Hold Me Closer
Sweet Child O'Mine
Gerard’s Pov:
“Taya will you please give me your foot so I can put your shoe on?” I asked slowly losing my patience. We have been playing this “game” for the past 15 minutes and I was growing irritated. She kept moving her foot, moving it around and each time almost hitting me in the face. She glared at me but eventually gave me her foot with a huff and I was able to put her shoe on. Once I was finished, she jumped off the couch and grabbed her coat, stomping her way towards the front door. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. She was such a brat sometimes, very fucking stubborn and I knew for a fact she didn’t get it front me, I think her father passed that gene over to her. It was a pain in the ass to deal with at times.
“Daddy!” She screamed from the door way and I groaned, shaking my head. I told her to relax as I grabbed my phone, keys and wallet from the coffee table and then followed my impatient daughter out of the house, making sure she didn’t fall while she slowly stepped down each wooden step. I buckled her into the car seat and handed her the Sippy cup and her Barbie before getting into the car and starting it up. It took about 5 minutes to get to the park and once I let Taya out, she took off running towards the sand box, falling flat on her face a couple times but just got right back up and continued on running. I let out a small chuckle and sat down on the bench that was about a foot away, keeping a close eye on the small toddler. She was only 3 years old, but she honestly acted older, like with her attitude, she acted like a fucking teenager. Just the way she was now, I was a little scared how she would be when she is a teenager. That’s not for many years and I was thankful for that….
While Taya played in the sandbox, I got lost in my thoughts and I couldn’t help but to think about her father. Where was he? Was he dead? Did he still live in Jersey? I knew what he looked like, that was one of the only things I remembered of that night, and so if I were to see him on the street or in the store, I would recognize him. I could already picture his face in my mind, most of the snap shots I had were of his pleasure face, the way his mouth was shaped in the perfect “o” as he took my virginity, but one picture in my head was when I first saw him, he was leaning against the kitchen counter at the dude’s house where the party was at and he was watching everybody with his gorgeous hazel eyes. He had a lip piercing, gauges and brownish hair, the back of it spiked. He was sexy and I never understood how a guy like him wanted to fuck a pudgy nerdy kid like me, well was.
“Daddy! Come play wif meeee!” Taya yelled, breaking me out of my thoughts. I smiled and walked over to the sandbox, sitting down next to her. She handed me a mini plastic kids shovel and started digging, singing to herself, it was fucking adorable. She couldn’t pronounce most of the words, but she did pretty well. She asked me if we could build a sand castle and I agreed. We began making the sand castle, laughing when we looked at our finished product, it was crooked and funny looking. I guessed our artistic hands couldn’t work with sand… It was fun though and I was glad Taya was having a good time, it always made my heart swell seeing her smile and hear her giggle, and it was like music to my ears.
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After a few hours of playing in the sandbox, on the playground and running around, Taya finally wore herself out and fell asleep as soon as I buckled her into the car seat. When we got home, I carefully took her out of the car seat and went inside, laying her down in her bed and taking off her coat and shoes. She moved a little in her sleep, clinging onto the brown teddy bear Mikey had given her and her eyes opened slightly. “Daddy?” She mumbled groggily, instantly making me feel bad for waking her up. I shushed her and brushed her hair back, slowly lulling her back to sleep. I kissed her forehead and quietly crept out of the room, leaving the door open just a crack. She hated it when I closed the door all the way, it scared her and there has been multiple times where I would have to get up in the middle of the night and scare the “monsters” away. It came with the parenting package and I couldn’t complain, I rather be scaring away the monsters and cleaning up messes then living in my parent’s basement like a hermit, drawing away in my own fantasy world. I’m content with the way life was now. I had a really good paying job, I worked at an Art Gallery, selling not only my own art, but others as well, and I had a beautiful daughter. Life was pretty great, it wasn’t exactly what I had planned for myself, I wanted to be in a band, selling my art on the side, but like I said, I couldn’t complain, God gave me a precious gift, and I wouldn’t trade my life for anything in the world.
I walked to my bedroom and grabbed some clean clothes then padded to the bathroom where I stripped out of my dirty clothes and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up. I looked at myself in the full length mirror and let out a small sigh, running my fingers over the large scar that was located below my belly button. That was the only down fall about having Taya, I had this ugly scar and stretch marks to match it, I didn’t expect my stomach to look perfect but I didn’t think it would be this bad. I should have listened to my mom and used cocoa butter when I was pregnant; supposedly it helped with the stretch marks. Oh well, nothing I could do about it now. I stepped into the shower, sighing happily when the warm droplets pelted my back, my muscles relaxing immediately.
I finished my shower quickly and dressed in my usual flannel pajama bottoms then walked down to the living room to watch some T.V while Taya took her nap. Half way through the movie I was watching, my phone went off and I flipped it open to see Mikey’s name flash across the screen. I paused the movie and answered. “Hello?”
“Hey bro, Alicia wants to have dinner tomorrow night instead, that okay?” I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, tomorrow I had to return back to work and usually after a long day of dealing with snobby customers, I just wanted to go home and relax but I already did tell him I would go over there for dinner. “Yeah sure that’s fine. Is Alicia still going to watch Taya tomorrow while I'm at work?” Mikey told me she was and I told him I would see him tomorrow then hung up. I put the phone back on the coffee table and lied down on my side, pulling the thick A Nightmare before Christmas blanket that was draped over the couch over me and pushed play on the movie again. Before the movie was even finished, I fell asleep, not even realizing how tired I really was.
“Taya will you please give me your foot so I can put your shoe on?” I asked slowly losing my patience. We have been playing this “game” for the past 15 minutes and I was growing irritated. She kept moving her foot, moving it around and each time almost hitting me in the face. She glared at me but eventually gave me her foot with a huff and I was able to put her shoe on. Once I was finished, she jumped off the couch and grabbed her coat, stomping her way towards the front door. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. She was such a brat sometimes, very fucking stubborn and I knew for a fact she didn’t get it front me, I think her father passed that gene over to her. It was a pain in the ass to deal with at times.
“Daddy!” She screamed from the door way and I groaned, shaking my head. I told her to relax as I grabbed my phone, keys and wallet from the coffee table and then followed my impatient daughter out of the house, making sure she didn’t fall while she slowly stepped down each wooden step. I buckled her into the car seat and handed her the Sippy cup and her Barbie before getting into the car and starting it up. It took about 5 minutes to get to the park and once I let Taya out, she took off running towards the sand box, falling flat on her face a couple times but just got right back up and continued on running. I let out a small chuckle and sat down on the bench that was about a foot away, keeping a close eye on the small toddler. She was only 3 years old, but she honestly acted older, like with her attitude, she acted like a fucking teenager. Just the way she was now, I was a little scared how she would be when she is a teenager. That’s not for many years and I was thankful for that….
While Taya played in the sandbox, I got lost in my thoughts and I couldn’t help but to think about her father. Where was he? Was he dead? Did he still live in Jersey? I knew what he looked like, that was one of the only things I remembered of that night, and so if I were to see him on the street or in the store, I would recognize him. I could already picture his face in my mind, most of the snap shots I had were of his pleasure face, the way his mouth was shaped in the perfect “o” as he took my virginity, but one picture in my head was when I first saw him, he was leaning against the kitchen counter at the dude’s house where the party was at and he was watching everybody with his gorgeous hazel eyes. He had a lip piercing, gauges and brownish hair, the back of it spiked. He was sexy and I never understood how a guy like him wanted to fuck a pudgy nerdy kid like me, well was.
“Daddy! Come play wif meeee!” Taya yelled, breaking me out of my thoughts. I smiled and walked over to the sandbox, sitting down next to her. She handed me a mini plastic kids shovel and started digging, singing to herself, it was fucking adorable. She couldn’t pronounce most of the words, but she did pretty well. She asked me if we could build a sand castle and I agreed. We began making the sand castle, laughing when we looked at our finished product, it was crooked and funny looking. I guessed our artistic hands couldn’t work with sand… It was fun though and I was glad Taya was having a good time, it always made my heart swell seeing her smile and hear her giggle, and it was like music to my ears.
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After a few hours of playing in the sandbox, on the playground and running around, Taya finally wore herself out and fell asleep as soon as I buckled her into the car seat. When we got home, I carefully took her out of the car seat and went inside, laying her down in her bed and taking off her coat and shoes. She moved a little in her sleep, clinging onto the brown teddy bear Mikey had given her and her eyes opened slightly. “Daddy?” She mumbled groggily, instantly making me feel bad for waking her up. I shushed her and brushed her hair back, slowly lulling her back to sleep. I kissed her forehead and quietly crept out of the room, leaving the door open just a crack. She hated it when I closed the door all the way, it scared her and there has been multiple times where I would have to get up in the middle of the night and scare the “monsters” away. It came with the parenting package and I couldn’t complain, I rather be scaring away the monsters and cleaning up messes then living in my parent’s basement like a hermit, drawing away in my own fantasy world. I’m content with the way life was now. I had a really good paying job, I worked at an Art Gallery, selling not only my own art, but others as well, and I had a beautiful daughter. Life was pretty great, it wasn’t exactly what I had planned for myself, I wanted to be in a band, selling my art on the side, but like I said, I couldn’t complain, God gave me a precious gift, and I wouldn’t trade my life for anything in the world.
I walked to my bedroom and grabbed some clean clothes then padded to the bathroom where I stripped out of my dirty clothes and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up. I looked at myself in the full length mirror and let out a small sigh, running my fingers over the large scar that was located below my belly button. That was the only down fall about having Taya, I had this ugly scar and stretch marks to match it, I didn’t expect my stomach to look perfect but I didn’t think it would be this bad. I should have listened to my mom and used cocoa butter when I was pregnant; supposedly it helped with the stretch marks. Oh well, nothing I could do about it now. I stepped into the shower, sighing happily when the warm droplets pelted my back, my muscles relaxing immediately.
I finished my shower quickly and dressed in my usual flannel pajama bottoms then walked down to the living room to watch some T.V while Taya took her nap. Half way through the movie I was watching, my phone went off and I flipped it open to see Mikey’s name flash across the screen. I paused the movie and answered. “Hello?”
“Hey bro, Alicia wants to have dinner tomorrow night instead, that okay?” I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, tomorrow I had to return back to work and usually after a long day of dealing with snobby customers, I just wanted to go home and relax but I already did tell him I would go over there for dinner. “Yeah sure that’s fine. Is Alicia still going to watch Taya tomorrow while I'm at work?” Mikey told me she was and I told him I would see him tomorrow then hung up. I put the phone back on the coffee table and lied down on my side, pulling the thick A Nightmare before Christmas blanket that was draped over the couch over me and pushed play on the movie again. Before the movie was even finished, I fell asleep, not even realizing how tired I really was.
Notes
Second chapter!I'm sorry for any fuck ups.
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1/11/15