His little miracle

Morning Suprise

I woke to sun rays that kissed my cheek. I slowly rose up from the feather filled pillows. After I stretched my arms, I forgot where I was for a moment. The bed sheets were the color of sunset gold. The bed drapes of Pearl white, that glew with the sun. I had removed the blanket from my body and made my way to the side of the bed. After the drapes were pulled, I could see all of Papa's room. His closet was a few feet from his drawers. His room was small but it was slight bigger than mine. Papa had a love couch that was on the edge of his maroon rug. I faced my back to the wall and clung to the bed blankets and sheets. As I slid down Papa's bed, I made my way to the window. The curtains pulled revealed the beautiful world Papa and I lived in. The street was filled with people walking with dogs, or families, or carrying their groceries from the market that was a few blocks away. I turned around to make my way to the door. Papa wasn't in the bed, so he must be in the living room reading like he usually is. I turned the door knob, and felt the overwhelmed aroma of pancakes and syrup hit my nose.
I walked to the kitchen to find Papa flipping pancakes over the stove. "Bon jour, Papa," I yawned while I rubbed my eye. He turned around to face me, then greeted me with a smile. "Bon jour, mom cheri," he replied while he crouched to kiss my cheek. Papa returned his attention to the pancakes that were cooking at the moment. I heard the stove then off with a click and met Papa's blue eyes. He rose me up, from the ground all of a sudden that I didn't catch my breath for a moment.
"Today," Papa began as he moved small strands of my honey-almond bed head away from my eyes. "Is a special day, Monique. Can you take a guess?" He carried me to the dining table and placed me by the head of it. My feet felt the cushion of the chair and I made my way to a sitting position. "I don't know what today is," I told him as he sat down in the chair. Papa chuckled at me, he didn't mean it as an insult, he meant it to describe how cute I sound when I couldn't understand something. As he rose from the chair, he told me to stay, that he'd be right back.
I did as I was told and not moved from my chair a single centimeter. I saw him return to the table with a silver tray that held many sweet treats. Pancakes stacked high, strawberries in a small dish, sausages that sizzled of freshness. 'Why would Papa make all this,' I asked myself. It was never like him to make a big breakfast unless it was a special occasion. Then I remembered the date; December 3, one day Papa was so happy for.

"Is it my birthday?" I asked him, with curious eyes. He jumped in joy and picked me up from my seat. I was lifted up so high I was over Papa's head. All of this joy, just made me smile and laugh as a result. The sight of Papa happy, brought joy to my heart. I couldn't help but laugh with him, hear him sing so loud on the top of his lungs.
"Today is a happy day," he shouted while he bounced me in his arms. "Today, is your special day!" He finally sat me back on my chair, to eat breakfast. Though, with so much food, I could never eat it all, so we split it between us.

"Next suprise!" I heard him run to the study room. He returned with a small box wrapped in pink, topped off with a red bow. "For you," he smiled as he gave it to me. "My little Monique." I was in awe, for that moment. I sat there, with the gift on my lap. Papa got a worried look, and asked if I was alright. I nodded and began to unwrap my gift. "It's something I thought you'd love to have when Papa is our at his meetings," he told me. When I removed the lid of the box, I met soft brown eyes of a fluffy hazel-nut bear. "Papa," I gasped, as I picked up the little bear. "You got this for me?"

"Remember," he began as he sat next to me. "We were walking by the stores, and we stopped by the toy store. I thought you would've been looking at the dolls, but I found you wander over to the bears. I had this bear specially stuffed with extra care, so you wouldn't feel lonely anymore." He welcomed me with open arms in the biggest hug I've ever felt. "Happy 7th Birthday," he whispered. "My precious, Monique." He told me as he hugged me close. I didn't remember I had started to cry on his shoulder. Papa had wiped away a single tear, off my eye. "Papa, loves you," he told me as I felt him kiss my forehead. I saw his blue eyes, he wasn't lying to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and returned the hug. Something I was scared to do, ever since Papa had me.

"I love you, Papa," I coughed out, the effort of holding in my tears was about to fail. Then I held on to Papa tighter, not ever wanting to let him go. "I love you too, my daughter," he hugged back.

Author's Note: I wish to thank those of you who have read the first chapter. It encouraged me to continue. Besides Jinxx31 threatening me, to update. FYI, we go to same school, so fun for me.