My foster life (original)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

**Marie's POV**

Today Quinton is a week old and I was trying to get him to sleep (sleeping is one of his favorite things to do) he was in my arms one hand holding onto my finger as I slowly rock back and forth in the rocking chair humming and singing softly the lyrics to 'what hurts the most' by Rascal Flatts.

'I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house

That don't bother me

I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while

Even though going on with you gone still upsets me

There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay

But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most

Was being so close

And having so much to say

And watching you walk away

And never knowing

What could have been

And not seeing that loving you

Is what I was tryin' to do

I sighed lightly but before I got to continue someone started to sing from where I left off. I looked up and Jake was standing in the doorway singing I listened to the notes and how perfect his voice sounded.

'It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go

But I'm doin' It

It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone

Still Harder

Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret

But I know if I could do it over

I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart

That I left unspoken'

I started to sing with him. I continue to rock back and forth with Quinton in my arms and his eyes started to droop in a cute sleepy manner.

'What hurts the most

Was being so close

And having so much to say

And watching you walk away

And never knowing

What could have been

And not seeing that loving you

Is what I was tryin' to do

What hurts the most

Was being so close

And having so much to say (to say)

And watching you walk away

And never knowing

What could have been

And not seeing that loving you

Is what I was trying to do

Not seeing that loving you

That's what I was trying to do'