Joan closed the white door behind her, placing a basket filled with eggs, vegetables, and some apples on the kitchen counter. She stroke some hair out of her face, washing her hands. ''Spot!'' Her loud voice echoed through the house. ''Spencer!'' She quickly dried her hands with a rag hanging from the wall. ''Spencer, let's go!'' She walked up to the stairs, calling upstairs. The front door opened up again, revealing a man. He placed his hat on the rack and walked up to Joan with a smile. ''Hey darlin'.'' A soft kiss was placed on her forehead. ''Hi.''
''Gross.'' They heard steps coming downstairs. Joan turned around to see a young boy. His hair laying over his ears. ''There you are.'' She watched her husband pulling up their son. ''All set?'' Joan smiled at Louis. ''Give me a second.'' She walked up to the basket, taking out a couple of flowers. She gave the man a quick peck on the cheek, as well as her son. ''Do we have to?'' He started whining. ''Yes.'' Joan smiled at her small family. They got out of their white house, walking towards their pickup truck.
The family drove for about an hour, down many empty roads. Living in the middle of nowhere had its advantages and disantvantages, but for Joan, it was the best thing she could've done. After loosing Spot, she moved to the west, studying to be a nurse. Not too long after starting, she got married to her now husband Louis Balletti. Five months later, welcoming their first born son.
The car stopped in front of a small park. The family got out, Louis carrying their son. Joan walked up front, right towards a headstone right underneath a blooming cherry tree and next to a pond. She placed the flowers on the headstone and softly stroke over it. ''I wanna go home, daddy.'' Louis sat the boy down, walking up to his wife, who was smiling at the written words on the stone. ''Come here, boy.'' He pointed at the name of the lost person. ''He's your name giver.'' Spencer rolled with his eyes. ''I heard this story a million times.'' Joan chuckled and nodded. ''Go play, son.'' She gave him a kiss on his head and watched him run off. ''Stay in our sight!'' Louis screamed after him before wrapping his arm around Joans waist. ''Hey Spot.'' He patted the headstone and smiled at the sky. Even though it was mid summer, a cold breeze went trough the air, making both of them shiver. Joan felt her hair flying, enjoying the moment. The leaves of the cherry tree flew the air, dancing around.
''He's growin up fast.'' She said, looking in the air. ''And acts just as mad as you did.'' Louis smiled at his wife. ''I miss you, Spot.'' She placed a soft kiss on the stone before walking towards her son, who was climbing a tree.
''Like I promise, I'm keeping her safe.'' Again a breeze met Louis' face. He smiled and nodded. ''Thank you for everything.'' He looked at his wife and son. ''I couldn't have done it without you's.'' The air stood still, a cherry dropping from the tree. Louis picked it up, placing it next to the flowers, Joan placed on the stone earlier. ''Goodbye, friend.''
He started walked up to his family. ''Come on Blink!'' He started laughing at his wife, who was climbing the tree with their son. ''Comin' keys!''
the end.
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brooklyn nights
Fanfictionin which joan kloppman grows up whilest fighting for something that is right or in which spot conlon has to realize what is most important to him ...
