Last But Not Least

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Donald POV

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"C'mon, answer." I grumbled, sighing as the phone kept ringing, no answer on the other end. "C'mon..." My face dropped as I heard the familiar ringtone I'd become accustomed to.

"Hey this is Douglas Davenport. Please leave a message, unless you are my brother. Then don't leave a message. *sigh* okay well thats all. Oh and Donnie, I hate you."

I shouted out in enragement and smashed the phone on the ground, watching as the little pieces from inside the phone broke off into little pieces, littering the ground with sharp metal pieces, and a nearly snapped in half broken up phone lay on the ground.

I kicked a piece behind me and soon after heard an earplitting scream pierce through the air. I turned around so suddenly and scooped Bree up when I saw the piece of metal hit the wall beside her, missing by an inch as it hit the floor with a thud.

"Shh, shh." I soothed, stroking her hair as she cried into my shoulder, dampening it. I cursed myself for being so reckless and careless. I almost hit my daughter with a razor sharp piece of metal.

She wrapped her little arms around my neck and I slowly walked into the play room and sat on one of the little chairs, sitting Bree down on my leg as I continued to hug her and shush her, gently as her sobs began to die down.

I looked all around the kids room and I smiled as I noticed Adam playing with his dinosaurs, robots and aliens I bought for him a couple weeks ago. He was aimlessly flailing them around, making "pew" sounds and using them to have fun.

My smile faded when I saw him suddenly drop his action figures (we had many conversations about what they were, dolls, action figures, etc.) and wipe a tear he shed, his eyes filling with tears as he scooched to the wall and began crying, pulling his legs to his chest and keeping his head on his knees.

Bree had fallen asleep on my lap so I gently held her in my arms and slowly walked over to Bree's area (that was littered with pink pillows and blankets and dolls) and laid her on the pillows and blankets, making sure to rid the area of dolls before laying her down.

I stood up and looked at Adam, who was holding two action figures I had custom made. One that looked like Adam, and the other one looked like...

Oh my god, Chase.

Late last night, I awoke from my sleep to hear an earsplitting screach from the lab and I wasted no time running down and cradling a crying Chase, who was hunched over in pain in his capsule when I found him. He kept screaming Douglas's name and I needed to know why.

Adam and Bree were worried sick when they saw Chase. They had no idea what to do and they both just stood awkwardly in their capsules, crying.

I still distinctly remember Bree tugging on my pant leg as I comforted Chase and I remember exactly what she said. "Daddy." She said, tears forming in her eyes. "I thought Chasey would be fine! What's going on?"

I replied with, "I don't know sweetie. But it would really help daddy and Chasey if you went back to sleep."

She nodded slowly and wiped her runny nose before stepping into her capsule and closing her eyes, tears glistening as they fell down her cheeks.

And I continued to comfort Chase until his screams died down and he fell right asleep, his face contorted in pain and suffering as his figure tensed up. I put him back in his capsule and turned Eddie, my prototype for my smart home system on, so he could watch him.

I approached Adam and sat down next to him, pulling my knees up to my body, minicking what he did. Something he often cracked up about.

I heard him sniffling before he raised his head and wiped his nose and eyes, looking at me through teary and bloodshot eyes, his face showing true upset and sadness.