The Book Of Me & You

"It Took What We Had, It Ain't Coming Back"

As promised 500 reads = new chapter! I said buckle up, and I meant it. This is going to be a very bumpy, and emotional ride for awhile. Happy reading! ;P

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Moving the spatula around, she frowned at the swift pull of her shirt and the loud whine into her ear. "You don't like eggs?" She asked the fussy baby, trying her best to jostle her with her free arm while she squirmed, shaking her head at the comment, "Wait, no. No, of course you don't, you can't eat them." Shifting the utensil away from Emma's grabby hands, Nora placed it on a paper towel on the counter, cocking her head at a distant, but rather hard, knock at the door. "Who could that be?" She looked at the baby, who only started to whine more and kick her legs; grasping tightly onto her grandmother's shirt with her lip puckered out, ready to start crying at any moment. Giving her a plastic spoon to chew on, she sprinted quickly to the door as the knocking got louder, "Hold on!"

Opening it, they stared at the other with wide eyes, "What are you doing here?" Talking in unison, followed by both pointing a finger at the other in confusion, "You first!"

Frowning at each other, he took a step inside the apartment, "I came by to invite everyone to dinner tonight - to celebrate Amy and Grace." He placed his guest on the ground, taking a quick look around the small livingroom and kitchen, "Did they go somewhere? Why are you here?"

"Wh-are J-on?" Robbie asked, clutching a green Tonka tractor in his hands

She furrowed her brow, a small chuckle passing her lips as she put her hand behind the baby's head when she started to throw it back, "You're kidding right?"

George raised his brow, unamused, "No! Why would I be?"

He shook the truck eager to find his friend, "J-on! J-on!"

Nora squinted at him, clicking her tongue against her teeth, "You haven't spoken to Anne?"

He shook his head, checking his watch, "Not since she dropped Robbie off after the ceremony, why? Is that who Amy is with? Where's Ricky?"

"You really don't know?"

"Know what? What the heck is going on? Where is my daughter?"

Her eyes fell, voice becoming small as she ran her fingers across Emma's back, "George... Anne and Amy left for New York this morning..." She swallowed roughly, seeing the shock in his face, "Ricky called me about an hour after she did to help him out."

His mouth fell open slightly, eyes becoming glassy in the seconds of silence before he asked, "John?"

She shook her head, patting the infants back soothingly, "Left them both here."

She took a step back, careful of the toddler standing by her legs as he paced in a circle, hand to his mouth, "I can't believe this."

"Believe it, George." A voice deadpanned from the apartment, as Ricky made his way into the kitchen quickly, taking out a carton of juice, "She did it." His eyes were heavy, their usual brown tint being dulled into red, puffy glass as he looked up at him.

George's hands were on his hips, striding over to Ricky, frustration his voice, "What the hell happened?" Ricky opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the muffled cries of his son, with the blue blanket draped over his half clothed body as he sprinted for his father's comfort, and attached himself to his legs as he cried into them.

Nora leaned in, getting close enough to whisper into George's ear, "He's been like that since she left. He hasn't left his side." His eyes shifted from the boy to his granddaughter, also starting to whine.