I saw a random picture a couple of nights ago and i wrote this. But huge credits goes to åØåsarahb2007 for making my broken danish/english into something that makes sense.
On a Friday night...
The moving cat on the wall in
the playroom showed nine pm, and pulled her
from the deep thoughts that had been playing in her head for at couple of
hours. She was worn. Just plain exhausted from all the work she had done
today. Not that today was that different from the rest of her days, but today
was Friday, and the traditional Friday dinner had as always been something
that pulled a few extra strings. Especially this one.
Things had gotten easier between them through the past
couple of years, but
Friday nights would always be Friday night dinners...
Exhausted she picked up the remaining of the
scattered toys from the floor
and dumped them in the toy box and then started to pick up the discarded
clothes before she threw them in the laundry basket.
"Mommy" her daughter
called from the bed, half sleeping and she walked over
and kneeled over her sleepy daughter. She kissed her and the girl settled back
to sleep. She smiled looking down at the four year old girl. She was the
splitting image of her dad, and it always made her heart melt. She was growing
up so fast.
She picked up the small
baseball glove from the bed and put it on the little
nightstand before slowly moving out of the room. Closing the door her fingers
tapped lightly over the colorful letters spelling out Molly, and remembered
the day they had agreed on the name. They had been watching "Pretty in Pink"
when they had found out and somehow the name had gotten stuck in their minds
until there was no other name that would work for their daughter. Eventually
she had turned out to be more the superjock than the Pinkyballerina girl.
She walked down the corridor deep in her
own thoughts. Tonight had been so
emotional in many ways. She made a little giggle remembering how Lukas had
rejected the fancy baby food that Emily had ordered from this fancy five star
cook she had insisted on hiring for the occasion, or how her mother had to
pull all her will not to let it show how distressed she had been when she saw
her incredible expensive rug stained with 300 dollars prized red wine that he
dropped on the floor curtsy of his grandfather, who by now should have known
not to put that so dangerously close to the 5 month old boy who had his mind
set on the funny looking bottle as soon as he had laid eyes on it.
She walked past
Lukas nursery; he had been put to sleep hours ago and would
probably wake up long before her natural clock, or his fathers for that
Walking further down she opened the door to
Williams's room. Her toddler
was talking in his sleep. Something he had been doing for quite awhile now, to
the amusement of his parents. He was normally a quit boy, thinking and he
could spend hours concentrating really intensely on something. He had
inherited that part from his father alright. He was probably the one of their
kids that reminded her most of her oldest daughter. She looked fondly at the
two year old boy, and snuggled down next to him. She knew that even if the
entire stars hollow school band walked past them he wouldn't wake up before
noon if he had his way. At least he had gotten that part from her.
She lay still
a moment just basking in the feeling of being close to her kid,
the only sound in the room coming from JT the guinea pig.
in Justin Timberlake as her daughter had named after rescuing it
the pet store after watching Doctor Doolittle and days of begging her parents
using all her Gilmore traits to lure her father into buying it.
Unlike the movie kind this one lacked
any talking abilities which made the
poor creature boring and lost all appeal in the eyes of the
brownhairedpigtailed four year old, and was quickly forgotten, much to her
younger brothers liking.
The door opened slowly and she was pulled from her
daydreaming, and was met
with a smile. She held a hand up in front of her mouth and started to get up
slowly toward him, not wanting to wake the sleeping boy.
"What was that about?" he
said gently nudging her out the room, hitting a few
lights before steering her into their bedroom. She sat down on their bed and
sighed quietly, while he had already started on his nightly routine, changing
into his standard sweet pants and tshirt.
have to grow up so quickly?" she sighed and looked helplessly up
him. He smiled at her. He knew her so well and after the events of this
evening it had been a matter of time before the real reaction sunk in.
He carefully hung his "Friday"
suit and gave her a look. She looked so tired,
and a bit fragile sitting there and his heart finally melted and he put down
the towel he held and walked over to her.
"You do know she's
married and 28" he said lifting her chin up with his
finger while looking her directly in the eyes. "You knew this was coming
eventually". Her lips curved into a small smile. He was the best, and really
this wasn't something that should make her feel this way. After all she had a
good life and great marriage to her best friend.
When she started to giggle he sat
back on the bed and looked at her puzzled
and with a concerned frown on his face. Then he joined her and when they
finally got them self back together and the laughter quieted he gave her that
look that still after all those years made her heart melt. He hugged her close
to him and nuzzled her while she quietly played with his hair. Then she
withdrew from him and said
"I'm so not ready to be a grandma..."