Is forever enough? New mer/der story by: Makeminedreamy Rated: M
*Hey girls, I'm new..well a lurker really. I've posted this other places but never here. I'm not even sure how to post things here...how to make chapters...and all that so please bare with me and help me!
The traditional Victorian style house was packed to the brim with family and friends. Disney Princess decorations spilled into every room blanketing the house in a cloud of pink. Joyful screams and giggles could be heard echoing through the large house. Parents mingled while the children played games and filled up on junk food. One little girl sat apart from the rest in a small corner underneath the staircase. Her sparkly, blue, Cinderella dress fanned out around her tiny legs.
The banner above her head read, “Happy 4th Birthday Ava!” and even though she couldn’t read yet, she knew exactly what it said. Turning so she was not facing the banner, she curled her knees to her chest. She paid no attention to the panicked calls she recognized as her mother’s. “Ava!? Ava Grace, where are you!?” Instead of replying, she began to hum rock-a-bye-baby to drown out the noise around her. Her stuffed unicorn, Casey, sat in her lap. It was a Christmas gift from her Aunt Izzie and though it was now July, she had yet to part with her favorite toy. Her mother’s calls grew more frantic as she heard footsteps along the wooden floor. They suddenly stopped in front of her and she looked up to see her mother’s face change from worried to confused. Ava hung her head as her mother kneeled down to take a seat next to her. “What are you doing here all alone honey?” Her mother asked pushing her golden bangs out of her daughter’s face. The little girl twirled the unicorn’s hair around her finger several times before replying. “I want my daddy.” Her voice was so quiet her mother had to lean in to hear her. With a loud sigh her mother picked her up and placed her on her lap. “I know you do baby. But remember how mommy and daddy help sick people at work? Well, I’m sure daddy is just doing that right now. He’ll be here soon.” She tried her best to sound optimistic and put a happy face on for her daughter, but anyone who knew her would be able to tell she wasn’t sure of herself. Ava perked up a little listening to her mother’s voice. “Daddy said the prince always comes to rescue the princess on her birthday. I’m his princess right mommy?” Her sad blue eyes gazed into her mother’s looking for an answer. “Yes. You are his princess and he loves you. He wouldn’t miss your birthday party for the world!” Her mother replied once again unable to hide the shakiness from her voice.
“Meredith! Where are you? We should cut the cake, these kids are getting restless!” Meredith stood up with Ava in her arms as Izzie’s voice echoed down the hallway. “Cake will make you feel better, I know it will!” Ava perked up as she was carried into the dining room. She was placed at the head of the table as 14 children looked on at the giant castle cake. The lights were switched off and Happy Birthday began being sung. A tiny tear slipped down Ava’s cheek as she blew out the candles and looked around the room expectantly. She scanned the room searching for the familiar head of dark brown curls. More tears spilled down her face as she looked at all the adults and only saw her uncles. Camera’s flashed in her face making her cry even more and Meredith quickly sat the video camera down on the table and leaned in to comfort her daughter. “You’re ok honey. This is the fun part!” She said, trying her best not to draw attention to the less than happy birthday girl. “I…I…” The little girl stuttered unable to make out the sentence through her sobs. She reached up for her mother as she finally was able to make out, “I wished for my daddy to come and he’s not here.” In one quick swoop, Meredith scooped up her daughter and allowed her shirt to become soaked with her daughter’s tears.
Her heart broke for her daughter, and all she wanted was to fix her little baby. “Iz, would you mind cutting the cake?” Meredith asked her friend desperate to get the attention away from the hysterical child. “Oh, No problem!” Izzie replied as she watched Meredith leave with Ava. Noticing the commotion, Alex came to stand next to Izzie as she sent a desperate look across the room to Cristina. Izzie began cutting the cake but stopped suddenly when Alex whispered, “Mcdreamy’s a dead man” into her ear. The comment was not his usual sarcastic humor, but full of anger. Izzie sighed, knowing Alex was probably right. All she could think about was the little girl who‘s birthday had been ruined. Cristina made sure her 6 year old son Tyler was occupied with his cake before following Meredith and Ava out of the dining room.
The traditional Victorian style house was packed to the brim with family and friends. Disney Princess decorations spilled into every room blanketing the house in a cloud of pink. Joyful screams and giggles could be heard echoing through the large house. Parents mingled while the children played games and filled up on junk food. One little girl sat apart from the rest in a small corner underneath the staircase. Her sparkly, blue, Cinderella dress fanned out around her tiny legs.
The banner above her head read, “Happy 4th Birthday Ava!” and even though she couldn’t read yet, she knew exactly what it said. Turning so she was not facing the banner, she curled her knees to her chest. She paid no attention to the panicked calls she recognized as her mother’s. “Ava!? Ava Grace, where are you!?” Instead of replying, she began to hum rock-a-bye-baby to drown out the noise around her. Her stuffed unicorn, Casey, sat in her lap. It was a Christmas gift from her Aunt Izzie and though it was now July, she had yet to part with her favorite toy. Her mother’s calls grew more frantic as she heard footsteps along the wooden floor. They suddenly stopped in front of her and she looked up to see her mother’s face change from worried to confused. Ava hung her head as her mother kneeled down to take a seat next to her. “What are you doing here all alone honey?” Her mother asked pushing her golden bangs out of her daughter’s face. The little girl twirled the unicorn’s hair around her finger several times before replying. “I want my daddy.” Her voice was so quiet her mother had to lean in to hear her. With a loud sigh her mother picked her up and placed her on her lap. “I know you do baby. But remember how mommy and daddy help sick people at work? Well, I’m sure daddy is just doing that right now. He’ll be here soon.” She tried her best to sound optimistic and put a happy face on for her daughter, but anyone who knew her would be able to tell she wasn’t sure of herself. Ava perked up a little listening to her mother’s voice. “Daddy said the prince always comes to rescue the princess on her birthday. I’m his princess right mommy?” Her sad blue eyes gazed into her mother’s looking for an answer. “Yes. You are his princess and he loves you. He wouldn’t miss your birthday party for the world!” Her mother replied once again unable to hide the shakiness from her voice.
“Meredith! Where are you? We should cut the cake, these kids are getting restless!” Meredith stood up with Ava in her arms as Izzie’s voice echoed down the hallway. “Cake will make you feel better, I know it will!” Ava perked up as she was carried into the dining room. She was placed at the head of the table as 14 children looked on at the giant castle cake. The lights were switched off and Happy Birthday began being sung. A tiny tear slipped down Ava’s cheek as she blew out the candles and looked around the room expectantly. She scanned the room searching for the familiar head of dark brown curls. More tears spilled down her face as she looked at all the adults and only saw her uncles. Camera’s flashed in her face making her cry even more and Meredith quickly sat the video camera down on the table and leaned in to comfort her daughter. “You’re ok honey. This is the fun part!” She said, trying her best not to draw attention to the less than happy birthday girl. “I…I…” The little girl stuttered unable to make out the sentence through her sobs. She reached up for her mother as she finally was able to make out, “I wished for my daddy to come and he’s not here.” In one quick swoop, Meredith scooped up her daughter and allowed her shirt to become soaked with her daughter’s tears.
Her heart broke for her daughter, and all she wanted was to fix her little baby. “Iz, would you mind cutting the cake?” Meredith asked her friend desperate to get the attention away from the hysterical child. “Oh, No problem!” Izzie replied as she watched Meredith leave with Ava. Noticing the commotion, Alex came to stand next to Izzie as she sent a desperate look across the room to Cristina. Izzie began cutting the cake but stopped suddenly when Alex whispered, “Mcdreamy’s a dead man” into her ear. The comment was not his usual sarcastic humor, but full of anger. Izzie sighed, knowing Alex was probably right. All she could think about was the little girl who‘s birthday had been ruined. Cristina made sure her 6 year old son Tyler was occupied with his cake before following Meredith and Ava out of the dining room.