Callie's POV
Its been 2 weeks since I told Brandon I would go talk to someone about the bad dreams I've been having lately about the accident. My first session is today while Sammy is at school and Lyric is with Brandon at work. B got offered a job last week to work at a music studio helping to produce music. They heard some of his stuff that he just does for fun and liked it so now he has the chance to actually do something big. I love that he has this opportunity I just don't want him to have less time to spend with me and the kids. Its already hard enough as it is, but I guess if its really what he wants to do I would definitely support him no matter what.
"Mummm!!!!" I hear Sammy yell. Im in the kitchen making his lunch so I don't know where he is. He's supposed to be eating breakfast.
"What!?" I shout back no being bothered to go find out whatever room he is in.
"I can't find my school tie!!"
Seriously I tell him every night to lay out his uniform so he doesn't have this problem in the morning. All I hear about when this happens is Brandon telling me "Should have just sent him to a school with no uniform" well schools with no uniforms aren't as strict in my mind, which is what my children are going to having.
"Well then look harder Samuel because I told you to get ready last night!" I Yell just a Brandon walks in with a smirk on his face holding Lyric in his arms. She smiles and reaches for me immediately after she spots me making me melts and take her in my arms. "Good morning my little princess" I coo kissing her forehead and giving her a morning cuddle. "Can you finish making his lunch please while I give her a bottle?" I ask Brandon.
"Yes ma'm" He mocks making me shake my head.
"Got it" Sammy announces proudly walking into the kitchen holding his tie high in the air.
"Oh and where did you find it?" I ask knowing it was probably in his top draw where I last put it away.
"It was in my top draw. Weird right?"
"No. Not weird. Thats where it belongs. Funny something of yours being put away right?"
"Mmmm maybe" He answers taking his coco pops off the kitchen bench over to the table where he starts downing it like he hasn't eaten in a week, as usual.
"Sammy could you at least chew with your mouth closed please?" I nag since that seems to be the only way to get him to do things. That is until Brandon puts on his deep angry voice getting mad that it actually quite a turn on.
"Sorry" He answers continuing to eat but this time with more manners and I see Brandon smirking at the counter. He loves it when Sammy gets to me over little things.
"Here ya go" Brandon says handing me a warm bottle for Lyric.
I smile up at him as I take it "Thanks babe" I pucker my lips and he leans down giving me a soft loving kiss, then pulls away with a smile Im sure as big as mine. "Here you go pretty girl" I say giving Lyric the nice warm bottle. She happily takes it, while gripping my finger. I look up to see Brandon staring at me with a smile on his face and he winks at me making me giggle.
"Why are you laughing mommy?" Sammy asks before drinking the last of his milk out of the bowl. God I hate when he does that, Brandon taught him to do it so I can't get mad at him for something his dad does too.
"Daddy just made me laugh buddy" I answer, that practically being the correct answer.
"Yeah daddy is pretty funny hey" He then tells me making me roll my eyes cause Brandon is now smirking over the fact that he thinks everything agrees he's funny.
"He's a bit funny looking too hey buddy?" I then ask
Sammy giggles while nodding "Yeah" he manages to say through his laughter making me laugh which scares Lyric a bit.
Brandon fakes being hurt "Hey! Little man, do you want to walk to school do you?" He jokes and Sammy just continues to laugh except now he's shaking his head instead of nodding.
"Its ok Sammy. If daddy doesn't want to take you mommy will" I defend and Brandon then slowly makes his way over to me "what are you doing?" I ask nervously knowing he's up to something.
"Oh nothing" he answers innocently before take Lyric from me who just finished and places her in the little chair. "NOW!" HE shouts and Sammy and him both come quickly towards me and start tickling me all over.
I start screaming and laughing "Stop....pl....pleaseee....s...s...s.stop....im....ss..s..sorry" I try to get out and they slow down before completely stopping. Brandon still has his arms wrapped around my waist from behind me so he leans in and kisses my cheek. "You don't deserve to give me kisses" I pout.
"Aww Im sorry baby. I had to" He tries explaining gripping me tighter making me feel that much more loved. I smile leaning my head back on his shoulder. I give him a small peck before he lets go and I pick up Lyric again to burp her properly. "If she vomits on me Im blaming you" I say making my way out of the room.
"What did I do?" He asks defensively.
"You didn't let her get burped straight after she finished, now its probably built up and Im going to cop it. Thank you" I say sarcastically. He just blows me a kiss making me role my eyes and leave the room.
~~~LATER AT THE PHSYCOLOGIST~~~
"CALLIE FOSTER!" The lady with a weird 80's looking hairdo calls out.
I stand up and walk over "Thats me" I answer politely putting my hand out to shake which she politely returns.
"My name is Julie Baker. I will be taking you for however many session you may require" she informs me and I smile and nod, not really knowing what else Im meant to be saying right now. Probably a lot more but who knows. We walk into the room and its nothing like on the movies. Theres a table with chairs around it and Julie instructs me to pick whichever seat I please. I sit one seat away from her and she sets up her little notebook and pen before then placing her two hands together and looking at me with an awkward smile. Why the fuck am I here again. Surely this bitch isn't going to cure my bad dreams right. RIGHT!? "Now. Tell me a little bit about yourself and why you've thought it was best to come speak with me?" She asks then goes silent with a listening looking face on. Well I guess thats an easy enough question to answer. Here goes nothing.
"Umm Callie Foster. My husband is Brandon and we have two kids" I say
"Aw nice how old and what are their names?" She asks. Bit nosey aren't we.
"A 6 year old his name is Sammy and then our little girl is almost 3 months, her name is Lyric"
"Beautiful. Now what brings you here?"
"I..ah...I got into an accident....a car accident and I had my little boy in the care. I know its not the most traumatic thing but I just can't get losing him out of my head. He's ok and I know that when I wake up its just when I close my eyes....I just see the car flipping and him being stuck and I can't help him....its like Im watching him die in front of my in my sleep and there is nothing I can do to stop it, save him or wake me up" I try explain the best way I can.
"Have you tried to speak to Sammy about this? See if he himself is having any trouble sleeping?" She asks.
What kind of question is that. I thought I was here so she could fix me not to judge if Im a good parent or not. "Of course he's sleeping. I check on him every time I wake up from one of those stupid fucking nightmares just to make sure he's still safe in his bed and breathing. Im practically watching him sleeping every hours of the fucking night. So now that we've discussed that I can parent my child and tend to his sleeping now I'll be off" I practically shout before storming out of the room and the building completely. I hear her calling after me but Im just not in the mood. When I get into the car my hands are shaking and I just break down into tears. Is this what everyone else is thinking. Do they think Im being selfish too and only thinking about myself in this situation. I know Sammy went through the same traumatic experience and I try everyday to make him happy so he will never have to remember that day but that would be a lot easier to do if I wasn't being reminded of the fucking event myself every bloody night.
I just want me back...
To Be Continued...
