Three Years Old

Chapter Nine

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     I opened my eyes painfully, the eyelashes sticking together slightly. Blake’s arm was thrown around me, and the light coming through the curtains was bright enough to light up the whole room. I lay still for a few seconds, unsure what it was that had woken me, but then I heard it again. Clear in the silence it came again – Flick’s bubbly laughter. It wasn’t coming from her room, which wouldn’t have been that strange as she was known to giggle away to herself, but instead it was coming from the living room.

     I swallowed and gently removed Blake’s arm so as to extract myself without waking her up. I was already finding Debby annoying this morning, and I hadn’t even seen her. I made my way out of our room, closing the door quietly behind me. Once in the sitting room, I found Debby lying on the sofa, with Flick in her arms, the two cocooned in her duvet. They were just sitting together giggling away.

     ‘Morning,’ I greeted them, pulling down my vest to cover my underwear. Flick looked up, and seeing me, jumped out of her nest on the sofa and ran to me. I couldn’t help a massive grin spreading across my face as she came to me, and I scooped her up in my arms, kissing her on the end of her tiny nose. ‘You’re up early,’ I commented, more to Debby than to Flick.

     Flick wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and replied, ‘Debby woke me up.’

     I frowned at Debby, who just shrugged at me. ‘You should have let her sleep,’ I moaned.

     ‘Sorry,’ Debby said. ‘I was up, and bored, so I couldn’t help myself. She’s young, she would have been up early anyway, right?’

     I sighed. ‘Yeah,’ I admitted. ‘But you didn’t have to make it earlier.’ I turned away from Debby, still carrying Flick in my arms, and made my way to the kitchen door. ‘You want some breakfast, babe?’ I asked her.

     ‘Can I have pancakes please?’ she asked me, looking up with her big round eyes. I couldn’t say no to those eyes.

     ‘I don’t think we have everything we need to make them,’ I told her. ‘Why don’t we call your Grandma?’

     Flick nodded at this as I put her down on the floor. I went and grabbed the recently installed landline phone, while she pulled herself up into a chair at the kitchen table.

      My mum picked up after a few rings, greeting me with, ‘Hello.’

     ‘Hey Mum, it’s me,’ I said. ‘I hope I didn’t wake you.’

     ‘Nah, you didn’t,’ she replied. ‘I was up.’

     ‘Good, do you wanna come over for breakfast?’ I suggested slyly, quickly changing the phone over to my other hand and pressing it to the other ear.

     On the end of the phone I heard laughter. ‘Does me coming over for breakfast happen to involve me making the breakfast by any chance?’ she asked, still chuckling to herself.

     ‘Um, maybe,’ I told her. ‘Flick wants pancakes and I’m pretty sure we don’t have all the ingredients.’

     She sighed gently, but I could tell she was just putting it on. ‘I’d love to,’ she said. ‘It’s kind of lonely eating by yourself.’

      ‘Great, see you in five,’ I murmured, before hanging up. I turned around to see Flick still at the table, with a piece of paper in front of her and a felt tip pen in her hand, working away, her little eyebrows creased together with concentration, and Debby leaning in the doorway.