Hard To Love You || Supernatural Fanfiction

01; Not A Happy Birthday

Why do they make it hard to love you?
Why can't they even start to try?
'Cause now I feel a bridge is burning
And all the smoke is in my eyes
The Wreckers; Hard To Love You

December 2, 1983

"Mommy, Mommy," Mackenzie Cole cried out as she ran down the stairs as fast as her little legs could go. She had just woken up from her nap and was ready to get her birthday started.

"I'm in the kitchen, dear," Delilah, her mother, called out to her two-year-old while she held her six-month-old daughter Quinn in her arms.

Mackenzie ran through the living room, then ran into the kitchen to see her mother sitting in a chair at the table feeding her little sister.

She ran over to the table, then stopped beside her mom. "Presents open?"

"Not yet, birthday girl." Delilah smiled. "We have to wait for Daddy, okay?"

"Otay," Mackenzie said with a sad shrug. She glanced around the kitchen for a moment, before looking back at her mother. "I feed sissy?"

"You can hold the bottle." Delilah placed Mackenzie's hand on the bottle and kept her hand nearby in case it slipped from her daughter's small hand. She couldn't keep the smile from her face when she looked down at her two beautiful daughters.

"Love you, sissy," Mackenzie quietly said, placing a small kiss on her sister's head while she drank from the bottle.

A few minutes later, Mackenzie gasped in surprise when she heard the front door open then close. She quickly dropped the bottle- luckily Delilah caught it before it could fall to the floor as Mackenzie ran into the living room at full speed.

Michael, her father, had just sat down his black leather briefcase when Mackenzie jumped into his arms. Even though he had just got home from a long day of teaching art and art history, he couldn't wait to spend time with his family. His family was everything to him.

"Daddy home, Daddy home," Mackenzie called out as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck to hug him.

"Hey, birthday girl." Michael smiled and kissed his daughter on the side of her head as he held her close.

"Presents Daddy, open presents," Mackenzie said, not able to contain her excitement.

"Let's go see Mommy and Quinny first, okay? Where are they?" Michael asked, holding Mackenzie on his hip.

"Kitchen." Mackenzie pointed toward the room she had just left.

Michael walked into the kitchen, still holding Mackenzie, and smiled at his wife of five years before giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Hey, beautiful," Michael said.

"Hey, handsome," Delilah replied back with a loving smile on her face.

Michael gave Quinn on kiss on her soft head, the scent of baby shampoo filled his nose. "How are all my girls doing today?"

"We are doing great." Delilah removed the bottle and began to burp Quinn over her shoulder.

"I hear that someone's ready to open presents." Michael tickled Mackenzie on her stomach, causing the little girl to giggle.

"You heard right, she's been asking all day," Delilah said.

"Presents," Mackenzie called out, causing her parents to laugh out loud.

"You want presents, huh? Did we buy any presents, Mama?" Michael asked his wife.

"Hm, I don't think we did," Delilah said as she pretend to be deep in thought.

"No presents?" Mackenzie asked, her face falling.