Wherever You Go [Katy Perry Fan fiction]

Chapter Nineteen

"Katy!"

I look up as my name is said by a very familiar tone. The tone of my mother.

My small suitcase drags along the concrete ground fairly noisily as I pull it with me, my eyes shielded from the sunlight by a pair of black Raybans. I lift up the hat on my head, just slightly, so that I'm able to look up at my mother and give her a warm smile.

"Oh sweetie, it's nice to have you back home for a couple of days."

We embrace in a tight hug as I enjoy the fact that I'm home. I'm back in the house that I grew up in, and not just that, I'm back with my adoring family for a short while.

"Good to see you mom," I say, kissing her cheek before pulling away, "uh, where's Sammie?"

I had already quickly noted the fact that my three year old daughter, or in the terms this family have come to use, sister, hasn't come running excitedly around the living room corner and into my arms just yet. Her loud screams of my name and footsteps as she ran were the first things I would normally hear when coming back from LA. Not this time though. There was no sign of the precious little girl that I gave birth to three years ago.

"She's in the lounge with your father. She's a little sick at the minute actually."

As I push down the handle on my suitcase, I quickly spin around on my heels to face my mom.

"She's sick!?" I gasp, "you didn't say?"

"It's nothing major, Katy. Just a bug I think," she quickly responds, chuckling a little at my exaggeration.

I hurry into the lounge, where the sight of Sammie stood in a pink and white baby grow in the centre of the room, with a dummy pressed into her mouth, melts my heart completely. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she looks at my dad, who sits a few meters away in his usual chair by the window.

"Do you want to come sit with me?" Dad asks her, opening his arms out wide for her to go into them, but she stubbornly shakes her head.

"No," she mumbles, her dummy making her already not so great vocabulary sound a little more muffled. "I not want to sit with you."

My dad pulls the fluffy white blanket of Sammie's off of the back of the couch, "you don't want to sit on my knee with your blanket and go to sleep? You might feel better if you do, sweet heart."

A loud moaning noise escapes Sammie's lips as she shakes her head in dismiss. My dad notices me now, and grins as he looks back at Samantha.

"Hey Sammie, look who's here."

Her adorable little face turns slowly to look at me, her not happy face staring at me as her eyebrows remain creased. She just turns back around, not even acknowledging my presence, and continues to moan and sob.

"She's being really narkey today because she's sick," my mom says to me, then kneeling down so that she's Sammie's height and opening her arms open.

Sammie's beautiful, blue tear filled eyes glisten as she stares back at my mom, continuing to shake her head at the offer to go to my mom.

"She won't go to anyone today," my mom sighs, returning back to her normal height.

I go towards Sammie and kneel down in front of her. Her moody face remains and doesn't change as she looks back. Usually her little face would break into a huge grin when I'd visit from LA, which recently, hadn't been too often due to crazy schedules.