Go Down Swinging |Coco Cruz|

Chapter 2

~Two and a half years later~

I rubbed my nearly three year old daughter's back as I tried to get her back to sleep. She had awoken from a bad dream, then had come into my bedroom and crawled into my bed.

I hummed softly to her ask gently swayed her, watching her rub her greyish green eyes. I kissed her forehead then her curly blonde hair; a near perfect imagine of Jax. I blinked tiredly as I began walking around my room, wishing he was here.

He's not going to come back; he's dead,  my subconscious tells me.

I hugged Joy as tears began to roll down my cheeks, my heart breaking more. I shake my head when I feel Joy kiss my cheek, her voice soft, "I love you, Momma!".

I nuzzled her and softly said, "Momma loves her Jo Jo.".

Joy squealed softly and clapped before she began yawning softly. She tucked her head under my chin and clutched my camisole in her little hands. She laid her head over my heart and softly giggled.

"Do you want to stay in Momma's room or your room, Princess," I softly ask her, "Or we could go and watch Scooby Doo.".

"Can we watch Scooby in your room, then go to sleep," Joy softly yawned, "please?".

I kiss the top of Joy's head, then I sit down on my bed. She squealed and clapped as I turned my Roku TV on and selected the boomerang app.

As 'Scooby Abracadabra Doo' began playing I found myself missing Jax more. He and I used to watch it with Abel and Thomas every chance we could; even when Jax had to work most times. I shake my head and watch Joy again.

She clapped and squealed softly as her eyes became glued to the screen, her happiness bringing me from the depths of my worry and depression. Joy was well, she was my pride and joy; she would always be.

Can I make a life for myself and Joy here in Santo Padre?