The Story Of Us

Chapter 2

I got home after a long day, putting my keys on the hook next to the door. When I walk in I am greeted by James my three year old and my sister, Aria. She walks to me with a sad smile, her brown eyes watching me, I sigh, I'm quite over everyone's pitty.

"How was your day?" She asks. I smile down at my son and pick him up, hugging him to me.

"My day was good, I saw Ms Carrie." Aria gives me a sly smirk as she runs a hand through her dirty blond hair.

"Isn't she the one you had a crush on?" I blush and poke my tongue out at her. She just chuckles in return.

"Mummy, is it story time?" I look at my gorgeous boy, his curly brown hair and light brown skin in my arms. His big green hopeful eyes look at me. I smile and kiss his cheek.

"Of course, did auntie Aria give you dinner yet?" I ask him sweetly. He nods with a toothy grin on his face. I smile and walk him in the direction of his room.

"When is Tyler and mummy coming home?" He asks me for the millionth time.

Every morning and every night for the last few months he's been asking me and every time, the pain in my chest worsens. He's too young to understand the concept of death. I've tried to tell him that mummy has gone to heaven and that Tyler is with the doctors but he just doesn't seem to quite get the concept that heaven isn't a place people come back from.

"Mummy's in heaven baby and Tyler will be home soon." I say softly as I put him on his bed and help him change into his pyjamas before getting him tucking him into bed.

"What story would you like to hear tonight?" I ask him. He snuggles closer in my arms and points to his favourite book, the little mermaid.

"Again? Okay." I say with a little chuckle.

After finishing the story, James was fast asleep. I walk back out to see Aria had made me a coffee I smile thankfully and take it in my hand.

"How's he doing while I'm at work?" I ask. She smiles and puts down her mug.

"He's been good. We've just been going through the alphabet and counting numbers. He also has started to write his name. He's quite a little genius.

I smile and sip my coffee, if only Ellis was here to witness all of this. I sigh, thinking about her. Her gorgeous light brown skin, her curly hair so much like James and her green eyes, the light freckles that run along her nose and cheek. The way her smile was contagious.

Ellis is the biological mother of James and I am the biological mother of Tyler. Both of them were born a week apart. Tyler has my olive skin and freckles, grey eyes and light brown hair.

"I'm glad he's doing so well." I say softly. There was silence between us two.

"How is Tyler doing?" She asks, finally breaking the silence.

"So far so good, I am going to see him tomorrow afternoon." I say with pain laced in my words.

My son, and my wife, they were in a car accident, on the way home from the shops when a drunk drive driving a six wheeler mini truck side swiped them, my wife dying and my son in a coma. This was three months ago and my son is yet to wake up from his coma but they say that the brain activity is still there so he should wake up without any major brain damage. At most, memory loss of what happened.