Chapter 8

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Casey's pov

The first thing I ever remember is a sound. It was a warm soft sound. It was always there, in a steady beat, it was a happy sound. I didnt realize what that sound was, until later. It was mommys heart.
There was a specific spot on mommys chest, it was right over his heart, and my head could be cradled in his neck. Mommys heart was a steady sound that I used to fall asleep to all the time. I loved mommys hugs, they were warm and safe, mommy would nuzzle my face and hold me close talk to me and tell me how good I was.
For a while it was me and mommy, then it was mommy me and deedee. I love deedee, he was so tiny and cute. I was still scared mommy would forget me, but he didnt, mommy let me and deedee share him. Deedee loved mommys heart too, when he got sad mommy would put him on his chest and he wouldn't be sad anymore. It was hard though, mommy was always sad, there were mean people who hurt mommy. He would get pulled away for a long time, I would have to hold deedee until mommy came back because I was a good boy. The mean people would bring mommy back all purple, and mommy would hug us and cry. It made mommy feel better, so I always hugged mommy as tight as I could. I always loved when mommy smiled too, deedee and I would give him kisses and the we'd be kissed back. That was my favorite part, making mommy smile and laugh.

We also never went out of tiny home, that's what I called it, I didnt know what else to say about the room. We always lived in it. The mean people wouldn't let us outside, all we had was the window, that's what mommy called it. It was always like that, being in the little home with deedee and mommy and me. It was always the same mommy turning purple and sad, then deedee and me would make mommy happy again. It was when I got bigger, when mommy told me that deedee and me would be a bigger family. Mommys tummy got all big like with deedee, mommy liked to cuddle with us and I laid on his tummy.

There would always be the same sound, the calming thump thump thump sound of mommys heart. Mommy said in his tummy was a new baby, that we should love it like we love mommy. That confused me a lot, how can I love something I can't see ? But it was ok because I love Evee and I love JJ and Ange, I love them all. But I love mommy the most.

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I like this place much better than tiny home. It was big and had toys I've never seen before, there was a big yard mommy let us play in and we got snacks. And now we have a papa and a daddy, we've never had those. Papa and daddy are awesome though, why mommy hadn't gotten us them be
fore I don't know. Maybe mommy didn't know what papa's and daddy's were either. And where papa and daddy lived was way better than tiny home. I need to tell mommy that when he wakes up, I dont blame mommy for being tired. We ran in the forest for a long time, and we didnt sleep like normal. It was fun .... but I didnt really like it that much, mommy looked sad most of the time. I dont know why, it's probably adult stuff but I know what we went through in tiny home was bad.

"What are you doing pup ?" I look up and saw papa.
Papa and daddy were handsome, but I am a little sad that I dont look more like papa or daddy. Jude and Dian do but not me or Evee, baby Ange ...... I dont know he's a pinky squishy baby right now.
"Playing soldiers papa want to play ?" Papa crouched down and stroked my hair.
I liked when he did that my head got all tingley, it felt good.
"Of course pup I'd love to." Papa sat me in his lap and spread his legs out and put my toys in between, oh.
"Papa papa." I tugged his shirt.
"What pup?" I liked papa's smile.
"When do I have to give the toys back ?" Papa blinked, then he frowned.
Oh no, I did something bad. I mad papa feel bad, I dint want him to feel bad.
"What do you mean give them back pup ?" I looked away.
"Casey, look at papa." Papa cupped my face and made me look.
Papa eyes were warm and looked like that sticky chewy sweet stuff mommy was able to give us once, they were really pretty and bright. But now they were dark and sad, like that sweet stuff got dirty.

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