Chased by the Past
Lucky (Jack POV)
Trigger Warning: Potentially dangerous traffic situation
I saw it first, and I screamed. Alex reacted immediately and slammed the brakes, swerving around the oncoming car. We came to a halt, tires screeching and me screaming. I was in shock. I looked over to Alex, he was white as a sheet and crying. I managed to bring up one hand to his face, gently touching him.
“Lexy? It’s okay. We are alive. It will all be alright.”
Sirens were already wailing in the distance, as far as I knew nobody was hurt, but the shock of all the persons involved was big.
Something shrill inside me was not stopping to scream, and I was shaking. The paramedics arrived and opened the door. I thought I could recognise the same brown-haired boy that had taken care of Alex when he had fainted after the gig, but I was not sure. They checked me for any injuries and I had to get out of the car. I slowly started feeling normal again, and Alex was given medication to help him calm down.
Our car was driven to the sidewalk, and after signing some papers and telling the police what had happened, we were allowed to leave. I called a cab. Alex was returning to his usual self, although the spark in his eyes had gotten a little less shiny. I tried cheering him up by telling him about Mari, and it worked, he started smiling again.
We decided not to go and pick her up immediately, but to go home and recover from the almost-accident. I called the orphanage, and the girl was as friendly as usual. I told her we would pick up our little bundle of joy at 2 pm, which left us with a little more than 5 hours to recover.
Alex didn’t say much in the cab, tears were streaming from his eyes. I asked him how he felt but he only said he’d tell me when we were home.
At home, I was eager to get him to talk. I tried not to be pushy, but I probably was. When he finally started talking, it was a low mumble, I almost couldn’t understand what he said. I asked him to say it again, and it almost was shouting when he repeated it.
“Jack, do you understand what this accident means?! We could have died! On the way to pick up our daughter! She already is an orphan, without even consciously knowing, she could have become a double-orphan!”
It felt like a cold hand grasping my heart but I hugged him and held him tight while he cried. I stroked his hair and pressed little kisses to it.
“Lexy, we should see it as a good sign that we haven’t died. This baby girl is our destiny. She will make everything alright. I love you.”
We ate some pasta and gathered all our stuff again, and got a cab to drive us to our car. I got behind the steering wheel because Alex was not feeling ready for it.
At the orphanage, my excitement from before the crash was almost fully there again. Alex seemed happy too, and together, we were probably the incarnation of bubbling, childish happiness.
Mari looked absolutely adorable, just like the last time we had seen her. Her caramel-chocolate curls seemed to be the perfect mix between me and Alex, I still couldn’t believe it.
I went over to say hi, and she opened her big eyes, perfectly framed by her long lashes. She yawned at me, and I was pretty sure she had at least a college degree in cuteness, because I could feel myself melt away. I carefully picked her up, and brought her over to the girl, Elizabeth, who was supposed to give us a last little introduction on the basics of having a baby.
We had to change her diaper, Alex was disgusted, but perfect father and husband he was, he didn’t hesitate to wipe her butt. We placed her back in her MaxiCosy, ready to go.
“Alright, you did a good job! One thing we require now are baby classes, 3 days in a row. All new parents and their adopted child have to attend them, you will learn some important things about babies. If you would please sign these papers… perfect, thank you! Here is the birth certificate, her vaccination ID, and some other things you will need.” She smiled at us, a look of admiration in her eyes. We took our things and I prepared myself for the thing I had planned for Elizabeth.
I opened my satchel and produced something wrapped in nice paper. She looked up at me as I gave it to her, smiling broadly. She slowly unwrapped it, careful, almost as if it would disappear if she touched it too roughly. When it was unwrapped, I could see tears forming in her eyes, but it were happy tears. Elizabeth placed the presents on a table and flung her arms around my neck.
“Thank you so much! My life is complete! Ahhh!” she said while almost crushing me. She let go of me and repeated the procedure with Alex.
“I thought I would give you something as thanks for helping us find our little angel. I hope you have time to go to the show, blink-182 belongs to our best friends, and I know you like them from the little sticker on your notebook. Also I saw ‘blink-182’ written over and over in it,” I said, winking, “Have fun backstage! Oh and I heard that band t-shirts are supposed to be 3 sizes too big, so have fun with these two All Time Low shirts!” I told her. She was full-on crying now, but the grin plastered across her face made up for it.
“Thank you so much! I have time for it, and if I have to cancel my own funeral that day! And I will have fun, you know…” she answered, winking like I had.
I hugged her one last time, then we left. I handled Mari, who was peacefully sleeping in her little bed-like basket.
Alex sat in the back of the car to watch over Mari after we had finally succeeded in strapping the transport container to the backseat without snapping a finger, and to be honest, I didn’t really care about the broken fingernail, even though I needed it for my guitar.
I drove off, envying Alex, who stroked her little head and murmured things like “Oh my god I didn’t know hair could be this soft!” and “She smells so good!”
But my jealousy soon subsided when she started crying. Alex was a bit freaked out, trying to soothe her by singing a song (it didn’t really fit the occasion but it was the first thing that came into his mind as he was sitting in the backseat; it was Backseat Serenade). It seemed to work, she got a bit quieter. But she was still whimpering, and I could tell from looking in the rear-view mirror that Alex was not comfortable.
Mari had to wait until we were home, where we discovered the reason why she was unhappy: her diapers were to be changed again. Alex did it while I prepared her first bottle of milk in her new home.
Soon, we were all lying in the big king-sized bed, Mari between us, each of us one cat on our bellies, Danny, our dog to our feet. We fell asleep shortly after.
I saw it first, and I screamed. Alex reacted immediately and slammed the brakes, swerving around the oncoming car. We came to a halt, tires screeching and me screaming. I was in shock. I looked over to Alex, he was white as a sheet and crying. I managed to bring up one hand to his face, gently touching him.
“Lexy? It’s okay. We are alive. It will all be alright.”
Sirens were already wailing in the distance, as far as I knew nobody was hurt, but the shock of all the persons involved was big.
Something shrill inside me was not stopping to scream, and I was shaking. The paramedics arrived and opened the door. I thought I could recognise the same brown-haired boy that had taken care of Alex when he had fainted after the gig, but I was not sure. They checked me for any injuries and I had to get out of the car. I slowly started feeling normal again, and Alex was given medication to help him calm down.
Our car was driven to the sidewalk, and after signing some papers and telling the police what had happened, we were allowed to leave. I called a cab. Alex was returning to his usual self, although the spark in his eyes had gotten a little less shiny. I tried cheering him up by telling him about Mari, and it worked, he started smiling again.
We decided not to go and pick her up immediately, but to go home and recover from the almost-accident. I called the orphanage, and the girl was as friendly as usual. I told her we would pick up our little bundle of joy at 2 pm, which left us with a little more than 5 hours to recover.
Alex didn’t say much in the cab, tears were streaming from his eyes. I asked him how he felt but he only said he’d tell me when we were home.
At home, I was eager to get him to talk. I tried not to be pushy, but I probably was. When he finally started talking, it was a low mumble, I almost couldn’t understand what he said. I asked him to say it again, and it almost was shouting when he repeated it.
“Jack, do you understand what this accident means?! We could have died! On the way to pick up our daughter! She already is an orphan, without even consciously knowing, she could have become a double-orphan!”
It felt like a cold hand grasping my heart but I hugged him and held him tight while he cried. I stroked his hair and pressed little kisses to it.
“Lexy, we should see it as a good sign that we haven’t died. This baby girl is our destiny. She will make everything alright. I love you.”
We ate some pasta and gathered all our stuff again, and got a cab to drive us to our car. I got behind the steering wheel because Alex was not feeling ready for it.
At the orphanage, my excitement from before the crash was almost fully there again. Alex seemed happy too, and together, we were probably the incarnation of bubbling, childish happiness.
Mari looked absolutely adorable, just like the last time we had seen her. Her caramel-chocolate curls seemed to be the perfect mix between me and Alex, I still couldn’t believe it.
I went over to say hi, and she opened her big eyes, perfectly framed by her long lashes. She yawned at me, and I was pretty sure she had at least a college degree in cuteness, because I could feel myself melt away. I carefully picked her up, and brought her over to the girl, Elizabeth, who was supposed to give us a last little introduction on the basics of having a baby.
We had to change her diaper, Alex was disgusted, but perfect father and husband he was, he didn’t hesitate to wipe her butt. We placed her back in her MaxiCosy, ready to go.
“Alright, you did a good job! One thing we require now are baby classes, 3 days in a row. All new parents and their adopted child have to attend them, you will learn some important things about babies. If you would please sign these papers… perfect, thank you! Here is the birth certificate, her vaccination ID, and some other things you will need.” She smiled at us, a look of admiration in her eyes. We took our things and I prepared myself for the thing I had planned for Elizabeth.
I opened my satchel and produced something wrapped in nice paper. She looked up at me as I gave it to her, smiling broadly. She slowly unwrapped it, careful, almost as if it would disappear if she touched it too roughly. When it was unwrapped, I could see tears forming in her eyes, but it were happy tears. Elizabeth placed the presents on a table and flung her arms around my neck.
“Thank you so much! My life is complete! Ahhh!” she said while almost crushing me. She let go of me and repeated the procedure with Alex.
“I thought I would give you something as thanks for helping us find our little angel. I hope you have time to go to the show, blink-182 belongs to our best friends, and I know you like them from the little sticker on your notebook. Also I saw ‘blink-182’ written over and over in it,” I said, winking, “Have fun backstage! Oh and I heard that band t-shirts are supposed to be 3 sizes too big, so have fun with these two All Time Low shirts!” I told her. She was full-on crying now, but the grin plastered across her face made up for it.
“Thank you so much! I have time for it, and if I have to cancel my own funeral that day! And I will have fun, you know…” she answered, winking like I had.
I hugged her one last time, then we left. I handled Mari, who was peacefully sleeping in her little bed-like basket.
Alex sat in the back of the car to watch over Mari after we had finally succeeded in strapping the transport container to the backseat without snapping a finger, and to be honest, I didn’t really care about the broken fingernail, even though I needed it for my guitar.
I drove off, envying Alex, who stroked her little head and murmured things like “Oh my god I didn’t know hair could be this soft!” and “She smells so good!”
But my jealousy soon subsided when she started crying. Alex was a bit freaked out, trying to soothe her by singing a song (it didn’t really fit the occasion but it was the first thing that came into his mind as he was sitting in the backseat; it was Backseat Serenade). It seemed to work, she got a bit quieter. But she was still whimpering, and I could tell from looking in the rear-view mirror that Alex was not comfortable.
Mari had to wait until we were home, where we discovered the reason why she was unhappy: her diapers were to be changed again. Alex did it while I prepared her first bottle of milk in her new home.
Soon, we were all lying in the big king-sized bed, Mari between us, each of us one cat on our bellies, Danny, our dog to our feet. We fell asleep shortly after.
Notes
AWW ARE YOU ALL HAPPY? c:Idk I feel like this is coming to an end.... But I have fantastic ideas for a sequel! :3
-Laura
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4/18/14