The small, short question shook Luke to the core. The day he dreaded for weeks on end, was indeed here. Blinking back tears that started to well up in his eyes, he looked down at his small daughter, barely over three. She was an almost exact replica of you, sans her eyes, which were carbon copies of his own blue ones. And in her small eyes, he swore he saw what looked to be concern. Because you hadn’t been home in weeks, and no matter how many times he told her that you would be home soon, she never seemed to really believe it. And it broke his heart every time he had to see her little face fall after being told that no, mommy wouldn’t be home soon. But now, hearing her ask where mommy was, instead of when she was coming home, almost made Luke think that she realized you weren’t coming back. “Well, sweetheart, mommy is, mommy’s somewhere safe, right now. And she’s not going to be back for a very very long time, but you have to remember that mommy loves you very much, and so do I.” His voice cracked heavily at the end, tears betraying him, falling down his face. The little girl raised her arms up, signaling that she wanted to be picked up, something that Luke did swiftly, holding the only thing he had left of you tightly to him. “Don’t cry daddy, if mommy loves me, then she ust love you too, right. I know I do, I love you daddy.” And that’s all it took, those simple words, for Luke to break down right there. Because you weren’t coming back anytime soon. Because you left him all alone with this little precious little girl, asking where her mommy was.
“Dad?” the his son asked again. At six years old, the boy was a total mommy’s boy, and hated to be away from you side for more than an hour. “I told you, she had to head up to London for that big conference, she will be home in a few days.” Ashton told him, shaking his head. In his mind, he’d always pictured having a little boy, and having that little boy be a daddy’s boy, never a mommy’s boy. And you’d always laugh at him when he grumbled under his breath about it, before pecking him on the lips and promising that the next one would grow up to love him. But for now, he so did not get his way. His son practically hated him. “But, what am I gunna do all day without mommy. I can’t wait till she comes home. Dad, when is mommy coming home?” Ashton sighed. “Look, you’re stuck with me for the entire weekend. I know I’m not your favorite parent, but until your mom walks through that door Monday morning, it’s you and me bud.” His son just looked up at him with big eyes, not saying a word. “Well, what are we going to eat if mommy’s not here to cook.” He asked. “I’ll cook.” Ash answered, internally groaning, knowing that this was what he had to look forward to all weekend. “Well, can you make mac and cheese because mommy makes the best mac and cheese in the world, so I’m sure yours won’t be as good as her but mac and cheese if the bestest thing in the world, so yours will be okay. And then later you have to-” And so started Ashton’s longest weekend ever.
Michael’s youngest son asks, and a silence falls I’m the room. Michael’s older daughter, at fourteen, understood exactly what happened, yet even she was at a loss as to how to answer such a simple question. Michael racked his brain, trying to come up with a way to get out of answering it right now. Maybe in a week he would be able to talk about it, but today? Never, it was too soon. He just, the images of you, your body lying so lifelessly, and he wasn’t able to do anything, it wrecked him, and just couldn’t deal with it right now. And his daughter seemed to sense her fathers distress. Walking past him, she rested her hand on his shoulder, before smiling, as if saying she understood, which she did completely, hell, she just lost her mom, Michael wasn’t the only one affected by it. He lost his wife, his best friend, his lover, but they had lost their mom, the one person besides him who was supposed to be there for them through thick and thin. Moving on to pick up her brother. “Come on bud, why don’t we go up to your room. We can play with those new block you have, how bout that, huh? Sound good?” She asked, carrying him to the stairs before Michael lost sight oh them. And that’s when he broke, and he cried, not only because he lost you, but because of how much he saw you in your daughter.
His small son asks during the middle of the movie that the two of them had been watching. “Not sure, maybe she’s with grandma today.” Cal shrugged. He and you hadn’t been together, you two were just a casual fling for awhile, which led to one drunken night that still foggy, and nine months later, you popped out a little one. Now, five years later, you two have split custody of him, and this weekend was Calum’s. “I think she still really likes you.” His son replied, causing Calum confusion. “Who, grandma?” “No, mommy, she was telling auntie the others day, like a whole ton about how big and strong you are. Does that mean you’re a superhero, cause that would be so cool to have a superhero for a daddy! And you could save the day, and then mommy would fall in love with you and then I wouldn’t have to move all the time.” His son explained, his small speech pulling on Calum’s heart strings. He really never thought about how the arrangement you and he had made was affecting your son. But now, it seemed to be taking a toll on him. “But I thought you liked having two different houses? You told me that you thought it was cool cause all your friends only have one?” Cal question, clearly remembering the conversation they had had just last month about the subject. “Well yeah, I mean it is cool, but I just wish you and mommy weren’t just friends.”