Mahone Family Ficlet
Title: Call Him, AGAIN!
Author: Pamala
Characters: Pam and Cameron Mahone
Category - Plus sized drabble or lean ficlet
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: Alex promised his little boy he could call him anytime!
Authors notes: Inspired by my own moody son! I have a feeling
Cam -- the apple doesn't fall far from the tree -- will make it very hard
for Pam when he begins to figure out his father has gone missing.
" I want to talk to my dad! "
His sitting there watching me, glaring at me, poking the few Cheerios left in his bowl under with the end of his spoon so forcefully I can't help but smirk to myself knowing there is no way I'll ever forget Alex when I have to face off with a smaller --their look and temperament so very much alike -- version of him over the breakfast table every morning.
" I'm sorry, Cameron! I know you want to talk to your dad. I just don't know where he is right now, Sweetie. "
" Call him! "
He's angry.
So angry and so afraid -- fear flickers in those tiny blue eyes ... fear for his father because of me, I know its my fault, because he's too young to understand he should be worried without seeing it written all over my face -- that droplets of warm milk splatter my face as he slams the spoon down to the table in frustration.
" He promised me I could call him anytime. He said he'd always be there when I called! "
" I tried, Cam... I've called but he's not answering right now. "
His eyes flooding with tears -- fighting tooth and nail to keep them in because even at six ... with little or no exposure to his dad for years ... he already hides his pain just like his dad -- he yells at me, his tiny voice cracking with emotion as he does.
" Call him AGAIN! "
The phone rings only twice -- voice mail filled to overflowing by me days ago -- before his clipped professional * I'm not available message* kicks in for the forty or fiftieth time since I started calling a little over a week ago leaving me shaking my head no softly hoping my little boy will accept that answer a while longer because I have no idea how to go about telling him his father may never call him again.
Author: Pamala
Characters: Pam and Cameron Mahone
Category - Plus sized drabble or lean ficlet
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: Alex promised his little boy he could call him anytime!
Authors notes: Inspired by my own moody son! I have a feeling
Cam -- the apple doesn't fall far from the tree -- will make it very hard
for Pam when he begins to figure out his father has gone missing.
" I want to talk to my dad! "
His sitting there watching me, glaring at me, poking the few Cheerios left in his bowl under with the end of his spoon so forcefully I can't help but smirk to myself knowing there is no way I'll ever forget Alex when I have to face off with a smaller --their look and temperament so very much alike -- version of him over the breakfast table every morning.
" I'm sorry, Cameron! I know you want to talk to your dad. I just don't know where he is right now, Sweetie. "
" Call him! "
He's angry.
So angry and so afraid -- fear flickers in those tiny blue eyes ... fear for his father because of me, I know its my fault, because he's too young to understand he should be worried without seeing it written all over my face -- that droplets of warm milk splatter my face as he slams the spoon down to the table in frustration.
" He promised me I could call him anytime. He said he'd always be there when I called! "
" I tried, Cam... I've called but he's not answering right now. "
His eyes flooding with tears -- fighting tooth and nail to keep them in because even at six ... with little or no exposure to his dad for years ... he already hides his pain just like his dad -- he yells at me, his tiny voice cracking with emotion as he does.
" Call him AGAIN! "
The phone rings only twice -- voice mail filled to overflowing by me days ago -- before his clipped professional * I'm not available message* kicks in for the forty or fiftieth time since I started calling a little over a week ago leaving me shaking my head no softly hoping my little boy will accept that answer a while longer because I have no idea how to go about telling him his father may never call him again.