She was born in ‘88, and it wasn’t the new century yet. “I know I didn’t miss two of your birthdays.” He mutters, but mentally starts doing the math, because no, she was ten. “I’m in sixth.” She corrects, keeping her eyes on her lap, where her fingers are twisting in the material of her shorts. He hadn’t asked her about school yesterday, too focused on making sure she was okay. “You’re in the fourth grade, right?” He double checks. “How’s school?” He asks, as he turns onto the main road. She just has you! And turns out she doesn’t even have that.” “And your daughter doesn’t? She doesn’t have a mom or grandparents. And I promised that I’d be there for them if anything happened. “It’s just Carole and Rooster, they don’t have Goose anymore. Not wanting to know how long exactly a while is. I always go over there after work, I didn’t think.” “She doesn’t go to Carole’s anymore after school, hasn’t for a while.
“That’s an excuse to leave your ten-year-old? She was making herself dinner when I got here. Maverick’s mouth drops and he struggles for words but finally manages to say something. A ten-year-old who was home all alone all fucking day! It’s after ten and you’re just getting home! You don’t see a problem with that?”
“You’re fucking with me? You have a ten-year-old, Pete. “As far as I’m aware no.”ĭisbelief fills him and he shakes his head. The sight makes Maverick stop in his tracks. “Carole is survived by her son Bradley Bradshaw, parents: Susan and Harry Hyra, sisters: Dana and Annie, and brother Andrew,” you read aloud.Īnother hour goes by before the front door opens and Maverick walks in and while he smiles upon seeing Ice, Ice just glares. You hope you and your soulmate look like that some day.
They looked too perfect together not to be. A picture of Carole and Nick on their wedding day was on the obituary webpage. Important enough to have his dog tags and care if they lost them. If Nick wasn’t your soulmate that was okay. You shake your head as if to get the thoughts out. The one who was excited to get your shoe. You became fond of the imaginary Nick Bradshaw you made up in your head. You knew there was a chance Nick wasn’t your soulmate but for the smallest amount of time his name became familiar to you. Proceeded in death by husband, LTJG Nick Bradshaw. The first thing that pops up is an obituary for a “Carole Bradshaw”. Maybe a different route will work better.
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