Past...
Both your parents were away for the evening as they had filmed all day and have interviews with the press in the morning. You laid in bed trying your best to sleep. You moved around and around as you tried to get comfortable. 'Baby.'
"Mommy?" You sat up and looked around the room, trying to find her. Finally, you stood up out of bed and went into their room to an empty bed. You went over to the dressing table, which had a picture of three of you. Patrick was holding you in his arms as you gently laid against his shoulder while Vera had her arms around Patrick with your hand touching hers on his arm. You smiled as you picked up the photo and kissed it. As you placed it back down, you heard her voice again, 'sweetie'.
"Mommy where are you?" You came out of their room and headed downstairs to see if they were in the kitchen or the lounge. Again they were nowhere in sight. You opened the back door and looked in the garden. It was pitch black, so you could hardly see much. "Mommy." "Daddy." You searched everywhere you could think they could be. As you went up to the back door, it locked from the inside. Your heart started to rise as you realised you were now stuck outside the house. "NANA!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, trying to wake her from the slightly opened spare room window. After a few shouts, she finally came to the window. She looked down and saw you stood on the grass in your pj's. She came downstairs and opened the back door.
"Darling why were you outside?"
"I heard Mommy."
"What do you mean?"
"She was calling me Nana." She looked at you in confusion.
"It must have been a dream darling, they aren't here."
"But I heard her."
"Come on let's get you back up to bed."
"I really heard her Nana."
"Alright darling, just go back to sleep alright." Not long after she shut the door, you heard Vera again. 'Baby, where are you.'
"Mommy, I am here, I can't see you." You sat up and looked around your room, waiting for her to come through the door. 'I love you.'
"I love you too Mommy." You laid back down and closed your eyes as you tried to imagine them being here.
Hi Baby.
Mommy.
Are you really here?
Of course, I'm here. She wrapped her arms around you tight as you felt warm in her embrace. She bent down as she cupped your cheeks.
Promise me, Baby.
What?
You will never grow up.
Mommy, how can I promise that.
Just stay here with me.
Stay where, though.
Right here. You never have to go back.
Go back where? Mommy, you aren't making sense.
I love you, Sweetie.
I love you too. She held your hand as she walked you further down the back garden towards some really bright light. You pulled away for a minute.
Mommy, where are we going?
Where the angels live, Sweetie.
What about Daddy?
YOU ARE READING
Loving home//Parmiga
FanfictionY/N is the daughter of Vera Farmiga and Patrick Wilson. Follow the story as your parents protect you at every cost because you mean the world to them.