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Sweet and Sour: Stomach ache

  Stomach ache  

"Mitzi? Did you eat all the cake?" Tim questioned from the other side of the door. Mitzi, who did in fact eat all the cake, had her limbs spread all over the floor. Her stomach ached, and she felt like she was going to barf, yet she stayed there... sprawled.

Tim turned the knob carefully, opening the door as slow as possible as if to not wake her up. "Mitzi?" He spoke quietly looking over at the bed. His eyes widened when he saw the empty sheets, until she groaned and relief spread through his face.

"You scared me...." He placed his hand on his chest, deafening the furious heartbeats palpitating against his chest. Mitzi groaned once again. "Mitzi... Are you okay, baby?"

Mitzi rested on one elbow as Tim leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms above his chest, waiting for a response. His face went back to the tranquil state he usually wore.

"I... Just had too much cake." Mitzi moaned. She sits up, untying her bun. She ran a hand through the curly, long locks that fell on her back and shoulders. She lowered her eyes, closing them tight as a hiccup escaped her throat.

"Ah, it will pass. Just don't go to sleep yet. It's almost eleven so, John and I are getting ready to go to bed." He kneeled over, grasping Mitzi's chin delicately with his thumb and index finger. A smile, so tender formed on his lips and thanked Mitzi for letting them celebrate their anniversary at home. Their eyes met, which made Mitzi beam at the comforting sight of Tim's hazel-green eyes.

"Anytime, dad." He leans over and places a gentle kiss on her forehead, warmth dispersing from her chest, running through her limbs and reaching her toes and fingers like wildfire. Tim began stand, offering his hand to help Mitzi stand up as well. They exchange another smile.

"Alright, Mitzi..." Tim began saying farewell but was interrupted by Mitzi's arms swinging around his neck, her embraced tightened once he accepted her hug.

"Timmy?" John called out, wearing a robe over his pajama pants and t-shirt. "Oh, hey. Uh, why are we hugging?" John inquired as he began walking towards them, joining in the fun.

"No reason." Tim shrugged, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

"You hair smells good John. Is that a new shampoo?" Mitzi sniffed John's curls. The smell of berries filling her senses, making her feel nostalgic.

"Yeah. Timba got it for me." He interrupts her thoughts.

"Is your stomach still aching?" Tim asked Mitzi, leaning his head on top of hers.

"Nah. It's going away." She responded.

"Okay, good."

"Good night dad. Goodnight pa."

"Good night Mitzi." Tim and John said in unison. Still interlocked in the embrace, their heartbeats matched one another. Moments like these made Mitzi believe the impossible. How her heart could join the chorus of heartbeats and beat in sync with them. How their blood and DNA had no importance in the ties that bonded them tightly to one another. The unity that she once felt with her own mother renewed when she met Tim and John at the age of twelve. A bond so instantaneous. A bond so strong.

A bond that could vanquish even the smallest of troubles... such as a stomach ache.