Four Months Later

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Sav

It's June, everything has been going great. Rick is getting better, he keeps meeting with engineers to help with a new drum kit. Molson and I are doing great being back together. May and Molson are adjusting to life in London which is different than Canada to say the least.

I forgot how much Molson loves hockey until she got a call in the early morning hours, saying that Montreal got put out of the Stanley Cup finals. Molson and May were infuriated. They love that sport, with every bit of them. Must be a Canadian thing, it's their country's pastime.

Steve's drinking is really starting to worry everyone. He's drank like a fish for as long as I've known him but with the reality check of Rick's accident, we're realizing how much damage it could do. Hopefully, he'll slow down when Rick gets out of the hospital. I don't want him to drink himself into the ground or anything.

Molson is still driving, I'm not sure how. After her parents death and Rick, I wouldn't be driving in that situation. I'd be scared out of my bloody mind. Then again, Molson has kinda greeted fear like an old friend. The things that scare her she's determined to beat. With her nightmares, she straightens up and stops crying. With driving, she just does it.  There's not many people like her.

It's the earlier morning, the sun hasn't even risen yet. Molson is asleep beside me, I just watch her. When she's sleeping, it's the only time is isn't worrying about Rick. He's getting better and she knows that but it's that sibling type bond they've had since they were small. Molson will be worried until the day he gets up on stage, then and only then she'll believe everything is okay.

That's about the time I hear something that scares me more than when Molson wakes up screaming (which I didn't think was possible), May waking up screaming. May has gotten Molson's curse of seeing these horrible things in her dreams.

I get up and walk down the hall to her room, I open the door to see she sitting up in bed crying. I turn on the light and sit on her bed. May crawls into my lap and I hold onto her while she cries. Much like her mom, her crying is always short lived (it's gotta be that stiff upper lip thing or something). My daughter looks up at me and I kiss her forehead.

"What was it this time, Angel?" I wonder and she points to the closet.

"The monster and the hospital monster." She tells me.

I know the monster in her closet, I guess that's a normal childhood thing and he had that in Canada to. The hospital monster is new though.

"What's the hospital monster, love?" I ask.

"Their bodies are boxes and their arms hook up to Uncle Rick and hurt him." May explains.

"Sweetie, those aren't monsters. They're machines that help Uncle Rick, they don't hurt him." I explain.

"Are you sure?" May questions and I hear her mom.

"Yes, I promise." I assure her. "As for the closet monster, what do we say about him?" I smile and she giggles.

"He's scared of mommy and daddy." May laughs and I smile again.

"You got it, now he won't hurt you. Besides, I wouldn't want to get your mum mad." I tell her and she laughs again.

"Daddy? Do you want to practice Mores Code again?" May asks me.

When May wakes up in the middle of the night, I've been getting her to show me the letters. I want to be able to surprise Molson with it. She'll pull out her cheat sheet and we'd sit up for another twenty minutes tapping through the letters.

"Alright but you can't tell your mum we're up doing this." I tell her like I do every other time.

"I know daddy, it's a secret." May nods.

We tap letters for about half an hour, I feel like I have most of it memorized. The reason I want to it and the reason why I've been practicing for the last few months is, I want to ask her to marry me in Morse Code. I think it's a good idea and I think I'm ready enough to do it. Just I have to work on putting the words together.

May looks about ready to fall back asleep. I tuck her back into bed, kiss her forehead, and stay with her until she falls asleep.

I grab a piece of lined paper from May's desk and her translator paper and write down the code for 'will you marry me'.

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Now just to memorize it.

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