Marissa was sitting on Abigail’s bed clutching her child to her chest. Rafael was discussing her medication with the doctor.
"She is still too weak, Mr. Sinclair," The doctor’s tone was serious but gentle, "Increase some protein in her diet. If we opt for surgery, she will need lots of strength and iron will. The good thing is she has already got plenty of willpower," The doctor gave an affectionate ruffle to Abi’s hair as he spoke.
"Hey, little monkey! Now, no more jumping. Ok?" he warned the child with an easygoing grin.
They were discharging Abi with a list of instructions.
"I know," Abi said in a small voice, "Ariel got spooked when she saw blood. I felt pain in here," she placed her small hand on her chest.
Marissa kissed her head and leaned her cheek against it.
The doctor kept talking to Abi, keeping her distracted when a nurse went closer to take the cannula out of her hand.
"There won’t be any pain, Abigail. Trust me. You just need to be very brave," the doctor leaned down to Abi’s eye level, "Come back to me when you are strong enough. And I promise you. We’ll make your heart, brand new," he snapped his fingers, "just like that."
Abi couldn’t even smile, "Will it hurt?"
"Ah!" The doctor looked up at the ceiling, "Not at all! I promise!" he then pinched her nose bridge, "Only if you hate Micky Mouse."
Abigail giggled at that and pleaded with Rafael, "Can I have sprinkles, Daddy? Please?"
Rafael took her from Marissa’s lap and kissed her cheek, "Anything, chipmunk!"
***
"Do you think she would be able to attend the event, Rafael?" Marissa asked him worriedly. They both were sitting in the back seats, with Rafael holding Abi on his lap.
Rafael held his wife’s hand and kissed it, "You just heard the doctor, Marissa. Our daughter already has willpower. Our kids need to be there for hardly an hour, after that they will be back home with Emily. While you’ll stay with me throughout the event. I’m not expecting them to mingle with the guests."
And that reminded Marissa of something else, "By the way... are you aware that our kids’ birthday is on the same day..." her eyes narrowed into thin slits.
Rafael knew that look. She was in her mama bear mode.
"Yeah. I know," he said with a frown, "Why?"
"Don’t you want to celebrate it with them?" Rafael gave her a look that said Are you kidding me?
"That event will be the celebration, love," he was brushing his knuckles along her cheekbones when something unexpected happened.
Abi saw what he was doing to her mom and held his wrist, trying to pull it away from Marissa’s cheek.
They both stared at their daughter in disbelief before they cracked up.
Marissa couldn’t believe it. That was what she had usually seen toddlers doing when they saw their parents getting close to each other.
That’s because they never had their father!
The same familiar voice that used to exist inside her head, spoke to her, these kids could never tell you that. But they needed a father figure. If they are doing something unexpected then it’s natural. For once, it is OK to be a baby and get spoiled by your parents.
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