One Shots [The Greatest Showman]

Angels

P.T ducked and trudged through the small arched doorway that led into his street view apartment. It had been another long hard day at work, in fact now he didn't have work anymore. Earlier that day the bartering ships across the Atlantic had been reported sunk and all the companies collateral was lost; there by shutting it down. His fifth job in a year had failed, what was he going to tell Charity and the two beaming faces of his little girls.

P.T gazed up noticing the leak dripping water into the now soggy wooden floor below. He sighed and kicked a bucket over below the leak. Thwap, thwap, thwap went the water clanging around in the small metal bucket. P.T made his way up the stairs until he stood before the old hickory door that led to the rooftop balcony. He shook his head and allowed the slightest yet fake smile appear on his dismal scruffy face.

He rubbed his hand along his cheek and made his way into the massive concrete rooftop where his wife and kids were messing around in the white hanging sheets.

      As P.T. approached them he couldn't help but smiling a little. Soon enough Charity dove under two hanging sheets escaping the evil crutches of the dreaded pirate Caroline. She ducked her blonde locks flying everywhere, and in came Helen the protector fairy. P.T chuckled and slowly sat down on a wooden crate near by intently watching. Charity rolled over with a face of absolute joy and shouted.

      "Girls look who joined us!"

    Instantly two girls piled on top of P.T laughing and pushing each other around.

      "Daddy!" Helen screamed in a joyous manner.

     " What's that?" Caroline pointed at a black briefcase sitting by the crate.

      "Nothing you need to know sweetie. Go on, enjoy yourselves." P.T exclaimed while playfully prying off the two balls of joy.

       "So how'd it go?" Charity asked lovingly while dusting her white apron off. P.T handed her a small piece of paper.

     "Out of business? Don't let that put you down you've been through a lot of jobs with a good attitude. Why is this one different?" Charity  said straightening one of the long white hanging curtains .

     P.T turned her around to face him. His eyes filling with tears. " This isn't the life I promised you. Nothing close."

      " Honey I'm as content as can be. This is the life I wanted life isn't about wealth you know." She said now tearing up a bit too. " Look, I have everything I need; the two sweetest girls in the world, a cozy home, and you."

   P.T began to smile. " Thank you."

    Caroline noticed P.T and Charity, she asked what was in the box to lighten the mood.

     P.T grinned. " What's in the box? Only the most amazing gadget you have   ever seen." Caroline giggled.

       " Come one come all, see a device of the future; the wishing machine!" The family's heads began to turn in complete curiosity. P.T waved them in closer between two curtains. They all gathered around and listened intently.

      Stalling while putting the small pieces together P.T said; " You see these blueprints briefly crossed my desk today. I glanced and have copied it very carefully from memory and am now about to put in the last piece." Click! His hands flew in every direction swiping parts from the box. " This was invented by Leonardo Da Vinci himself and was now found on the western Atlantic coast by a Russian sailor. Here it is the wishing machine.

     P.T.  slapped  a small contraption down on the briefcase . It appeared to be an upside down lamp or something with holes in it.
   
       " Happy birthday Caroline." P.T then spun the top swiftly reflecting many small stars of light dancing across the sheets. The girls gasped in amazement. Charity smiled softly shaking her head.

   "Now girls make a wish." P.T directed them.

     Caroline stepped up. " I wish I could have...... ballett slippers." Charity and P.T locked eyes and a small frown spread across there face.

     "Well sweetie...... we will defiantly make that happen." He leaned down and gently kissed her on the head.

     Then it was Helens turn . " I wish I can marry Santa."
   
        P.T chuckled. "That's a good wish sweetie."

        "Wait! I'm not done." Helen exclaimed." I wish that God will send daddy an angel and help him with his job.
 
       P.T once more began to cry. " Helen I don't need an angel. Daddy already has three. Two sweet little girls and a joyful loving wife. You are my angels."