Miss You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 33

*not edited

Melanie

I lay in bed reading my book when I hear calls from a little girl. She walks in a sparkly purple dress and her curly hair tied up into a bun. Her green eyes gleam a beautiful shade of green like her father. She jumps on the bed waving around a piece of paper getting my attention.

"Mama, look I drew me, you, and daddy at school today." She hands me her art and I look at the makeshift crayon drawing of our family outside our house with some butterflies around us. It's not exactly Van Gogh but it's pretty good for a five year old. Regardless, I love it because she put so much love and effort into it.

"It's beautiful, sweetie. I'm going to put it on the fridge," I say getting up and walking into our kitchen. I grab a banana and strawberry magnet and place the drawing high up on the refrigerator. My daughter claps her hands happy to see her masterpiece on display.

"Where's your father?" I ask her wondering where my adorning husband went.

"One of his patients called in the car, he had to go to work but he said he'll be back for dinner." She nods shaking her head. This is the third time it's happened this week hopefully whoever it is alright. Regardless, I begin to start dinner since I'm planning on making a turkey. Both of our parents are coming over for dinner tonight because we have exciting news to tell them. I'm having another baby, no one but my husband and I know, so I can't wait to see the reaction on everyone's face. Especially my daughter's, will she be happy to hear she's having a brother or sister. I know when there's a new addition to the family they might start to feel jealous because they're not the center of attention anymore. I don't want her to feel like that because I'm going to give them both all my attention.

Business at the Mel's Nest has been booming and my staff is great so I know when I have another baby I won't have to worry too much about it. Nearly seven years in business and I've loved every minute of it, I'm hoping that one of my kids will take over it when I get too old, and it can be a pass down business, but that's asking a lot I know. A mother still can dream though.

"You want to help me make dinner sweetie," I ask my daughter. "Yes!" She cheers and I grab her a stool so she can reach the counter tops.

"Great, okay wash theses veggies for me." I hand her a bowl and she scoots the stool over to the sink and cleans off all the vegetables before bringing back to me. I start chopping everything up preparing them for my soup.

Once I'm done and add the vegetables to simmer in the pot. I add some spices before making the sides for dinner. I make string beans and mash potatoes and mac and cheese. I finally take out the chicken roasting in the oven before my daughter helps me prepare the cherry and apple pies for dessert. I make them from scratch learning the recipe from my mother. I'm not going to put them in the oven until everyone is here so it cooks while we eat dinner, and it'll be done by the time everyone finishes the main meal.

I have to clean up my daughters face as she couldn't help herself from eating some of the pie filling. Thank goodness she's wearing an apron otherwise she would've dirty up her new dress. After, finishing off the top crust I tell her to clean herself up before dinner starts.

The front door opens, and I hear my goofy husband cheer "honey, I'm home!" God, I swear I can't with him sometimes.

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Dinner went smoothly last night, but sadly my daughter isn't as thrilled about the baby like our parents were. My husband and I tried to convince her we'll love her just the same, but she didn't budge. For some reason though she's more mad at me than her father, so I decided to take her to the park hoping to lift her spirits.

So far isn't working as great as I'd imagine. She's barely spoken to me and plays in the sand box alone. I trek over to her sitting just outside of it while two children with similar features play tag. "Sweetie, look at them. Their siblings and they're having fun together. Wouldn't you love to play tag with your brother or sister?"

"I wouldn't mind a sister because boys are gross," she says.

"I agree, but I can't control if it's a boy or a girl."

"You can't pick? But you're having it? It should be like sims," she says. My sister got her the game for her birthday and I question everyday why'd you give that to a five year old.

"I know right that be so cool, but that's only in video games sadly." I say and she sighs.

"Alright, I'm not mad at you. I think you'll like the new baby more than me though. My friend Lizzie said that her parents only pay attention to her little brother now."

"Honey if you ever feel like that tell us alright. I'm sure Lizzie's parents aren't trying to do that it's just that babies need a lot of attention since they can't do everything by themselves like you me and you."

"Thank goodness, I'm not a baby anymore."

"Me too," I chuckle and she giggles with me.

"Mama?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Can we get ice cream?" She points to the ice cream truck behind me.

"Sure," I say taking her hand in mine and we go towards the truck filled with creamy goodness.

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"And they lived happily ever after," my husband finishes reading the fairytale to her. His back turns towards me and I get a great view of his back side. His curls starting to really grow out this past three months and he hasn't gotten a haircut, but I honestly don't mind he's looking sexier with this slightly longer hair. He's in a white beater tank top and black wide legged pants since he took off his shirt and blazer immediately when he got back. He missed dinner because a teenage girl client of hers is having a hard time about her father passing which my husband has experience and knows quite well the pain that comes with grief over a beloved parent. It didn't come home until it was time for our daughters bedtime which is seven on a school night. I know they both adore this time together because he always is glad to read her all the fairytales she wants. She's our little princess and he definitely treats her as such.

I know I told my daughter I wanted a daughter but that was only to appease her. I actually want a cute baby boy. Maybe he'll take after his father or at least be an absolute gentleman like him. But regardless the gender I know I'll love them unconditionally.

"Again, please daddy?"

"Sorry, Princess it's time for bed now."

"Fine but can you sing out song for me."

"Sure thing."

"It's a little bit funny
This feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, ha
But then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show"

He starts and then she joins him to sing the next part.

"I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song, and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody
This is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in the words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world"

I smile at the sight of them, but my vision starts to become hazy and the room starts spinning. I try to balance myself on the side of the doorway, but fail miserably before falling to the ground.

"Melanie?" Is the last thing I hear before blacking out.

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Short I know but this is what Melanie is dreaming about in her comatose state just in case you're confused.

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