Not All Things End Happily

Preface

He sat on the couch with Jeremy  in his arms as he watched the videos Jeremy's mother left him to watch. She wanted him to watch them. So They did. 

Jeremy leaned up against his dad's chest. his mouth holding his thumb. Jeremy's eyes fluttered shut. He let his chest fall and rise getting slower each time. 

Damion picked him up and carried the one year old to bed. He placed him in the crib. Jeremy cuddled up with his mother's old forest blanket. The white crib securing him from getting around the house. Damion can't loose him too. 

The door bell rang from the living room. Damion tore his eyes off the precious little boy to go answer the front door. 

He swung it open to see a little girl with a girl scout uniform on. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. she was roughly 7. 

"Hello you."Damion said with a smile. "How can i help you?"  

"I'm selling girl scout cookies." the little girl piped up. 

"Oh yeah. What's your name?" he said playfully

"Carson ." the little girl smiled up at him. 

"Ok well let's see what we got here." He said holding out his hand. 

"I need 8 more boxes and then i win the bike." She says more to herself than him. He marks down 8 boxes of Thin Mints. He just want to help the little girl. 

"Eight boxes of thin mints." He says handing it back. 

"Really?!" He nods. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." His legs are attacked by two little arms. When she releases she runs to the blonde woman at the end of the drive way. "Mommy! Mommy! I got the bike. He bought the bike." The mom smiles and opens her arms wide. The little girl runs into them. 

He waves to them good bye before closing the door. 

When he walks back to the room to check on Jeremy. 

The door bell rings. He sighs and goes to answer it. 

A woman with red hair and hick glasses stands in front of him. She has grey eyes and looks much like an owl. She's tall and skinny. 

"Yes, hi, sir. I'm writing a book. It's a love story. Ends horribly. This may not be a good time but some woman with brown hair down the street told me that you had one." She says. 

"Yeah. I do, are you asking me to tell you the story and then you publish it as an original piece you made." She shakes her head at this stupid statement. 

"No. I want to make a book telling a true story." She says. She looks very anxious to start this book. 

Damion opens the door wider. 

"Sit on the couch I'll get some coffee." He walks into the kitchen. 

The woman looks at the walls blue walls. She see's the pictures of him and a brown haired girl. Laughing playing. A Little boy in the hospital by her. Then it just became him and the little boy. She looks down at the white carpet. 

Jeremy starts wailing from down the hall. Damion sets the coffee pot down and races down the hall. He picks up the child. He sets the baby in the  bouncer. 

He brings the red head her coffee. 

"I'm sorry i never caught your name." Damion says sitting on the black leather couch. 

"Hannah." She says. 

"So you want to know my story? Well where do i start?" 

"In the beginning  when you met." 

"I woke up early to go to school...."