Be Careful What You Wish For. [Maccready x Reader] *BEING EDITED*

Chapter One: Are You Ready for me?

(Dad)- "Look at her, that's our baby girl."

(Mom)- "She's beautiful." I feel a touch of a warm finger caressing my right cheek. It instantly put me at ease. I moved my arms and legs to get comfortable-- but it only did the opposite.

(Mom)- "Shh.. it's okay. Mommy's got you."

Mommy's voice is so soft and natural, with a voice like that...she must be an angel. I have to open my eyes, I wanna see my Mommy's face. My eyelids slowly begin to lift to see my parents, I see Daddy's face perfectly...but Mommy's...it's just a blurry silhouette. There are no facial features. Who is she? Why can I hear her voice but not see her face? My lips pout turning downward, eyes narrowing-- my heart saddens. Why can't I see Mommy's face? My mouth opens and I begin to cry.

A loud thud sound shocks my body from a deep sleep, eyes popped open with alertness. Heart was racing rapidly, I took in a few breaths to slow it down. In. Out. In. Out. Okay I think I should be okay. I had that dream again, I still can't see her face-- not even in my dreams can I picture her. It bothers me but there's nothing I can do about it. Maybe tonight If I think really hard-- I'll have that dream where I was friends with a Deathclaw. 

I look up to the ceiling to stretch out the pain in my neck, I must've slept wrong and pinched something. I remove my old blue, slightly torn blanket off of my legs to scoot off the bed--Stretching my arms up to relieve some pain in my lower back. I yawn into the back of my hand and rub the crust from my eyelashes. I walk over to the small end table picking up a Nuka Cola I didn't finish last night, my hand grabs the neck of the bottle and lifts it to my lips. I tilt the bottle back and gulp the rest of it down. I set the now empty glass back on the metal table and let out a little burp.

I scratch the back of my head making my long (H/C) to shake the dust and dirt that's been stuck to it for god knows how long. I take my elastic hair tie to my hair into a high messy ponytail. I guess it's time to get out of my nightgown and into some heavy protective clothes I wear almost everyday. I have to wear some kind of armor before I leave the house, Apparently I can be clumsy. Dad's rules. 

Leather armor it is. 

As I finished getting dressed I exited my room, walking to the Nuka cola machine to grab a nice cold one. It dispenses out and I grab the bottle feeling its cold to the touch. I place the cap to the built in bottle opener and pop the cap right off, keeping the cap in my pocket. I look over the balcony seeing my father at the weapons workbench. I head down the stairs taking a skip of the  cola.

(Y/n)- "Morning Dad."

(Dad)- "Morning Sweetheart." He says with his back turned to me, he must really be into his work again.

(Y/n)- "Did you catch some sleep or did you stay up all night again?" I take a step closer standing beside him to see he has made another weapon. I haven't seen anything like it before, maybe he'll let me try this one out.