Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 75~

"Mommy, can I sleep with you and Daddy?" Imogen asked with puppy eyes.

"Sure, Piccolina," I smiled and she snuggled in bed between me and Dalton.

"Thank you Mommy," she said quietly. "You're welcome, little one."

She scooted closer to me and placed her head next to my chest. She started to drift off to sleep and I wrapped my arm around her. She's so tiny. Dalton wrapped his arm around both me and Imogen protectively.

"Goodnight baby," I mumbled as I closed my eyes.

"Goodnight," he softly kissed my head.

***

"MOMMY!" I heard Imogen scream and I quickly woke up. Dalton was also awakened. It was still dark. Imogen was still asleep, but she was screaming and crying in her sleep. She must've been having a nightmare.

"Daddy, Mommy's dead!" she screamed in her sleep. My heart broke. She must be having flashbacks.

"You had a bad dream, Piccolina," I gently shook her awake, "Mommy's here, Mommy's okay."

Her eyes fluttered open and she started crying on my chest. Dalton gently rubbed her back, trying to comfort her.

"Everything's gonna be okay, little blossom," he cooed, "you had a bad dream. Mommy's okay, she's here."

"Mommy," she cried onto my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and gently kissed her head.

"Mommy's here, Piccolina," I cooed, rubbing her back. She was still shaking and her heart was pounding. She was covered in sweat from all the fear. I placed her on my chest and kissed her head. She then started to calm down. I sang her a lullaby and she started to drift off to sleep. I gently placed her back on the bed next to me and started to drift off to sleep myself.

***

"Good morning baby," Dalton kissed my forehead as soon as I woke up.

"Morning," I smiled, "morning kisses?"

"Sure," he smiled. I looked at him in the eyes and attached my lips onto his, smiling into the kiss. We pulled away and smiled at each other.

"What are we gonna do today?" I asked him, noticing Imogen was still asleep.

"Anything you want," he smiled, "but before that, can we talk about something important?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

"I think you will have to start seeing your therapist again, she will help you, especially after everything that happened."

"I guess you're right," I said softly, "I don't want it to happen again. To be honest, I don't want my life to end, I just want all the pain to go away. My mind lies to me a lot of times, telling me that I want my life to end, and I believe that's what people with depression are experiencing."

"That's my baby," he smiled and kissed my cheek, "I'm so proud of you."

"We also have to do something about Imogen's trauma, we can't just let her be. She's also suffering," I said, trying not to cry.

"I know baby, I have an idea. Your therapist had been with you since you were a kid, am I right?"

"Yeah, she helped me deal with my parents' divorce."

"That means she knows how to deal with children, let's see if she can help her."

"I don't know," I looked down, "I was eight or nine at that time, Imogen's just turning two in November."

"There's no harm in trying, you know?" he said and I nodded.

"Mommy?" Imogen called with her tiny voice as soon as she woke up.

"Yes Piccolina?"

"Cuddle," she said softly and I giggled, pulling her into a hug. She placed kisses on my face, making me smile.

"Can Daddy have some kisses too?" Dalton asked her.

"Yes," she beamed. She placed kisses on his face and he let out a giggle.

"Thank you," he giggled.

"Welcome," she said cutely.

"Baby?" I called. "Yeah?"

"I met Grandpa, Malcolm, Ella, and Oliver when I was in that coma," I told him.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"What did they tell you?"

"Grandpa told me that it's not time for me to go yet, because everyone loves me. He also told me to always be loyal to you, 'cause you're definitely a keeper," I said, making him smile.

"What did Malcolm say?" he asked.

"Pretty similar to what Grandpa said, he said that I have to go back, because you and Imogen really need me. He also said that we're truly made for each other," I told him and he smiled.

"He's also the one taking care of Oliver. Oliver looks exactly like you, except he had my nose. He smiled at me, his smile was really cute, and it looked exactly like yours. Malcolm said that it wasn't his first smile, but it was his cutest one. He said that Oliver would always smile whenever he would tell him things about me," I started to tear up as I recalled what I saw.

"Oh, baby," he pulled me into a hug, gently rubbing my back.

"I miss them so much," I cried onto his chest, "I miss Ella too, she was crying when I had to go back."

"I'm so sorry baby," he rubbed my back, "I promise we'll meet them again when it's time."

"Mommy, do you need a hug?" Imogen asked. I nodded. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my head.

"Don't be sad Mommy, you have me," she said with her tiny voice. I let out a little smile. I couldn't ask for a better daughter.

"You always know how to make Mommy feel better, don't you?" Dalton tapped on Imogen's nose.

"Of course," she said proudly, missing the 'r' sound, which made her cuter.

"You're the best," I whispered in her ear.

"No Mommy, you're the best," she replied. My heart fluttered. She truly is an angel. Malcolm sent us an angel from heaven. She had been bringing me a lot of happiness and positive energy, it's now my turn to make her the happiest person alive.