My Past?

Chapter Thirteen~ Family? So Close..

The next morning, I woke up there were no nightmares, no memories, and no waking up in the middle of the night. Everything was perfect. I tried to get out of his grip, but as usual I failed. Nothing worked. Finally when I had leverage, I believed I was going to escape.So close to freedom, I was pulled back into his chest. I huffed in annoyance, while he just snickered. "You are up! And you wouldn't let me go!" This was ridiculous. He just kissed the top of my head and grunted in response. Finally I thought of the oldest trick in the book, "Scott I need to pee." He laughed.

"No you don't."

I looked at him in horror. "And how do you know what I do and do not need to do. It is my body you know." He let out a snort. "Sky I heard you say. 'Finally I thought of the oldest trick in the book." I groaned.

"For real Scott I need to take a shower. My parents and brother will be here soon." His eyes have stayed closed for this whole morning. Kissing my shoulder his forehead creased in confusing, "Your brother is all ready here." I laughed and poked him on the nose.

"My real parents, the King and Queen." His eyes shot open and I giggled. "So we need to get ready Scotty baby." Wrapping one arm under my legs he picked me up. I laughed as we got up and went into the bathroom. Normally I would have protested, but for some odd reason I didn't feel like it.

"I just thought of you a nickname." I just scoffed at his random statement as I began to rub my scalp with shampoo. That was quickly taken over by Scott. "Sunshine, you always light up my day like the sun."

"Well yours is Scottie. I always liked that." He kissed my shoulder. "You know other girls tried calling me that but I wouldn't allow them." Turning around I kissed him on the nose. "Good cause it is mine." I growled at him. His laugh was contagious. We both laughed at my possessiveness. Quickly, he captured my lips with his before continuing to shampoo my hair.

We finished our shower. And while, Scott tried to get me to let him dress me... I denied it. I wasn't some three year old. I can dress myself.

Grabbing my brush off of the dresser I ran it through my hair. I sighed in content as I brushed my hair. Hums filled the room as I began the familiar tune. Feeling a warm hand wrap around the brush I handed Scott the brush. As he brushed my hair I sang out the words to my lullaby.

My precious one, my tiny one, lay down your pretty head.

My dearest one my sleepy one, it's time to go to bed

My precious one, my darling one; don't let your lashes weep.

My cherished one, my weary one; it's time to go to sleep.

Just bow your head and give your cares to me.

Just close your eyes and fall into the sweetest dream, cause in my loving arms.

You're safe as you will ever be so hush my dear and sleep.

And in your dreams you'll ride on angels' wings.

Dance with the stars and touch the face of God

And if you should awake...

My precious one, my tiny one

I'll kiss your little cheek

And underneath the smiling moon

I'll send you back to sleep.