Y/n sits up in her bed as she looks out her window. Today should have been Ariana's 48th birthday, but it wasn't.
She was taken away from Dalton and Y/n when Y/n was only 12 years old. Ariana had battled a brain tumor. She fought and fought until she couldn't fight anymore.
Y/n was looking though her photo album Joan made for her. Y/n was crying as she was remembering all of the fun times, and even the sad and bad times, she, Ariana and Dalton had together.
12-year-old Y/n has been staying with Joan since Ariana was back in the hospital. Ariana FaceTimed Y/n every day.
But today she never did. Dalton was sitting next to his wife who just passed away.
"Hey J-Joan." Dalton says as he calls Joan as fresh tears fall from his eyes.
"How long ago?" Joan asks the tears fall from her eyes. Dalton takes a huge breath in.
"Around 5 minutes ago." Dalton says as a small sob comes out from his mouth. "Can you put Y/n/n on the phone?"
"Yeah." Joan says as she wipes her eyes and goes over to where Y/n was watching a movie. "Y/n/n, your dad's on the phone."
Y/n smiles widely as Joan hands her the phone. Joan goes to the kitchen and cries softly.
"Hi daddy!" Y/n squeals as she puts the phone to her ear. "How's mommy? Did my card make her better?"
Dalton smiles sadly on the other end of the phone knowing Y/n has tried everything to help Ariana get better.
"Yeah baby, she loved it." Dalton says sadly. "But mommy has a new home now. She's up in heaven looking over me and you."
"N-No!" Y/n says as she starts to cry holding Joan's phone close to her chest. Joan hurries into the living room to see Y/n crying her heart out.
"I know baby girl." Dalton says as he sniffles. "But mommy doesn't have to worry about anything hurting her or making her sick anymore."
"P-Please come home d-daddy." Y/n says as she starts to cry harder wanting Dalton to be close to her.
"I'll be home in a few hours baby. I have to handle something." Dalton says as wipes his eyes on his shirt sleeve. "Just cuddle with nonna and i'llI be home before you know it. Okay?"
"Y-Yes." Y/n says as she hands Joan her phone back and hugs her like her life depends on it.
Y/n was walking down the stairs to the kitchen as she looks at all of the pictures that decorated the walls.
She then got downstairs and looked in the downstairs bathroom mirror. She pulls up a picture of her and Ariana and noticed the similarities between them.
Y/n then walks outside to the back porch, because she needed some air.
She sits on a lounge chair and rocks as she looks at the sunrise.
"Happy birthday to the best mommy ever." Y/n whispers as she looks up at the sky.
