Just an idea I started to toss around a few days ago. Spawned from a very sad but amazing story I heard from a friend.
Follows my previous stories "Dead Decisions" and "Letters to Sookie"
Please let me know what you think so far.
Charlaine Harris owns the characters.
Snoogans.
"Get out. Leave me alone." she said to me, but I knew she wouldn't really have meant that if she knew who I was.
"Oh, but we need to finish the story. Don't you want to know what happens next?" I asked.
"No. It's to sad. You're upsetting me." she replied. She was facing away from me. Scarlett could hear her from the other room, and came in to join us.
"Mom, don't you want to hear the rest of it? You love this story." she said as she sat by her mother's side. Her mother was in bed. She had a hard time getting around these days.
"No." she replied. "Where's Sam? I want to see Sam. I should be getting ready for work." And with that, she tried to get out of bed. Scarlett stopped her.
I hated that she remembered the shifter, and not me.
"Mom, you don't have to work tonight. Look, you have a visitor. See?" Scarlett said, and pointed to me.
Sookie turned to me. She stared long and hard. I was hoping that tonight was one of the good nights. One of the nights that she remembered who I was. I could see her straining, but it was no use. The light of remembrance that was starting to spark in her eyes died away. Scarlett noticed it leaving.
"Sorry Dad." she said, and got up to leave the room. I followed our daughter to the kitchen. "She hardly remembers me anymore now. Most days…" she started to say, and trailed off. Tears welling in her eyes. I embraced my child.
"Of all the things to inherit from your mother." I said, and wiped away a tear and smiled down at her. Sookie had ruined countless garments of mine over the years simply by crying. Our daughter had done the same. "Where is Pamela?" I asked.
My daughter dried her eyes. "Asleep. I tried to keep her up for you, but she was exhausted. You can try and wake her if you want."
I headed up the stairs to my granddaughters room. I opened her door slowly. She was sound asleep. I couldn't bring myself to wake my sleeping angel. I turned and began to shut the door when I heard her speak.
"Farfar?" she said. I peeked my head back in and smiled at her. She jumped out of bed and I lifted her into my arms and held her to me.
"Hello min ängel. Why are you awake so late? Små änglar borde sova." I said and kissed her nose.
"Farfar." she giggled. I loved that she called me grandfather in Swedish. I was teaching her Swedish while she was young, and could absorb a second language easier. Her grandmother only understood some phrases when she was younger, and I had started to late with her mother, so she was not much better. But my granddaughter and I would speak fluently in Swedish. Although, at her mothers request, I tried to speak English around her more often. Pamela was speaking Swedish to everyone now, not understanding that no one else in Bon Temps spoke it.
I stood there and cuddled my granddaughter to me. I hummed nothing in particular to her while I rocked her in my arms. She was soon asleep again, and I laid her back in bed, and tucked her in. I went back downstairs to rejoin my daughter.
"You want a True Blood?" she asked when I joined her in the kitchen. I shook my head that I didn't. She was washing dishes. I went to her side and helped her dry them.
"I will move back here." I said.
"Dad, it's just going to upset Mom. You know that."
"It's not right that I am away."
Scarlett let out a sigh. She stopped washing and went to sit at the table. I continued to dry plates and put them away.
"Dad…" my daughter started, and I turned to her. She was crying again. "Dad, I think we might need to put her in a home…"
"No!" I said, and smashed the dish I was drying. I instantly felt regret for it, and I could see it had managed to upset my daughter even more.
"Dad, she hardly remembers me anymore! She doesn't even know who Pammie is! She's confused and upset almost all the time. You moving back here isn't going to help that either." she said, fear and rage running through her now.
I went to her side, and had a seat at the table with her. "If I spent more time with her, if I spoke to her more about our life, it would be better."
"No Dad. You've tried that, it's not helping. You saw her tonight. And that's not even the half of it…" she started, but stopped. More tears welling in her eyes. "She's starting to get violent." my daughter practically whispered.
"Explain."
"She slapped me a few days ago. She's tried it several times, but it was the first time she actually got me. And then earlier today… she hit Pammie. I…" and with that, my daughter completely broke down. I took her hand in my cold one, and shed a tear with her.
"We could hire a nurse to come stay with her day and night I suppose. But I'm going to have to move out. I can't keep Pammie here. I love Mom, you know I do, but I don't want her hurting my daughter."
"You know she would never…" I started, but my daughter cut me off. She was one of three people on the earth who could get away with that.
"I know. But it doesn't change the fact that she did."
"I can take her to our home in Shreveport. She wouldn't want you to move from your home here in Bon Temps. Our family home."
We discussed this for a while longer. Details were decided upon, numbers were looked up, and Scarlett was going to call some places for us in the morning. My wife would be coming home to live with me. In the home we shared when we were first married.
Two nights later, I awoke to little hands twirling my long hair. "Good morning Farfar." my granddaughter said when she saw my eyes open.
"Good evening my angel." I said and kissed her cheek. "Is your Mormor here?" I asked. I liked hearing Pamela call her grandmother 'Mormor' just as much as I liked hearing her call me 'Farfar'.
"Yep. Mommy said to come get you." and she started to crawl out of bed, but I stopped her.
"Give Farfar a kiss first." I said, and pointed to my cheek. She obeyed, and I hugged her to me, then carried her out of my bed, and out to the living room.
"Hey Dad." my daughter said when we walked in. She reached out her hands to take Pamela, but Pamela and I were happy with our current situation. "Mom's in your office. I think everything is pretty much set up." she said, and put her hands on her hips. I noticed she looked tired. I reached out my hand, and she came to me. I embraced her.
She took me to the room that was once my office, but had now been converted into a bedroom for my wife. I would prefer to have her with me, sharing my bed once more, but it was not possible with the care that she required.
My furniture had been moved to the garage, and now the room contained my wife's bed from the home she was raised in, along with the rest of her furniture. I wanted her to feel comfortable. I had the office painted and decorated just as her room was back in Bon Temps.
My wife was asleep in her bed. I longed to join her. But the last time I was able to do that was months ago. She had forgotten who I was, and thus, having a stranger in her bed was upsetting.
I looked to our daughter. She was her mothers daughter. She shared her blonde hair and body structure. Sometimes it pained me to look at her. It made me long for the days when my wife was well.
My daughter sighed. I could sense the weight being lifted from her. I also felt guilt from her. I was familiar with her feeling of guilt. I had felt it every day for the last two years.
Scarlett went over more details with the nurse, and I took my granddaughter outside to my backyard. We laid on the grass and our blonde hair mingled. I pointed out constellations to her, and told her stories behind them. She listened intently, but I could tell she was troubled.
"What's the matter lilla ängel?" I asked her.
"Mormor is not at home anymore?" she asked me.
"Mormor is going to live with Farfar like she used to. This is her home too." I said, and turned my face to her.
"Is me and mommy going to live with you?" she asked.
"No. But you may come see us whenever you want to." I said, and took her tiny hand in mine.
"Farfar." she whispered to me after a moment. I smiled at her. "Can we go up?" she asked, and pointed her free hand towards the sky. I had levitated with her once, and it quickly became her favorite thing. Just like when her mother was a child. I kissed her hand, and picked her up off the ground.
"Hold on tight." I told her, and she wrapped her tiny arms around my neck, and placed her cheek on mine. I raised off the ground about five feet, and we hovered around the backyard until her mother came to gather her.
She told me everything was settled with the nurse, and to call her should I need anything. I told her I would, and offered to have her stay the evening but she declined. I kissed my family goodnight, and returned to my former office. The nurse was there with my wife, who was now awake.
"Leave us." I said, and she gathered her bag. "You may stay in the living room if you wish. Take what you want from the kitchen." I said as she walked out the doorway.
"Hello." my wife said. She was in a good mood this evening. Our bond was still strong, but I had found that I had to cut it off from her about a year ago. The feelings were to intense and confusing for her once she started to decline mentally.
"Hello Sookie. May I come sit with you?" I asked. She smiled at me. She was just as beautiful as the day that I met her. She could still manage to set my heart on fire.
Hope you enjoyed so far. Let me know what you think of it, of the direction that I'm going.
And I just need to say that I have NEVER seen or read "The Notebook". I've heard what it's about, but not much. Any similarity (and I was told that there is some, slightly) is purely coincidental.
As I said, this was actually spawned from someone elses true life story.