"Dadda!" My daughter calls out to me, making grabby hands as I open her bedroom door. I smile, taking in the sight. she's sitting in her cot, that bright smile that she always wears, plastered on her face. I'm glad that when she died, her mother's features weren't so prominent on her. I love the reminder now, but back then when I had just excepted what had happened, I would've found it almost unendurable to have a mini Tatum to look after.
I pick her up and rest her on my hip, letting her head nuzzle into my neck as I walk over to the window. The sun was already peaking through the sides of the light pink curtains which were covered in white bunnies. After opening the curtains, I exited the room, going downstairs with the babbling toddler.
Since she was a bit older now, she had began speaking which was adorable, but sometimes very annoying when I want a bit if peace and quiet. I let her play with her food while I fixed us a quick breakfast. For her, banana and grapes, For me a slice of toast.
After eating, We go upstairs to get ready. I change her diaper and dress her before letting her choose some of her toys to play with in my room whilst I get ready. I let her crawl next to me and sit on the floor besides me as I get ready.
After we were ready, I packed her stuff up, grabbed our bags and headed out to the car. It was warm out today, but it rained last night so the air was damp and the sky, dark. We climbed into the car and I turned the radio on as I pulled out of the drive. It was playing her favourite song. The song we sung to the babay at night time. Obviously hearing it on the radio confused her. "Dada, not nunnite yet? Why dis?"
I smiled at her cuteness and instead of answering, I sung.
I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my soul?
I watched her smile in the rear-view mirror.
And do they know,
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
I stop singing and sigh, upset that I won't be able to grow old with both of my girls. I only had one now. "Dada sing?" She said when I had stopped. I knew she loved music. I loved it too.
So when I'm lying in my bed,
Thoughts running through my head,
And I feel the love is dead
A little voice joins in on the last line, making me smile.
I'm loving angels instead.
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He packed his bags. Taking a deep breath, he moved his hand to the note in his pocket. Not today, he thought. But maybe tomorrow. He didn't feel as he belonged in this world anymore, but he wanted to bid farewell to his parents in person. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the tracks below once more before taking a step back and feeling the rush of wind as the train went by, instead of the cold metal of it on his skin.
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Train// Zonah
Fanfiction"Why did you save me?" "I couldn't bear to watch another person kill themselves when this time I knew I can stop them." Jonah was a train driver on the London under ground who became single parent to his daughter lila-mae when his fiance killed he...
