Robbie Rotten x Reader - Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 2: Somewhat getting Settle

You watched where you step, getting out of the car. You looked up, the house wasn't big, but it fit for a family at least. Closing the door and going to the back seat, you unbuckled your daughter. Holding her close, you held her, she may be 8, but to you she was still your baby. Stephanie held her mother, looking at the house, she only look with curiosity.

"Home?" she asked. You nodded, Sportacus walked up to the door as you both followed him. He opened the door as he began to walk in, you followed once more.

"I'll show you to Stephanie's room, and around the house." you were only silent, Sportacus sigh silently to himself. Up through the stairs they went, he opened the door that was on the left. He opened it and once he did, you looked inside. The room was met for a little girl. Stephanie looked at her now new room, you placed her down ad they all enter. Everything was there, toys, books, almost like someone lived here before. Stephanie look up at Sportacus,

"Is this..mine?" he nodded. "Who lived here?" Sportacus went silent for a minute, you looked at him.

"Sportacus?"

"It's nothing.." Guess things were better kept to themselves. Climbing onto her bed, she laid there, it was soft to her.

"Why don't you stay here and rest sweetie. Mommy will get your things." she only nodded as her eyes dropped. You began to leave the room, Sportacus followed and closed the door.

"So.."

"I don't want to talk about it.." you completely understood. "I'll show you to your room." with that you followed. It didn't seem to be that far, only two door down. He showed you the bathroom that was next to Stephanie room. Once he opened the door, you saw it. It was like any guest room. You looked at him.

"Thank you.." he reached for your hand, he gave it a small squeeze, trying to calm you down the best that he could do.

"You're welcome. If you ever need me, my room.." he pointed upstairs, must be another room. "Just another floor up." you would remember that. "Now let's get the stuff." it was going to be a long day.

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You wanted to be alone, once everything was completed. Kneeling on the floor, while your head rested by the side of the bed. You just kept looking at the photos from the picture book. Tears were sliding down your face, softly crying. Running a finger over your late husband face. His smile, it was torturous. It was a fond memory though, it was also one of your favorites. You were with him as he raised your daughter up with a medal around her neck, it was her first dance competition. First place, it was one of the happiest moment you all shared as a family. Rubbing the tears away from your face.

"Why.." you whispered to yourself. You knew it wasn't his fault. You could never be mad at him. You placed the picture on the bed, you would have it frame later. Flipping through more of the photos, you didn't seem to hear the door opened, until a tiny voice broke your silence.

"Mommy.." Looking up, your daughter was softly sniveling. You placed the book to the side, she rushed up to you. Taking her into your arms, she curled up in a ball onto your lap. Head against your chest, you wrapped your arms around, caressing her back. Resting to your head on top of hers, you whispered.

"It's going to be okay, sweetie..it's..going..to.." you couldn't even finished. Stephanie knew the amount of sadness you were in. Clinging onto you, she stayed there.

"You..have me." you looked down at her and nodded, Stephanie then noticed the photo on her bed. She reached her hand out and grabbed it. Looking at it, she remembered.

"Do you remember that day?" she spoke. Stephanie traced her finger over her late fathers face.

"It was the day, the dancing competition came. Daddy was so proud of me."