“It sounds good.” I finally said after a moment of thinking it
through. “At least it gets
me out of the unit for a while.”
“That’s what I thought; it’s not good for anyone to be cooped up for so
long.”
“Since when do
blokes like shopping though?” I asked looking
up at him from under my hair a cheeky smile on my face. Emmet seemed like the
kind of bloke that would rather put a flesh eating moth into his ear then enter
a town canter with the intention of shopping.
“I don’t, but I know a woman who does and I was hoping
it would be Ok if me met up with her and
little Mia too, after all my opinions
are truly awful when it comes to the brain of a teenage girl.” Emmet said
smiling over at me as he pulled up at a set of traffic lights.
“You remember what
happened last time I was close to your daughter.” I moaned my mood swinging to dark again as the image of my first
encounter of Emmet and Esmee‘s daughter floated
through my head.” I don’t think I should be near babies.”
“I thought you like
Kids.” Emmet said as he
pulled away from the traffic lights and up a ramp into one of the city centers
many multi story car parks.
“I do like Kids
Emmet and little Mia is a fantastic little girl but last time I was with her I
made her cry and it still haunts me now, I just know I will land up damaging
her in some way. You know as well as me that I’m not a good person Emmet; I am
bad news.” I moaned as I
tried to push the unexpected tears back to where they belonged.
“Mi for a start you
are not a bad person and second you didn’t make Mia cry honey, Esmee made her cry by taking her off of your lap
and telling her off. You where fantastic with her, I saw the way you handled
and played with her but most importantly I saw the spark in your eyes and your
whole face light up when she was sat
with you. For the first time that day I saw a part of you I had never seen
before and I loved what I saw; for the first time, I saw you alive.”
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