cutie ✧･ﾟ wilk

eight

anastasia ramirez;

it was stupid o' clock once more.

do not get me wrong, i love iva. i love her with all my heart, but i cannot wait until she gets out of this stupid morning idea.

if this stays, she definitely took after her uncle.

mason always loved getting up early. weekdays, weekends, holidays, whenever.

he always gets up at 6.30 am, if it be a monday, wednesday or sunday. 6.30 he showers, then he eats his breakfast, goes for a kick about with a soccer ball or a run and then comes home, snacks and usually heads out to work after kicking me out of my bed (and usually to the smell of bacon.)

i almost always get up at 9am, just as he leaves my house. my sister is usually also out by then too, so i'm usually home alone.

but not today.

i rolled over and checked the time on my phone.

5.51 am

in the distance i could hear the cries, the screams and i mentally sighed heavily before my bedroom door bust open.

there stood a tired mason, eyes drained, his head sweating and he looked nervous as fuck.

if you could look as white as a ghost, he would be at that very moment. he was filled with worry, white pale skin, tired eyes which drooped low-

"ANA!"

he cut my thoughts off, stupid motherfuc-

"are you even listening to me?!"

nope- "yeah?"

"ivy won't shut up! i've tried everything but she's literally crying her eyes out, screaming her head off." mason breathed out, sliding down my wardrobe so he was now sat on my bedroom floor, his head in his hands. he was too tired to be dealing with this. not that he should be dealing with this anway.

"have you given her a bottle?" i questioned.

his head shot up straight away. he shot me a look which clearly was a 'bitch, are you kidding me? obviously!' look that he often shot at me.

"obviously!" he exaggerated back, throwing his hands up into the air in frustration. "i don't even know what to do!"

i sighed, dugging the duvet off me and sliding on my slippers before walking past my brother and dragging my feet across the hallway carpet.

luckily, ivanna's room wasn't that far.

i pushed open the door to see her standing up in her bed, screaming and crying. eyes puffy, cheeks wet with tears.

her hair was a tangled mess too, constantly running her hand through it in frustration.

as soon as she saw me she literally screamed 'mommy!!'

too loud that i wanted to throw my hands over my ears.

she jumped off her bed in a second, running to me and almost slipping over one of her tee's on the floor before she wrapped her arms around me, her tears instantly wetting my pajama bottoms.

"mommmy!" she cried from aside of me, causing me to sigh sadly at her before picking her up, wrapping her in my arms.

"baby, what's up?" i asked, moving her hair from out of her face and pushing it back, placing a kiss on her forehead. "what happened?"

"n-n-nightma-mare" she finally cried out, holding on to me even tighter than before, almost as if she didn't want to let me go.

"aw baby," i cooed, holding her closer before wiping down her cheeks. "what did you have a nightmare about?"

she sniffled, bringing her own hand to wipe her eyes before wrapping them around me again and nuzzling her head into my neck. "s-sammy."

"sammy, baby?"

"w-want s-sammy mommy."

this child is killing me right here, right now.

she wants someone who she can't have right now and it is killing me.

"baby, you can't have him."

"b-but why mommy?"

"baby he's sleeping, you can't have him right now." i sighed, rubbing her back as she dug her head further and further into my neck.

it wasn't until her voice got to whispers that I realised she was almost asleep.

"b-but mommy," she whispered out tiredly, letting out a small yawn, "I-I need to know if he is okay."

"baby I'm sure he's fine, ivy get some sleep,"

"mommy you need to see!"
her voice was slowly, but ever so slowly, loosing its volume. she was almost asleep. one more yawn...

"mommy is he okay?"

"I'm sure he's fine ba-"

"but in the dream he wouldn't wake up mommy!!"
shit, she was fast awake again now. her arms trembling.
"I called his name but he wouldn't listen! he wouldn't wake up mommy!"

"awh baby!" i cooed rubbing her back, "it was just a dream, I'm sure he's okay."

it wasn't until I felt a tear trickle down my top that I knew how upset she was.

"are you sure mommy?"

"positive ivy, he's fine. he's sleeping okay? you can FaceTime him tomorrow, I promise you he's okay!"

"okay mommy"

her voice faded and faded and slowly I finally heard the small hums coming out of her mouth, her peaceful almost silent snoring. she was finally asleep, once more.
and hopefully, I get at least two more hours sleep.