Why Is Life So Hard, Lizzy?, chapter 15
*Few days later*
I sat on the edge of the hospital bed with Frankita, ready to take her home.
"You ready to go home my little angel?" I said.
She cooed.
In strutted my dad with a bouncin' Tre beside him. (Franky was finding a job)
"Ready to go?" My dad asked.
"Yep. Frankita is ready too dad," I replied.
I smiled up at my dad, but his eyes just grew big.
"What's wrong?"
"Liz...I'm a ...GRANDPA!!!!"
I laughed..."And you're just now figuring that out?"
"Kid, you just gave me at least 20 new grey hairs."
Tre and my dad escorted me home. On the way home I kept thinking about Franky. Wondering whether he had gotten a job or not. Although my dad and mom said they could pay for everything for me and my baby, we still wanted to feel at least a little independent.
We pulled into the driveway and got out. I took 'Kita up to my room for a nap.
"Hush little baby..." I sang to her, then layed her down.
I slouched into a chair in the kitchen where my dad was sitting, drinking a beer.
"Only 2 hours, then feeding time," I said. My dad smiled before taking a sip of beer.
"I'm glad Joey and Jakob are outta that state," He said, "I remember that because your mother was breast feeding and she couldn't have anything alcoholic to drink," he laughed on.
"Well you know what? I'm not! Gimme that beer!" I demanded, snactching the beer from him and chugging it.
"Wow," my dad mustered.
"Okay, I'm gonna go and catch some zz's before 'Kita wakes," I said before sauntering off.
"Okay. Sweet Dreams," My dad said.
Before I could get to the stairs my dad called out to me again. He looked troubled.
"Lizzy..." he called.
"Yes?"
He sighed then continued. "I want you to keep a close eye on 'Kita. If anything ever happened to her, and there was nothing you could do...even after you have done so much, I can't stand to see the look in your eyes after you've realized that she's actually gone. I've seen it once before...but I can't stand to see it again," he ended, a tear bubbling in his eyelides.
I nodded and said, "I will," then turned to go upstairs for a rest.
*Billie's P.O.V.*
I wiped away the tears after Lizzy left, then went out to the backyard with Adie, where she was trimming her flowers. I walked up behind her hunched figure and sniffled. She jumped.
"Oh, Billie, I didn't hear you com... You okay?" She questioned.
I nodded then shook my head no. No, I wasn't okay. I turned and walked back to a lounger by the pool and Adie followed, sitting in a chair beside me.
"Okay Billie, what's wrong?" She asked. I paused, then continued...
"Adie, every time I look at her, I can't help but be saddened by her. I'm feeding her a lie everyday and I just can't take it. She has a right to know!"
"Billie! We agreed the day we took her in, that we wouldn't tell her, and just live our lives as normal as possible, whatever the meaning of the word "normal" may be," She paused and per her hand on my knee, "I know that it's hard to look her in the eye and not be upset, knowing you are hiding a huge secret every day of your life! You don't think I was sad when she called me Adrienne for the longest time, but insisted on calling YOU dad? She called Tre uncle before she called me mom! I know it's hard to see past, but I have maybe finally accepted that she'll never know!" She ended, wiping away a stray tear. It was true, Adie had and still does feel it a lot worse than I do. I love Adie so much, just every day it is never a dull day.
But, now my little girl, has had a little girl of her own. Just seeing the way she holds, smiles, and talks to 'Kita, just makes me feel guiltier and guiltier. Guilty about the fact that I lost my daughter 11 years ago, and now I didn't want that little girl that I miraculously got back, 2 years later, making the same mistake of losing her precious 'Kita.
*End Billie P.O.V.*
I sat on the edge of the hospital bed with Frankita, ready to take her home.
"You ready to go home my little angel?" I said.
She cooed.
In strutted my dad with a bouncin' Tre beside him. (Franky was finding a job)
"Ready to go?" My dad asked.
"Yep. Frankita is ready too dad," I replied.
I smiled up at my dad, but his eyes just grew big.
"What's wrong?"
"Liz...I'm a ...GRANDPA!!!!"
I laughed..."And you're just now figuring that out?"
"Kid, you just gave me at least 20 new grey hairs."
Tre and my dad escorted me home. On the way home I kept thinking about Franky. Wondering whether he had gotten a job or not. Although my dad and mom said they could pay for everything for me and my baby, we still wanted to feel at least a little independent.
We pulled into the driveway and got out. I took 'Kita up to my room for a nap.
"Hush little baby..." I sang to her, then layed her down.
I slouched into a chair in the kitchen where my dad was sitting, drinking a beer.
"Only 2 hours, then feeding time," I said. My dad smiled before taking a sip of beer.
"I'm glad Joey and Jakob are outta that state," He said, "I remember that because your mother was breast feeding and she couldn't have anything alcoholic to drink," he laughed on.
"Well you know what? I'm not! Gimme that beer!" I demanded, snactching the beer from him and chugging it.
"Wow," my dad mustered.
"Okay, I'm gonna go and catch some zz's before 'Kita wakes," I said before sauntering off.
"Okay. Sweet Dreams," My dad said.
Before I could get to the stairs my dad called out to me again. He looked troubled.
"Lizzy..." he called.
"Yes?"
He sighed then continued. "I want you to keep a close eye on 'Kita. If anything ever happened to her, and there was nothing you could do...even after you have done so much, I can't stand to see the look in your eyes after you've realized that she's actually gone. I've seen it once before...but I can't stand to see it again," he ended, a tear bubbling in his eyelides.
I nodded and said, "I will," then turned to go upstairs for a rest.
*Billie's P.O.V.*
I wiped away the tears after Lizzy left, then went out to the backyard with Adie, where she was trimming her flowers. I walked up behind her hunched figure and sniffled. She jumped.
"Oh, Billie, I didn't hear you com... You okay?" She questioned.
I nodded then shook my head no. No, I wasn't okay. I turned and walked back to a lounger by the pool and Adie followed, sitting in a chair beside me.
"Okay Billie, what's wrong?" She asked. I paused, then continued...
"Adie, every time I look at her, I can't help but be saddened by her. I'm feeding her a lie everyday and I just can't take it. She has a right to know!"
"Billie! We agreed the day we took her in, that we wouldn't tell her, and just live our lives as normal as possible, whatever the meaning of the word "normal" may be," She paused and per her hand on my knee, "I know that it's hard to look her in the eye and not be upset, knowing you are hiding a huge secret every day of your life! You don't think I was sad when she called me Adrienne for the longest time, but insisted on calling YOU dad? She called Tre uncle before she called me mom! I know it's hard to see past, but I have maybe finally accepted that she'll never know!" She ended, wiping away a stray tear. It was true, Adie had and still does feel it a lot worse than I do. I love Adie so much, just every day it is never a dull day.
But, now my little girl, has had a little girl of her own. Just seeing the way she holds, smiles, and talks to 'Kita, just makes me feel guiltier and guiltier. Guilty about the fact that I lost my daughter 11 years ago, and now I didn't want that little girl that I miraculously got back, 2 years later, making the same mistake of losing her precious 'Kita.
*End Billie P.O.V.*
