BRIDGETS POV
I can’t believe I called him Haz! I didn’t mean to it, it just kind of slipped. I used to call him that all the time. I shook my head deciding not to think about it. I went into my room and saw Darcy still fast asleep. I smiled at her and walked over and shook her shoulder slightly.
“Darcy, baby come on wake up” I cooed at her. Her beautiful green eyes fluttered open and looked up at me. “Good morning baby, it’s time to wake up”
She yawned and nodded sitting up she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hug and mumbled a good morning into my neck. She pulled away and looked around the bedroom, confusion written on her face.
“Mummy, where daddy go?” she asked looking at me with sad eyes.
“He had to go to work sweet heart?” she looked at me her lip quivering just a bit, she really didn’t want him to go anywhere. This happened the last time she full on started crying. I had to call Harry to get him to talk to her so she would calm down. “No, sweetie don’t cry. He’ll be coming over after day care today.” Her lip instantly stoped quivering her face lit up and she let out a squeal. I laughed at her and picked her up taking her to her room to get her dressed. I cooked her breakfast and brushed her teeth before grabbing my keys. I put her in the car and got in myself and drove to her day care. I dropped her off before heading to work myself.
Once I finished a busy day at work I went to pick Darcy up from day care. “Hello Olivia” i said to the girl who worked there.
“Hey Bridget, How was your day?”
“Good thankyou, yourself?”
“Good”
“How’s Darcy doing?”
“She’s doing really well she’s pretty smart for her age, i don’t think she should come back next year. I think she is ready for school.”
“Wow. Really?”
“Yep” Darcy came running into the front office where we were with her backpack on her back Mr.Penguin in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. ”aren’t you Darcy? Ready for school next year?”
Darcy nodded “Look mummy, look what I did” I crouched down to have a look at what she did. It was a messy painting of 3 stick figure things. One was really tall with brown scribble as hair with messy letters spelling daddy, the next was a little shorter with longer brown scribble but it was straighter than the other one with messy letters spelling out mummy, the last one was a lot smaller than the other ones and had long brown scribble as hair with letters spelling Darcy. They all had green dots for eyes. The background was green scribbles.
“There's daddy, you, and that’s me, were at the park”
“Wow, Darcy this is really good. How about we show daddy when you get home?” she nodded excited to here what her dad though of her painting.
“Dad? I thought Darcy didn’t have a dad” Olivia said softly.
“Ugh, yeah he came back, I guess” I said nervously.
“Well that probably explains why Darcy has been happier lately and always talking about a ‘dad’”
I smiled at her and grabbed Darcy’s hand. “Cya tomorrow Olivia” just as I was about to leave Olivia stopped me.
“No we actually are closed tomorrow”
“What? Why?”
“We found one of the kids had head lice, they were sent home but we just want to make sure no one else has it so to prevent it from spreading we are closing tomorrow. So if you could just check Darcy and see if she has any before she comes back would help”
