𝖩𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝟥𝟣𝗌𝗍 𝟣𝟫𝟨𝟩
EM CROUCHED DOWN and picked up the letter signed to herself, for once.
She went back to the living room, where Jules was sitting playing with his toys.
She sat down and opened the envelope.
Hey hun, i assume everything is going well. I can't be arsed hearing your voice so instead of calling you i'm writing to you. I've fallen ill, breast cancer, it's too late to do anything.
I just wanted to say a few things. I'm sorry, i'm sorry for not trying, i should've because your a good kid. I hope you know i'm proud of you, just because i'm not there doesn't mean i don't care, i do care a lot.
I should've known better, i put you through hell and i'm sorry, i understand if you can't forgive me but i'm sorry, truly.
From your Mom, Anya.
25/01/67
Her heart stopped, she looked up and stared forward, her breath got caught in her throat.
She could feel her eyes begin to water, she didn't know why her mother treated her like shit.
But even after everything she did, Em still had a tiny bit of hope her mother would come back and be there.
That never seemed to happen, and now her mother could be gone within the next week or maybe she already was.
She felt completely numb, she folded the letter up and placed it back into the envelope.
She stared down, it felt odd hearing from her mother after a few years.
She didn't even know if she was still staying in Hamburg, maybe she was in London, Em doubted that though.
Emmy had never felt the way she felt before, her stomach churned and she had that feeling.
Quickly, she stood up and ran to the downstairs bathroom.
She crouched down in front of the toilet and emptied her stomach, after she wiped the corner of her mouth and closed her eyes.
She leaned against the cabinet, a tear finally rolled down her cheek.
She so badly wanted to hate her mother for what she did, but she just couldn't at that point.
After she poured herself a glass of water, she went back to the living room and sat back down.
Hauntingly, she stared at the envelope, it honestly gave her the chills.
She reached for it and opens it once again, after she read it again she looked into the envelope.
There was a few pictures of her mother and her when she was around three, and the tiny ID bracelet, that said:
name: Clementine Darling
sex: female
date: 11/06/44
Her face fell into her hands, she cried harder then she intended too.
Just then, the front door could be heard opening, "Em?" it was John.
He could hear the soft cries from the living room, his brows furrowed.
He went through and saw his wife sat there crying, "Em? What's wrong?"
John rushed over and sat beside her, she passed him a letter.
He read it and gasped, "oh god, Em." he put her arms tightly around her.
...
EM LAID IN BED, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She sniffled and looked at Maple as she stared at her.
"i wish i could be a cat." the blonde muttered.
Behind her, John chuckled, "and why is that?"
"just seems so easy." she replied groggily.
He smiled and kissed her head, "it does, doesn't it?"
She made a noise in reply, she then sat up beside John.
"do you love me?" she asked randomly, "of course i do." he told her.
"ok good. You better never leave." she said, "i'd never do that to you, Em." he kissed her lips.
"did Jules get to sleep ok?" she asked, "yep, he's completely out."
"how about me and you go downstairs and watch The Monkees?" he suggested, a small smiled crept onto her face and she nodded.
"i was watching it last night," she said, "so was i, and i could only think about you." he smiled.
She blush and giggled, she watched as he got of the bed, "are you coming?"
He looked as she pouted, he walked over to her and pulled her over his shoulder.
Em laughed and hit his back playfully, "Jesus John!"
"shhh! You don't want to wake Jules up!" John laughed.
She giggled quietly as he took her down the stairs to the living room.
He placed her onto the couch, he walked out and around two minutes later he appeared with a bowl of popcorn.
She smiled, "where did they come from?"
"got them on the way home, i wanted to spend tonight with you." he kissed the top of her head.
This was the John she loved more than anything, he was just himself, chilled, funny, kind John.
He turned the television on and found the tv show, he put her arm around her should and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"i love you so much, my love." he muttered, "i love you too." she smiled, she leaned up and kissed the top of his nose.
Maple had ran downstairs and joined them on the couch, she sat down on Ems lap.
Em smiled and ran her hand over the cats soft fur, Maple purred and her eyes gently closed.
"it's starting." John whispered into her ear, taking her gaze of the cat.
She looked up at the television and watched.
After twenty minutes or so, John looked over at Em who was fast asleep on his shoulder.
He smiled, he turned the television off and switch the lamp off.
He pulled her tighter to him and he closed his eyes and soon enough sleep took over.
...
EMMYS EYES fluttered opened, she laid on the couch by herself, but she could hear John in the kitchen.
Her back slightly aching from the way she was positioned for the last seven or so hours.
She yawned and rubbed her eyes tiredly, she stood up and slowly walked through to the kitchen.
"morning." she said quietly, "good morning, love." he smiled, kissing her cheek.
"sleep alright?" he questioned, "a bit uncomfortable, but it wasn't bad." she replied.
Maple rubbed herself against Ems legs and purred loudly, casually letting out loud meows.
The blonde bent down and picked up the little cat, who leaned up and rubbed it face against her cheek.
Emmy giggled, Jules sat quietly on his chair eating his apple sauce, "he seems to love that now." John said.
"tell me about it," Em chuckled, remembering the first time he tried it and he had a fit.
"mama." Jules said, "hi baby." she smiled kissing the top of his head, Maple still in her arms.
Th cat seemed quite the thing, sitting in her arms, "kitty." the little boy said.
"uh huh, it's Maple." Em said, sitting down beside him.
Jules reached over and patted the cat, the blonde smiled at her son.
John passed her a mug of coffee, "thank you." she said.
"your welcome." he replied, kissing the top of her head.
"i've got the day off today, all the others are meeting at Ritchie' if you want to come?" he asked.
"oh yeah, sure." Em nodded happily.
"Jules can come along, since Zak will be there." He said.
"when are we leaving?" Em asked, "around twelve."
"i need to take a shower, could you take Jules?" she asked.
"yeah, of course." John said.
She walked upstairs to the bathroom, she stripped and hopped into the shower.
Suddenly, she felt presence behind her, she smiled and turned around.
"where's Jules?"
"he's out there."
"what do you just left him?!" Em exclaimed.
"he's sleeping." John reassured his wife.
"oh alright."
He connected his lips with hers, "your so beautiful, fuck."
She smiled, his hands travelled down to her ass and slapped it, she gasped.
Her head leaned against the bathroom wall as John kissed her neck.
"don't leave a mark." she told him, "too late." he said.
She chuckled and just let it go, her long legs wrapped her his waist and he put himself into her.
She moaned loudly, and tugged his hair, he groaned and continued to kiss her neck.
He kissed down her chest and took one of her nipples into his mouth, her eyes rolled back and she moaned.
"oh John!" she cried.
He thrusted into her hard, she bit her lip as she felt herself getting closer.
"i'm going to cum!" he announced, "same, Johnny."
She orgasmed hard and so did he, he pulled out and she unwrapped her legs from around him.
It took her a moment to catch her breath, on the other hand, John stood behind her and poured shampoo onto his hands.
He massaged his hands through her hair, she leaned back and smiled dreamingly.
She washed it out and they both washed their bodies.
Em planted a kiss on his lips and stepped out the shower, she grabbed a towel of the shelf and wrapped it around herself.
She turned and smiled at John and strutted off.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, she dried her body and chose her outfit for that day.
It consisted off white flared slacks, a pink frilly paisley blouse that had bell sleeves, a short white jacket, a large pink floppy hat and crème ankle boots.
She blow dried her hair and left it the way it was after she brushed it and, as always she did her usual makeup.
She packed her white drawstring shoulder bag, that only would carry lip stick, a pack of cigarettes a lighter, some powder and a compact mirror.
"are you ready to go love?" John shouted from downstairs.
"yes!" she called out, quickly spraying some perfume and putting in her white flower earrings.
The family got in the pink car and started their drive to the Starkeys residence.
...