now, help me paint this room," she said, getting up.
"Probably a good idea," I laughed, getting the paint cans.
We settled on a baby blue, to match the theme of his room.
He said he liked baseball and my music. But we didn't want to put a whole bunch of me in his room, because he was gonna see enough of me anyway!
But we put up baseball themed decorations, we put in pile of stuffed animals, something we learned he really wanted but didn't have. He also has really wanted a tv in his room, something we didn't really want to do, but since he's had a hard time we went ahead and got him one. The room also has a large window on the far side for him to look through when he wakes.
We finished his room at around 12:30 at night, and man was it hard!
"Pew, That was tiring!" I said, putting my arm on Shelby's shoulder as we looked at the room.
"You know what might help us cool down?" She asked
"What?" I questioned
"A nice shower......" She said, pulling the collar of my shirt to our bathroom.
Let's just say it was a good night.......
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