Chapter 27-Breakfast Of Champs

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The next day I wake up feeling extremely tired and exhausted from yesterday's events with Josh as I get up and get dressed. Once I finish getting dressed I head downstairs for something to eat "morning sweetheart." Ian said kissing my head as he handed me a plate of pancakes "morning daddy." I muttered lowly as I began eating my breakfast "morning monkey." Mickey said ruffling my hair "morning dad." I said quietly "alright time for the breakfast of champs just like your dad. Antipsychotic, mood stabilizer, antidepressant." Ian said handing them to me as I threw them into my mouth "fruit punch Gatorade." Mickey said handing it to me.


"Thank you." I said as I swallowed my pills fairly quickly "you wanna go out and do something?" Ian asked me with concern in his eyes "nah, not today I think I'm just gonna take a nap guys." I replied getting up and putting my plate in the sink before heading back upstairs "okay munchkin." Mickey said kissing my forehead.


A couple hours later I wake up from my nap as I get up out of bed and head into my parents room "hey monkey, what's up?" Mickey asked me as I laid in between the two of them "can I ask you something daddy?" I asked him "sure princess." Ian replied as he wrapped his arms around my waist "how long did it take for you to get back to the way you used to be? Before you were diagnosed?" I asked him looking up at him "uh, it took me a while. A really long while but I got through it, you know why?" Ian said looking down at me tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.




"Because I had an amazing family and an amazing boyfriend to help me get back into the swing of things even while on my medication." Ian replied "and that's what we're gonna do for you, okay rug rat." Mickey said kissing the side of my head "okay." I muttered leaning into their chests closely as I began to feel my eyes slowly closing "we love you baby girl." Ian said kissing my cheek as the three of us fell asleep together in each other's arms.

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