Her Safety, His Sanity (Forever my Daddy)

Sweet and Tears

 God, I loved for Mondays, Wednesdays and the weekends. Whenever they came around I would be able to volunteer at the hospital with the sick children. I've been going since I was twelve and volunteering since I was fourteen, the age limit. Since mom was one of the head lawyers of the hospital, she got it to where I was able to volunteer quicker than the others my age; her rule was, as long as my grades were well I could go.

I was so anxious for tomorrow, it was the first Monday of August, and the first and third Mondays I make baked goods for the whole level, not just the patients or the kids, but for the parents of the patients, the staff, everyone on that unit and all who hold up the spirits there. Each person gets their own personalized treats, depending on what they liked, and what their allergies are; Adam, a transgender male, gets no-bake peanut butter cookies for his gluten allergy, Mrs.Sanches and her daughter, Alyssa who is the patient, are both allergic to strawberries, get Raspberry thumbprint cookies, and Mrs. Laughlin, my favorite nurse gets her apple honey tartlets with powdered sugar sprinkled over the top, just like back in Louisiana.

I heard the front door open and shut indicating that my mom was home right as I was taking out the last tray of treats that happened to be made for her.

"Hey, Mama," I said with a smile and high spirits, "your strawberries and creme cookies just got done right on time too."

"Good for them!" she growled through her teeth, her shoes flying off her feet.

My eyebrows furrowed in worry, "what's the wrong ma?" I set the hot tray on the counter not letting them touch Mrs. Sanches' and Alyssa's cookies.

"Why the hell do you have to be so much like your fucking father? Huh?! Act more like a normal human being !" she yelled, going to her room, slamming the door.

I sighed trying to keep myself composed as I put the last of the treats into their own separate containers and setting the tub of brownies on the counter giving them to Ashton later. After closing the enclosures of treats I headed for my room; I closed my door quietly just in time to let my emotions let loose. At the same time of me sliding my back down my door to sit on the ground, my tears streamed down my face. I buried my face into my knees, not knowing why I needed to hide my face when no one was even around me.

Leaning my head back to avoid the tears from falling, I just wanted to avoid a mess that I would look later on in the day; I still needed to go shopping.

My phone began to vibrate on my nightstand singing a special ringtone that not only raised my spirits but also notified me Ashton was calling. I crawled over, grabbing my phone and answering it as I sat next to my bed, not wanting to put in the effort to climb up there.

"Whenever I hear your ringtone, I just smile," I said not only relieving myself of pain but gathering myself once again; greeting him over the phone with a giggle. I began to rub my arm where my birthmark shaped like a heart with one wing was, so my father says, but I still think it looks like a fat monkey.

"What do you mean, baby?" I knew his facial expression was so confused and puzzled.

"Well, I may or may nor have set your ringtone as 'if it means a lot to you," I said with a goofy smirk that I had no clue why it developed.

"You always seem to surprise me with your music taste; they're a lot like mine."

"Oh, like 'casual sex?", I playfully asked hearing him growl into the phone as he got riled up. I giggled before actually getting the strength to lift myself up onto my bed. But as soon as I sat down I remembered what happened before he had called and I felt my face sulk.