Can't Stop (Frusciante fan fic)

Part 17-Tiny Storm in a Teacup

A/N: Well, from the feedback I've gotten, John and Sophia are by far everyone's favorite characters. They are mine too, so I promise I will try to get more POV from the stars of the show. Especially during Bottlerock Napa (a concert I will go to first, happily, before writing a full story on it), and for some major, major drama I have plans for afterwards involving both of them heavily. With how unpredictable the world is, I may be going for the drama earlier if Bottlerock Napa gets cancelled. Or totally rewriting this part. Well, enjoy best as you can in the meantime!

Ellie's POV (still, be patient ;))

I don't hear from Greg the rest of the night. Sophia, John, and I wake up from our lovely nap, and I scramble 3 eggs and 2 pieces of toast apiece (and some dry cat food and fresh water for John), and allow her to put whatever she wants on them. I'm still tired. But comforted by the fact there isn't really anything to do for another week with Labor Day Weekend coming up. 

I wake in the morning to a text from Greg, "Hey, I think the kids have soccer club after school, so you don't have to pick Will and Maeve up the next 2 days. Or on Friday. Thanks and have a good day Ellie."

Wow, I thought, he really wants to keep his distance until I relent and dump $400 (not including the hotel costs I will incur) down the toilet, and cancel my plans to see someone who is very special to my daughter and I. I know she's just a child, but I can't help but feel Maeve isn't ready to let another woman in to her father's life. She's so fragile, and I don't blame her. I know what it is to lose a parent, albeit not at that age. 2 parents actually in the same year. Not something you ever get over. People can't be replaced. 

With some irritation, I text him back, "OK, thanks Greg. I guess Sophie will be with them at soccer club but I will just pick her up. You have a nice day, too." 

I have strong feelings for Greg, but just as strong feelings for John. I know it's wrong. I would be more inclined to toss John aside and party here, but I feel bonded to John somehow, and I know Sophie does too. I feel sad that Greg is being a pouty drama queen, and sad that I'm distancing myself because I feel overwhelmed with the task before me, which is two additional children. After Sophia was born, I developed a benign tumor in my uterus, and they had to remove it, do a uterine ablation later to stop the heavy bleeding I was dealing with, and I can't have any more children. Trust me, being over 40 and a single parent, this is a relief to me. I know some women would feel residual sadness, but I don't. I don't want another baby after all of this, ever. 

I don't hear back from Greg the rest of the week. Friday afternoon, I show up in my uniform to pick Sophie up before the long weekend. No soccer club today, though she loves it. She informs me that as far as she knows, Maeve and Will are going to Pasadena to see their grandparents for the weekend, and she thinks their dad picked them up already. Fine. We head back to the house for a weekend with no plans. 

I tell Sophia when I get home that I'm going to take a nap and she can entertain herself for now. I shut my bedroom door, and lie down, but fail to drift into sleep. John stays with her in the living room. 

Sophia's POV

I don't know why my Mom and Greg are silent fighting. They can have only 10 people at the park in one area for Maeve's party because people are scared that the virus hasn't gone away yet. I don't see the big deal if my Mom misses it. Maeve is so quiet that I don't even know if we could get 10 people. I like her, but she almost never talks in class or to kids at our lunch table. I get it. I miss my grandparents too, who raised me with my Mom when I was little. I don't know what I'd do without Mom. I don't like to think about it.

Mom lies down, and I try not to let it bother me. I know she's talked to John, and I want so badly to talk to him too, but I won't make her mad by snooping. I decide to play guitar for awhile. I don't think she'll mind if I wake her. She likes to hear me play.