You Fill My Heart

Call To Arms

"You want two lines today?" He asked the toddler sitting beneath him, taking a butter knife and cutting two vertical lines down the center of John's breakfast. "You sure you're going to eat this much?" John nodded, taking a sip of his orange juice from the Sippy cup he was holding.

He went to the fridge and pulled out a small tub of butter for the prepared waffles. Going back to the table to sit next to his son, Ricky heard a loud groan come from the bedroom, along with the clatter of the metal hangers hanging in the closet.

"Nothing fits!" she screamed at the small mirror hanging up on the wall.

Upon entering the bedroom, "Hey, hey, what's-" he stopped "whoa. What happened in here?" Seeing the bedroom a disastrous array of dresses and black clothing, all separated from the designated hangers.

"I hate clothes!" Amy barked, throwing another dress to the floor angrily.

Nodding, he chuckled. "So I see." Stepping closer to the bed, "I made breakfast"

"I'm not hungry."

"Yes you are. You know how I know that? I can hear your stomach growling from over here." He took a seat (on a spot that wasn't covered by clothes) on the bed, "What's really going on?" he asked her concerned, "Are you nervous about school?"

"I'm not starting kindergarten, Ricky. It's my senior year!" she huffed, putting down the green dress in her hands, "I'm a senior in high school. This is the year everyone always dreams about. It's supposed to be the greatest year of your life..." playing with the hem of her shirt, "and I'm spending it just like I did my first year- pregnant."

"I'm sorry." His tone was sympatric, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Not unless you can go back to high school... I wish you were there with me"

"I know, I do too" Reaching for her hand, he brushed his fingers against her knuckles. "But if anyone can walk through those halls with their head held high, it's you. You're too strong and beautiful to let this stop you." He smiled, "Just keep your head up and focus on your school work and you'll be fine" standing to place a kiss on her lips before bending down to retrieve some off the mess littering the floor. He put three outfits on the bed before walking back out into the kitchen.

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Pushing down on the large metal rod, Amy opened the doors to the familiar hallway. Stopping to take in the site around her, she took a deep breath.

Grace shuffled over quickly, wrapping her arms tightly around Amy's body, taking her by surprise. "I'm so happy for you!" the blonde squealed, lifting her feet off the ground with a bounce.

"Thanks, Grace" Amy replied, placing her hands on Grace's back to make it seem like she was into the hug. Grace dropped her arms and pulled away smiling; she was about to say something when Dylan came up behind her.

"Hi, Amy" Dylan greeted, "We heard the good news you got married!" Ben began pushing a TV cart down the hall, stopping it in front of Amy.

"Yeah finally, I- um- I guess this is for me?" she asked

"Who do you think it's for?" Ben replied bitterly, clearly agitated by even looking at it.

Dylan patted his arm, sensing his bitter tone. "My mom insisted on making it from her bakery, she thought it was an excellent project."

"Oh, well how sweet of her, and how sweet of you two for bringing it for me"

Ben's eyes glanced down, "I really didn't know anything about it."