Chapter 1 ~ "If I should die before I wake, it's cuz you took my breath away"
"Ugh!" I groaned, rolling over and smacking the alarm clock. Not only was I having a really bad dream, but it was also early in the morning and I'm not a morning person. I kept having this same dream over and over again. It was especially bad since I knew that it was never coming true. But I couldn't dwell on that, I had to get up and get ready for work. I showered, trying to shake away the stress of the dream. Yes, the dream was that bad. I got out of the shower and put some light make-up on, nothing fancy. My next task was making breakfast in my lofty NYC apartment. I decided to make waffles; since they are my favorite. While I had a batch in the maker, I walked into the other bedroom, which was occupied by Emma. Walking into Emma's room, all you see is pink. I stood at the doorway and watched my little girl sleep, and I was in awe. I couldn't believe that my little girl was almost two years old, 18 months to be exact. I could remember it as if it was yesterday that the nurses put her in my arms for the first time. But enough reminiscing, it was time for her to get up. I slowly walked over to her crib and started rubbing her back.
"Hey sweet pea, it's time to get up." Emma just blinked twice and was fully up; something she definitely did not get from me.
"Yea, come on let's get ready to go to work with Mommy." I said changing her diaper and putting on a new outfit.
As soon as I was done changing her, we walked back into the kitchen. The kitchen over looked the living room; this was one of the major selling points of the left. Just so I could be in the kitchen, coking or preparing a bottle while she's in the living room playing. So I put her down and she zoomed right to her box of toys and started playing,
"Good god, baby girl. Where do you get that energy from? 'Because it's certainly not from me." I asked smiling because I made her laugh, but I already knew the answer to that; she got that along with many other things from her father.
"Ma plwa" she screamed.
"After we eat, now come on and let's eat. Mommy made waffles." I said walking into the living room but she wasn't in there. "Em… where are you?" I asked. After looking in her room, the next spot to look was my room. And bingo, there she was sitting on my bed; I guess playing with some toys we keep in there.
"Whatcha doing Em?" I asked lying down next to her and playing with her hair, not seeing exactly what she was playing with.
"Plwaing," she said, finally turning around and revealing what she was playing with: a box full of things that reminded me of her father, Lucas Scott. "Plwa too Mama."
"Not right now silly girl, come on let's go eat breakfast." I said, not wanting to breakdown uncontrollably in front of her because I knew it was coming.
I put her down in her high chair and gave her some waffles and turned on the TV, something that is never on while we eat. After I saw that she was eating somewhat, I went into the living room and plopped down o the couch, watching her from the distance. I reached for the phone and dialed that familiar number that I've known for practically my whole life and waited for the person to pick up the phone. "Peyton… I need you." I said, crying my eyes out, but at the same time trying to keep it together so my sobs don't scare Emma. "I dreamt about him last night, again, and Emma found the box with all his stuff in it. I don't know what to do right now, Peyt."
AN: Hey guys, I know I haven't updated any of my stories in forever and that I shouldn't be starting another one but I am pseudo starting another one and updates for the other stories will soon happen. So I really like this story a lot, but I am having trouble on which way to make it. Let me know what you think/want to happen. I have two possible ideas in mind, but I'm not sure what to do. Maybe both? One? I don't know. Review and let me know what you think.