Daytime Dreamer

🤍 Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch

I know I usually don't post around this time, but I finished a fic earlier that I'm super proud of, and I wanted to post it. So I'm a huge Motwon fan. Always have been since I was little (thank my mom for that 😊). I was listening to the song featured in this fic, and I wondered which one of the girls would be a Motown fan. So I messaged my best friend which one of them would like Motown, and she said she thought Delia would be a fan. Then I sent her the song and we talked about it, then *BOOM*, the idea came to me. 😄 I hope you all enjoy this fic. I had so much fun writing it. ❤🤍

"Rhiannon!" I look up from my PSP and yell out, "Yeah?" "Could you come down here, please? I have a surprise for you..." she says the ending in a teasing tone, making me get a confused look on my face. I get off the bed and walk down the stairs to the living room to find Delia standing in front of the couch. "Hey, so what's the surprise?" I look down and see the coffee table's been moved to a corner of the room. "And why is the coffee table moved?" She grins at me and takes my hand, pulling me to the middle of the room with her. "You'll figure it out after your surprise. So, I want you to close your eyes for me." I arch my eyebrow at her, making her chuckle. "Just do it for me, honey. Pwease?" She pouts and gives me puppy dog eyes, making me giggle and I close my eyes. I wait for a few seconds before I hear a familiar song come on, making me get a giant grin on my face. "Open them, sweetheart." I open my eyes and Delia gives me a smile before she takes my hands and starts singing the song to me.

(Play song now)

🎶Oooh, sugar pie, honey bunch... You know that I love you... I can't help myself... I love you and nobody else... In and out my life (in and out my life)... You come and you go (you come and you go)... Leaving just your picture behind (Oooh)... And I've kissed it a thousand times (Oooh)...🎶 She twirls me around a couple times, making me giggle as she continues singing. 🎶When you snap your fingers or wink your eye, I come a-running to you... I'm tied to your apron strings... And there's nothing that I can do, oooh... Can't help myself... No, I can't help myself... Cause sugar pie, honey bunch (sugar pie, honey bunch)... I'm weaker than a mom should be...🎶 I giggle at how she changes the lyric "man", to "mom", and she twirls me around me again, grinning big. 🎶I can't help myself... I'm a fool in love, you see... Wanna tell you I don't love you... Tell you that we're through, and I try... But every time I see your face (can't help myself)... I get all choked up inside...🎶 she grabs my waist and pulls me to her and kisses my cheek, making me giggle. 🎶When I call your name... Girl, it starts to flame (burning in my heart, tearing it all apart)... No matter how I try... My love, I cannot hide... Cause sugar pie, honey bunch (sugar pie, honey bunch)... You know that I'm waiting for you (waiting for you)... I can't help myself... I love you and nobody else, oooh...🎶 she takes my hands, intertwining our fingers together as I joined in with the song. 🎶Sugar pie, honey bunch (sugar pie, honey bunch)... Do anything you ask me to (ask me to)... I can't help myself... I want you and nobody else, oooh... Sugar pie, honey bunch (sugar pie, honey bunch)... You know that I love you (love you)... I can't help myself... No, I can't help myself, oooh... Sugar pie, honey bunch (sugar pie, honey bunch)...🎶 the song ends, and me and Delia fall onto the couch, out of breath and laughing. "That was... the best surprise ever..." she chuckles and wraps her arm around my shoulder, pulling me in closer. "You liked it?" "You kidding? I loved it! I already loved that song, but you just made me love it a billion times more!" I wrap my arms around her waist and hug her tight, making her chuckle. "I've had that song for you ever since you were a baby. I used to sing it to you whenever I would play it on one of my records. I'm so glad I got to sing it to you, babygirl..." She kisses my temple and holds me tight, lightly scratching my sides. I look up at her and softly say, "Delia?" "Yeah, sweetheart?" I grin softly and ask, "Could we listen to another one?" She chuckles and pulls away to look at me. "Of course we can, honey bunch."