✨The Little Miracles✨

Hardships

(Third Person POV)

While the little Schuyler is at home going through a hardship that may traumatize her for life, there was a certain brown curly haired, freckle-faced boy who was taking it hard as well.

John didn't necessarily know how to take letting the love of his life go so easily. He could barely even stand it. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Poor John hadn't taken Peggy off of his mind since she left a few days ago. He hadn't even eaten and his eyes began to dull. He desperately needed someone to let all of his anger out to. And most of all, he desperately needed to cry. To just cry it all out.

John hadn't cried the entire two days, 23 hours, 13 minutes, and 31 seconds Peggy had been gone.

And trust me he's been counting.

Maybe it was because Peggy had brought out all of the feeling in John? He himself didn't even know if that was true or not, but he certainly did feel strong emotion whenever he was around her. Like he had to protect her somehow, but why couldn't he protect her from her father?

It was a question we all truly wanted to know at the moment, but for now, John had bigger problems at stake. He needed to vent and he couldn't pent up his anger and sadness any longer, but he didn't know how to just let it all out. Of course, he'd cried before, but he'd always had someone there to comfort and hold him somehow.

(Martha's POV)

After the huge... event.. the other day, I haven't gotten John out of his room in two days. I don't think he's eaten or anything and I'm worried.

It's been really rough at work and taking care of James all by myself. I've been taking him to work for the past two days. John usually watches him for me while I'm at work, but, he hasn't come out of his room and it's really been taking a toll on me by doing everything.

Don't get me wrong, I understand what he's going through, but maybe we should talk a bit. Just to get his head straightened out. I am his older sister so I should be the one to comfort and support him.

I walked up the stairs and stood in front of his room door, hearing quiet sobs from behind the door.

Sounds like someone already beat me to the comforting part. I guess I'll talk to him later.

(Johns POV)

"James what are you doing here?" I inquired groggily. My head had been hurting from keeping all of the anger up there.

"Johnny sad?"

"No. Now could you please leave?"

In contrast to me asking him to leave, James decided instead to climb onto my bed and hugged me.

I don't know what happened, but the next minute I knew hit tears were streamed down my face and choked sobs were emitting from my throat with my face buried in my little brother's shoulder.

And he just sat there, holding me.

"There there Johnny, there there.." he's say softly. I don't know if he knew what he was doing, but all I know is that it was helping. I felt a huge burden lift off of my chest.

I can't believe I just let everything out on my little brother, every emotion that built up over the past couple of days that I myself couldn't even get to let go, and a 4 year old just did it for me.

I have to say, I am thankful for it.

(Martha's POV)

I stopped hearing sobs come from behind the door, so I went inside to check on them.

Opening the door as quietly as I could, I peeked inside. John and James were cuddling each other and asleep, tear stains evident on John's face. I should just let them be, so I closed the door and walked back to my room to finish my work.

I don't think I'll need to talk to John anymore. I think James simply showing him love was enough.

'We really need to get John and Peggy back together.' I guess it's time to devise a plan.