In My Daughter’s Eyes - Ardea & Leo
Ardea grabbed her head and squeezed her bright glowing eyes shut. She let out a small breath, a cloud of smoke steamed it’s way from her nostrils. Breathe. Breathe. Maybe she’ll stop crying. That wasn’t happening. I will not freak out. I will not freak out. “I WILL NOT FREAK OUT!” A hand clasped around her open mouth. It was her own. Evangeline’s cries became louder and more frantic. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” The red head quickly got up and made her way towards the makeshift “crib” of blankets in the other chair.
The doll was a doll. Ardea knew it was a doll. Leo knew it was a doll. Everyone knew it was a doll. But god damn was it so life-like. It had the very essence of a baby. It even felt like smooth baby skin and when you made the thing smile, the eyes lit up with happiness like any other person. Not to mention the whole stuff coming out of the other end of it was very life-like. Ardea reached down and picked up the small being. She cradled it in her arms, smiling down at it. At… Evangeline. The infant closed it’s moth and nudged into her shoulder as she gently hummed the tune to I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz.
A knock at the door brought Ardea out of her little world. She had been staring at the sleeping baby and continuing to rock from foot to foot humming. The girl cautiously stepped towards the door, not trying to wake up the child. Quietly she unlocked and opened the door. She personally felt bad for whoever was behind it. Ardea looked like a mess. Strands of hair poked out of her ponytail and she didn’t even get to put makeup on all day. She had small purplish bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. The only thing she had managed to do today was get dressed, but her attire consisted of jeans and a New England Patriots football jersey so she wouldn’t have called that an accomplishment. “Oh… hi.” her face brightened up at seeing who was behind the door.