Three Years Old

Chapter Eight

So it's my half term this week and I am going to try to upload at least every other day, hopefully more :) aren't you lucky? Well, there's not even that many of you reading this yet, but that's always how it's been, I build all my reads up slowly... but I get there! Today I hit 90 THOUSAND reads on the first book!! Absolutely buzzing about that! 

The song on the side is one of Robbie Williams' new ones, I don't normally like him, but LOVE this :D

Enjoy!

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     ‘Hey baby,’ Debby greeted the naked Flick, scooping her up into her arms. ‘How come you’re not wearing clothes?’

     Flick grinned at her. ‘We had a water fight,’ she announced with pride.

     ‘Wow, that must have been fun,’ she replied, she gave us a scan over – me in my sopping wet underwear, and Blake in her towel. I shifted uncomfortably, but tried not to show it. ‘Maybe you should put some clothes on though, Felicity,’ she suggested. I winced at the name – it wasn’t as if I didn’t like the name Felicity, or else we wouldn’t have chosen it, but it seemed so wrong for a toddler, Debby however, refused to call her Flick, claiming it wasn’t a name. ‘Come on, let’s go to your room,’ she continued, turning around and carrying her out into the hallway. Through the now empty doorway we heard her asking, ‘Which one is yours?’

     Once they’d disappeared into Flick’s room, Blake turned to me and gave me a baffled look, her eyebrows making the skin on her forehead crease into lines.

     ‘She gonna tell us what’s going on?’ she asked me.

     I shook my head in amazement, not sure what to say. We hadn’t even heard from Debby in over a month, and not seen her for even longer, and she just turned up in our house and whisked our daughter away to get dressed, without a word of explanation.

     I let out a sigh of exasperation, then said, ‘I’ll go find out, just let me get dressed first.’ I followed through to the hallway, noticing Debby’s big black suitcase standing by the door, before I turned into my room instead of Flick’s and to quickly grab some clothes. I stripped off my wet underwear, leaving it in a pile on the floor and pulled on a clean, dry set. Then I pulled a draw open and grabbed a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, only noticing when I pulled the top on that it was actually Blake’s. I didn’t stop though, just moved out of the room again, feeling much more decent, and into Flick’s room where Debby was rootling through a chest of drawers, picking out clothes.

     ‘This is so cute!’ she greeted me, holding up one of Flick’s miniature t-shirts. It was a newer one, cream with frilly shoulders. I ignored her, and went to grab a pair of Flick’s tiny underwear, then sat down in front of my naked daughter and put them on her.

     Without turning to look at Debby I asked, ‘What are you doing here Debby?’

     I heard her hand fall down with a slight thump on the top of the dresser, but still didn’t look, keeping my eyes fixed on Flick. ‘Wow, thanks for making me feel welcome,’ she said sarcastically, the edge to her voice pulling at my heart.

     I sighed, and stood up to face her. ‘Deb, you can’t be surprised that we’re surprised. You live Edinburgh,’ I reminded her. ‘That’s eight hours drive away. And you just turn up in our house without a word?’

     ‘Oh god no, I don’t live in Edinburgh anymore,’ she told me. ‘It was awful, didn’t last more than a month. Me and Michael live in Cornwall now, much, much nicer.’