“Daddy,” the girl started, “I had a bad day.”
Lying in bed playing guitar, the boy looked up at his female counterpart. She
had tear streaks from makeup running down her face. She was sniffling and her
eyes were red and puffy. She had obviously been crying.
“Hey, are you alright, baby?” He sat his guitar down and started to get up as she started to move towards him, reaching out for his stability. He stood. He reached his arms out. She stepped into his space and they were together.
In his embrace, she collapsed emotionally. She wrapped her arms around
his body, clutching at the back of his shirt. Sob after sob, her cries were
muffled by his chest.
He rubbed her back slowly with one hand, pet her head with the other. He was
never quite sure what to do in these moments, he never wanted to make things
worse. However, her sobs were becoming less and less violent, her body
shaking less than it was before.
He leaned his head to rest on hers.
“Baby, what can I do for you?”
Pulling her head out from the soft, warm space that was his chest, she looked
up to face the person comforting her.
“Just stay here with me, please?”
Her breathing was still erratic as she spoke, causing him to smile.
“Of course, Mayvah, of course.”
And they stood, together.