Little Wonders

30. A Treasured Belonging

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30. A Treasured Belonging

Darren watched from the kitchen doorway as his parents talked in hushed whispers about something.

“Rose, you can’t do that!” John whispered. Neither adult knew that Darren was watching them. He was, after all, supposed to be watching TV.

“It’s falling to bits John. It’s dirty, old… god knows how long he’s had it! But it defiantly looks older than him!” Rose whispered back.

“Come on Rose! How would you like me to take a treasured belonging away from you?” John shot at her quietly.

“Good luck trying to find something then because you’re all I need John! As long as I’ve got you, I’ll be happy,” Rose stated a little louder than a whisper.

There was a pause as John’s heart swelled. He smiled and cupped her cheek with his hand.

“And you’re my world.” John mumbled, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. Rose placed her own hand over John’s much larger one. “But you can’t take that bear from Darren.”

Rose fidgeted uncomfortably, because she knew he was right. Darren was attached to his bear. But it was old, dirty, and Rose had a feeling it had been passed down to him when he had gone into his first Children’s home. She bit her lip and sighed.

“What if we got him a new one?” She asked in a whisper. Darren was only in the next room. John sighed loudly as he rolled his eyes and dropped his hand from Rose’s cheek.

“You’ll break his heart,” John stated turning his back to his wife, to find Darren stood in the doorway. “Darren?” He asked slowly. Upon hearing her adopted son’s name, Rose turned to look at him too.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he walked towards John, who picked him up and put him on his hip.

“Nothing Sport. Mummy just has a big decision to make.” He then carried the small boy out of the kitchen, stopping in the doorway and turning back to look at Rose. “And if she decides to do the wrong thing, Daddy’s not going to be happy.” He said it as if he were talking to Darren, but he had directed it to Rose. Rose sighed as they walked out of the kitchen.

“What does she have to decide?” Darren asked as John placed him back on the sofa, where SpongeBob was playing on the TV. He sat next to the small boy who grabbed his teddy bear from the cushion where he had left it.

“Nothing to worry about,” John ruffled his hair and Darren smiled. He then frowned. “What’s wrong?” John asked, his voice laced with worry.

“Are you mad with mummy?” Darren asked quietly, the tears brimming his eyes.

“What? No.” John softened as he pulled the five year old closer to him. “What made you thing that?”