Hold Me Closer
My Little Girl
:Gerard’s Pov:
“Taya Zariah Way, stop playing with your food and eat it” I scolded my daughter as she made a mess of her Macaroni and cheese. She pouted up at me and I shook my head, refusing to fall for that adorable face that always made me a push over. “Please just eat, if you don’t, no ice cream” I warned and she let out a small whine but grabbed her fork and began to eat her food, surprisingly not making a bigger mess than she already made. I sighed and pushed my now empty plate away, leaning back against the wooden chair, my hand resting against my full stomach. I watched my daughter eat her food and smiled, though she was a real pain in the ass, I loved her more than life itself and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world. At first, I wasn’t so sure about raising a kid, I was only 18 years old when I got pregnant and gave birth to her. She wasn’t planned either, I was at this high school party and I got drunk, ending up fucking some random dude who went to my school. I didn’t even know his name… I didn’t think anything of it, we, obviously, didn’t use a condom and plus I was too drunk and horny to really pay attention. Then a month later after that, I began throwing up and I was craving the weirdest kind of food ever, my mom was acting really weird too and when I finally decided to go to the hospital one day while my mom was at work, I found out I was different, I was able to have children. I freaked out, I even tried committing suicide, and my mom finally told me that she has known since I was born. I was in a dark place for the first 4 months until I finally came with terms that I was pregnant and I would be giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. I was glad I never gave Taya up, keeping her was the best decision I ever made, and she makes my life worth living, she saved my life.
“Daddy I finished” Taya said, breaking me out of my thoughts. I stood up and looked down at her empty plate, smiling and kissing her forehead. I lifted her out of the high chair and set her down, she immediately took off running towards the living room and I chuckled, picking up our plates and putting them in the sink. I heard a small crash coming from the living room and I sighed. “Taya please don’t make a mess!” I didn’t hear anything in return and I hoped I was able to clean the kitchen without any disturbance. Thankfully, I was able to get the kitchen done within 15 minutes and living into the living room, sitting down on the couch. Taya was lying on her stomach, a green crayon in her small hand as she scribbled fiercely against the white sheet of paper, she had inherited the artistic gene from me, and I was happy she did. Smiling, I leaned back against the couch and turned on the T.V, flicking through the channels until finally I saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show was on and clicked on it. Taya let out a small squeal and dropped her crayon, jumping onto my lap and cuddling against my chest. She loved this movie, every time I would be watching it, she would drop whatever she was doing at the time and watch it. I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and bring her close to me in a protective embrace, kissing her cheek gently.
When the movie was over, I gave Taya her bath and helped her get ready for bed. “Night daddy, I lub you” I grinned and kissed her forehead. “Goodnight angel, I love you too” I tucked her in with her princess comforter and turned off the light, leaving the door open just a crack just in case. I cleaned up the living room, putting away all the art supplies and toys then turned off the T.V, turned off the lamp, and went into my room. I took off my clothes and slipped on my sweat pants, climbing into bed and welcoming the warmth my covers came with. Feeling extremely exhausted from the long day, I let out a loud yawn and my eyes slipped close, immediately being pulled under into dream land.
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“Daddy! Get up!” I heard my daughter’s voice screech in my ear and I groaned, rolling over, trying to block out the loud giggles coming from the little girl who was jumping up and down on my bed. She continued to jump up and down until I finally let out a loud sigh and turned over, opening my eyes to see her standing on the bed, looking down at me with a cheesy grin painted onto her face. A soft chuckle passed through my lips and I grabbed her by the legs, her back hitting the soft cushion gently and I began to tickle her waist, her loud squeals and giggles echoed throughout the room.
“Daddy stop!” She giggled, flailing her arms and legs everywhere. I laughed and stopped tickling her, lifting her up so she was sitting on my lap since I was now sitting up. She looked up at me with her big hazel eyes and smiled a toothy grin. “Can I have breakfast pwease?” I nodded my head and set her down onto the ground, she took off and I heard some rustling down in the kitchen, I was sure she was getting up in her high chair. I sighed and slipped out of the warm fabric, hissing as my bare feet hit the cold hard wood floor.
While I was making Taya’s breakfast, The Smashing Pumpkin’s blared through the tiny speaker of
my phone and I picked it up, immediately recognizing the voice has my brother. “Hey, I was wondering if you and Taya wanted to come over for dinner this Saturday. Is that okay?” I thought for a few moments, I never had a problem going over to Mikey’s but knowing him; it was mostly because he was trying to set me up with one of his friends from his work. Every time he did that, it always ended in disaster because the guy he set me up with was a complete douche bag. I guess it wouldn’t hurt going over to his.
“Yeah sure, that’s fine. What time?” I asked running a hand through my hair. He gave me the time and we said our goodbyes. I put the phone back in my pocket and continued to make Taya and I’s breakfast. “So what do you want to do today, angel?” I turned to face my daughter and she grinned. “Park!” I chuckled and nodded my head. Park it was then.
“Taya Zariah Way, stop playing with your food and eat it” I scolded my daughter as she made a mess of her Macaroni and cheese. She pouted up at me and I shook my head, refusing to fall for that adorable face that always made me a push over. “Please just eat, if you don’t, no ice cream” I warned and she let out a small whine but grabbed her fork and began to eat her food, surprisingly not making a bigger mess than she already made. I sighed and pushed my now empty plate away, leaning back against the wooden chair, my hand resting against my full stomach. I watched my daughter eat her food and smiled, though she was a real pain in the ass, I loved her more than life itself and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world. At first, I wasn’t so sure about raising a kid, I was only 18 years old when I got pregnant and gave birth to her. She wasn’t planned either, I was at this high school party and I got drunk, ending up fucking some random dude who went to my school. I didn’t even know his name… I didn’t think anything of it, we, obviously, didn’t use a condom and plus I was too drunk and horny to really pay attention. Then a month later after that, I began throwing up and I was craving the weirdest kind of food ever, my mom was acting really weird too and when I finally decided to go to the hospital one day while my mom was at work, I found out I was different, I was able to have children. I freaked out, I even tried committing suicide, and my mom finally told me that she has known since I was born. I was in a dark place for the first 4 months until I finally came with terms that I was pregnant and I would be giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. I was glad I never gave Taya up, keeping her was the best decision I ever made, and she makes my life worth living, she saved my life.
“Daddy I finished” Taya said, breaking me out of my thoughts. I stood up and looked down at her empty plate, smiling and kissing her forehead. I lifted her out of the high chair and set her down, she immediately took off running towards the living room and I chuckled, picking up our plates and putting them in the sink. I heard a small crash coming from the living room and I sighed. “Taya please don’t make a mess!” I didn’t hear anything in return and I hoped I was able to clean the kitchen without any disturbance. Thankfully, I was able to get the kitchen done within 15 minutes and living into the living room, sitting down on the couch. Taya was lying on her stomach, a green crayon in her small hand as she scribbled fiercely against the white sheet of paper, she had inherited the artistic gene from me, and I was happy she did. Smiling, I leaned back against the couch and turned on the T.V, flicking through the channels until finally I saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show was on and clicked on it. Taya let out a small squeal and dropped her crayon, jumping onto my lap and cuddling against my chest. She loved this movie, every time I would be watching it, she would drop whatever she was doing at the time and watch it. I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and bring her close to me in a protective embrace, kissing her cheek gently.
When the movie was over, I gave Taya her bath and helped her get ready for bed. “Night daddy, I lub you” I grinned and kissed her forehead. “Goodnight angel, I love you too” I tucked her in with her princess comforter and turned off the light, leaving the door open just a crack just in case. I cleaned up the living room, putting away all the art supplies and toys then turned off the T.V, turned off the lamp, and went into my room. I took off my clothes and slipped on my sweat pants, climbing into bed and welcoming the warmth my covers came with. Feeling extremely exhausted from the long day, I let out a loud yawn and my eyes slipped close, immediately being pulled under into dream land.
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“Daddy! Get up!” I heard my daughter’s voice screech in my ear and I groaned, rolling over, trying to block out the loud giggles coming from the little girl who was jumping up and down on my bed. She continued to jump up and down until I finally let out a loud sigh and turned over, opening my eyes to see her standing on the bed, looking down at me with a cheesy grin painted onto her face. A soft chuckle passed through my lips and I grabbed her by the legs, her back hitting the soft cushion gently and I began to tickle her waist, her loud squeals and giggles echoed throughout the room.
“Daddy stop!” She giggled, flailing her arms and legs everywhere. I laughed and stopped tickling her, lifting her up so she was sitting on my lap since I was now sitting up. She looked up at me with her big hazel eyes and smiled a toothy grin. “Can I have breakfast pwease?” I nodded my head and set her down onto the ground, she took off and I heard some rustling down in the kitchen, I was sure she was getting up in her high chair. I sighed and slipped out of the warm fabric, hissing as my bare feet hit the cold hard wood floor.
While I was making Taya’s breakfast, The Smashing Pumpkin’s blared through the tiny speaker of
my phone and I picked it up, immediately recognizing the voice has my brother. “Hey, I was wondering if you and Taya wanted to come over for dinner this Saturday. Is that okay?” I thought for a few moments, I never had a problem going over to Mikey’s but knowing him; it was mostly because he was trying to set me up with one of his friends from his work. Every time he did that, it always ended in disaster because the guy he set me up with was a complete douche bag. I guess it wouldn’t hurt going over to his.
“Yeah sure, that’s fine. What time?” I asked running a hand through my hair. He gave me the time and we said our goodbyes. I put the phone back in my pocket and continued to make Taya and I’s breakfast. “So what do you want to do today, angel?” I turned to face my daughter and she grinned. “Park!” I chuckled and nodded my head. Park it was then.
Notes
Yep. This is being posted on here as well. There's only two chapters so far. Each time I update on Mibba, I will come to this site and update it on here as well.I'm sorry for any fuck ups
Please update
1/11/15