Langer home October 29, 2018
Tara jolted awake in bed, letting out a sigh as she sat up. She couldn't remember what she was dreaming about, but it was enough to stir her out of a dead sleep. She let out a frustrated groan at the sound of crying coming from the monitor
"I'm coming, Luce!" Tara called as she stood up and began making her way out of her bedroom and into the room directly across from hers, "I am going to be so happy once you finally start sleeping through the night." the young mother grumbled under her breath.
The closer she got the louder the cries became, but once she entered the nursery and peered into the crib the crying stopped. The sight that greeted her was of her tiny five-week-old daughter's big blue watery eyes staring up at her innocently.
"Hi, sweetheart." Tara murmured as she lifted her daughter up into her arms and held her close, bouncing her gently, "What's wrong, my love?"
Lucy cooed back gripping tightly to her mother's sleep shirt, which had actually been one of Luke's old t-shirt, though it no longer carried his scent on it, as she began rooting around for her mother's breast.
"Oh," Tara chuckled, "I see what's wrong. Are you hungry, sweetheart?"
Her daughter began whining as she couldn't find what she was searching for, kicking her legs in aggravation.
Tara moved over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room that Sheryl and Nick had gotten her and sat down, "Just a minute, Luce." Tara said as she lifted her shirt and repositioned her daughter. Upon finding what she was looking for, Lucy immediately latched on and began sucking hungrily.
While she fed her daughter, Tara's mind began to wander to the night that brought her to this moment in time.
Langer home December 15, 2017
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Her Healing Hands
FanfictionTara Langer joined the Crain family two years before they moved into Hill House, her mother and Olivia Crain had been best friends their entire lives so when Lucy Langer passed away from breast cancer and without a father in the picture, the Crain's...