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"every time you try to forget who i am i'll be right there to remind you again." REMINDER the weeknd
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Aella had healed up pretty nicely. Her nose stopped dripping, her stomach stopped threatening to spill her insides every morning, and her pounding headache stopped.
Mike hadn't left her side in the week it took for her to get better. He was doing the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, and helping Abby with homework.
He let her rest, and he didn't ask for a single thing. He cared for her like she was the mother of his three children— though they were childless.
Aella was humming softly as she folded the clothes silently, a job she sort of missed doing. All of Abby and Mike's clothes were in their own piles, and Aella was working on hers next.
Her hand grazed the light pink hoodie she'd worn to the doctors a week ago. She didn't pay attention to how empty the pockets felt as she folded it up to start up her own pile.
Breakfast was cooked, Abby was packing up for school and Mike had left the house with a hurried kiss to Aella's cheek just a few minutes prior.
"Abby, breakfast!" Aella yells. She doesn't hear a response back as her room door pulls open and she rushing out, backpack jumping against her as she runs towards the kitchen.
