A Funk

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Jason's pov

Liam is turning 6 months old tomorrow. Miranda wanted to celebrate for some reason. She's been posting alot of pictures on her Instagram. I love having a kid. But I miss Lea everyday of my life. Liam,  for the most part,  has been a quiet kid except for at night. Damn can that boy howl. It's crazy. "Hey Jase you alright? You're thinking pretty hard." She says,  resituating our son. I don't want to bring her down by mentioning Lea but I'm not sure how else to reply. She sits beside me and Liam grabs my hand. I force a smile and hold his. "You're missing Lea, aren't you?" My eyes widen in surprise and I stare at her, caught off guard. I slowly nod, feeling even more upset. Liam coos and throws his hands in the air. "Let's get out of the house." She says, standing up. I don't want to be upset. I hate feeling this way. "We're gonna go for a drive. I'm driving." She says, making me smile as exhaustion from emotional turmoil weighed me down. "Whatever you say." I say,  grabbing my boots. She kisses my head and goes to get Liam ready. I shakily hold the necklace that held my daughter's ashes. We both got one. "I miss you every day baby girl."

Miranda's pov

I get Liam in his car seat as Jason walks out, adjusting his ballcap. He squints in the sun and forces a smile. "It's gonna get better." I say,  hugging him. "It has to." "Sorry I'm so down. I don't mean to be." "Don't apologize. I'm still upset too. I probably always will be." He smiles and kisses my forehead. "That makes me feel better." We get in the truck and half an hour into the drive, both my boys are asleep. I can't help but notice Jason subconsciously holding onto his necklace. "Like he's holding our little girl." I whisper,  running my finger against the smooth glass. "We love you Lea." I whisper,  hitting the Alabama line. Part of me hopes they stay asleep the whole trip.

Jason's pov

*in his dream*

It was the day we lost Lea. Only this time,  I blacked out instead of falling asleep. I somehow saved her.

*a few hours later*

Miranda's pov

We get to his mom's house in Georgia. Both boys still asleep as his mom walked out to greet us. "I think he's worn himself out." I say,  hugging her. "He's been upset over Lea, huh?" She asks. I nod. "Losing her is probably the hardest thing we've ever gone through."

Jason's pov

I groggily wake up,  hearing the door open. I'm caught off guard seeing mama. I hug her,  trying to wake up. "Hey mama." I undo the seatbelt as the dream I had comes back to me. Why couldn't I have blacked out then instead?! Whatever that shit was, why couldn't it have helped me that day, more than a year ago? Why couldn't I save her?! "Jason,  what's wrong?" Mom asks,  looking concerned. Then I realize I'm crying. "J-Just missing Lea." I mumble,  holding the necklace again. Miranda hugs me and we go inside. Dad was asleep on the couch. Mom nudged him awake while she also cuddled and held Liam. I couldn't help but smile. She's such a doting,  loving grandmother. "Good to see you again!" Dad said hugging me. "You too,  pop." I say,  sitting down. I told them about the new tour I'm going on. I'm nervous and don't really wanna go without Liam and Miranda. She doesn't want him traveling the country this young. Wants to build up his immune system before touring. Just then I heard footsteps and looked to the stairs to see a little boy. "What the?" I gape. "Oh I forgot to tell you. We're fostering little Ethan here til his mom gets out of the hospital. She's our neighbor." He shyly walks downstairs. "Hey kiddo." I say,  waving as he sits beside dad. "How's mom doing by the way?" He asks,  nervous. "Her burns are healing up. It shouldn't be too much longer." My sweet mother hugs him as dad stands up. "Well I'm hungry. I'm making breakfast for dinner." I smile. I love my family. Little Liam was falling asleep in his mama's arms. I betcha my sweet sister is taking good care of my little angel. I look up to the ceiling and send up a prayer. For healing. I know she's okay.

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