Pass It On Chapter 8

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Pass In On
Chapter 8 (The last bit)

At the top of the stairs, Momma stopped and looked up at her handsome
prince. “I’ve told you all about the kids’ day, but you still haven’t told me about yours.”

Dad shrugged his shoulders. “Not really much to tell. You know the moving business ... pack this ... move that ... break something and blame it on the helper. Just the usual ... nothing special.”

Momma heard the words, but there was sparkle in her love’s eyes which meant there was more to the story.

Dad started down the stairs, but Momma gently took his arm and stopped him. “So are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?”

Dad played it wide eyed innocent. “What?”

That look never got the kids far and Dad wasn’t getting any mileage either.

Momma released his arm and then stepped down in front of him. She folded her arms and looked up. “Okay ... so what was it? Did you drop a piano out the window? Jack knife the moving van? I know ... you had to move a strip club ... girls ... poles and all.”

Dad couldn’t keep a straight face or a secret. “None of the above ... but if you really wanna know ...”

The “hanging on every word” look on Momma’s face told him she did.

“Well actually ... I had a pretty good day, but I don’t think your friend John did.”

John was nobody’s friend. He was the grandson of the owner and the acting manager ... although he didn’t really act much like one. He was a college educated idiot ... lazy ... dishonest ... whiney and as worthless in the office as he was on a job. There were a lot of things you could call this waste of space but perhaps Destiny said it best the day Dad brought his little monkey to work. After half a day of listening to him piss, moan and complain, she went up to him, motioned him down to her level and then said, “John ... you’re a dick.”

Dad simply smiled proudly and said, “Now that’s my girl.”

Momma tried hard to suppress a smile. “You really should leave that man alone ... but ...”

The smile peeked out. “I know you didn’t ... so c’mon ... tell me what you did this time.

Dad threw up his hands and pleaded innocent. “Babe ... I didn’t do anything. I was as nice as I could be from the first moment I saw him today. Why as soon as he walked in ... I smiled ... I waved and then I said, “Good morning Princess ... and for some reason he didn’t like that.”

Momma giggled. “Princess” was Dad’s personal term of endearment for the prima donna prep and John didn’t much care for the crown that fit him so well.

“Then a little later we were doing some moving and he decided to give us hand by carrying a lampshade ... so me ... just being concerned for his safety and his manicure told him, ‘Be careful there Princess ... I’d hate to see you break a nail.’ And for some reason he didn’t like that.”

Momma covered her mouth ... trying not to laugh and wake the kids, but it was getting harder to hold back as Dad continued to pour it on.

“So we get back to the shop and a customer comes in wanting to speak to the boss, so I went back to his office and there he was ... feet up on the desk and sound to sleep as usual. I very politely woke him by saying. “Excuse me Princess ... I hate to disturb your beauty sleep, but there’s a customer here’. Do you know ... he didn’t seem to much like that either?”

Even Dad was having trouble playing it straight now as laughter was trying to spill out.

“But you know me ... I’m always genuinely concerned about his welfare ... so after lunch when he came out to the van bitching to us about taking too long to eat ... I said, “What’s wrong Princess? Are you riding the cotton camel today?’ And do you know ... for some reason he REALLY didn’t like that!”

Momma was able to say, “Sounds to me like the Princess must have been sitting on his crown instead of wearing it”, before they both gave in to laughter.

After a good laugh at the Princess’ expense the pair headed slowly down the stairs. When they reached the landing, Dad turned the tables on Momma.

“So ... I’ve heard about the kids’ day and I’ve told you about mine. How about your day? Busy?”

Momma shrugged her shoulders and then started the rundown. “No not really ... I just played chauffeur, cook, maid, laundress, doctor, referee, gardener, seamstress, psychiatrist, veterinarian, mechanic, and fireman ... please don’t ask about that last one ... you REALLY don’t want to know.”

Dad shook his head. He should have known better than to ask a stupid question.

“So no dear ... I wasn’t busy.” Momma couldn’t resist pouring it on just a little thicker. “In fact ... I’m thinking about doing volunteer work because of all the free time I have.”

Dad chuckled. “You know ... you can be a real smart ass sometimes.”

Momma snuggled up next to her love. “Yeah ... but you know you like it.”

Dad’s hand found Momma’s again. “True ... true ... that I do.”

The pair descended the last of the steps, made a short stop at the wood stove to be sure the fire was set for the night and then headed toward the front door to lock up for the night.

Garfield the rust coloured cat was there waiting for them. No doubt he had a rendezvous or two with a few of the lucky lady kitties in the neighbourhood. Momma opened the door and let him out. She watched as headed across the porch and down the steps.

“Please don’t bring me back any mice ... I’ve stepped on enough of them already.”

Momma and Dad stepped out on to the porch, watching the ginger cat until it disappeared through the hedge.

Momma shivered a bit in the cool night air and Dad instinctively wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled up close and looked out on the quiet and kid free sidewalk. It seemed so strange not to see Paris and Larry sitting on the porch or Michael bouncing a basketball on the walk or Destiny and Katie riding bicycles back and forth. It was almost too quiet. It was then Momma noticed something on the porch steps sparkle in the moonlight. Pulling Dad along with her, she went to investigate.

She knelt down to get a closer look and found it was a coin that had caught her eye. She picked it up and turned it over in her palm.

“What you got there babe ... a lucky penny?”

Momma shook her head as she examined it closer. “Can’t really tell ... it’s too dirty and scratched up. It’s probably just a slug or something.”

Momma closed the coin in her hand. “I’ll look at it tomorrow.”

Dad nodded and then looked up and down the quiet street, his eyes finally settling on the house and Marty, the old busy body across from them who set up surveillance cameras to watch their house. A sly smile turned at his lips as he turned to his love.

“Hey ... you want to give Marty-cam some good footage ... something that might curl the old broad's hair?"

Momma smiled and was in, even before she knew what he had planned.

“Sure ... what?”

Dad put his arms round her and then turned her so they were in plain sight of the camera. His eyes met hers and he said with a smile. “Oh my Goddess ... will you make me immoral with a kiss?”

Momma giggled. “My God ... I think you mean immortal ... you’re already immoral.”

When the kiss finally broke, Dad reached into his pocket and pulled out the newly found coin. Much to Momma's surprise he chucked it from their porch to Marty's.

"Here ... I'd say she needs a lucky coin more than we do."

Momma chucked and laid her head on his shoulder.

Dad looked at his beloved longingly. “I know it’s a few minutes early, but Happy Mother’s Day babe”, Then their lips met in an encore kiss and life imitated art as they had become a real life version of the God and Goddess that had graced the cover of the game in Michael’s room.

And like the game ... they had chosen wisely and everyone was a winner.

The End

Writer’s note: Story was originally written by Katie and Destiny as a Mother’s Day gift for Destiny’s Mom. Just so you know ... the two red headed monkeys are still running together and causing mischief. Hugs to you all and should you find a magic coin, wish wisely and pass it on.

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Pass It On Chapter 8

I think that a few wishes are needed to help a certain "Princess".

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Amen to that

This princess could definitely use one good wish and I'm sure you and so many of my friends could too. Hang on to your faith ... sometimes it's all we have to hold onto until the magic comes.

I read this entire story in one sitting

And just had to say well done, Maggie. Kindness, love, and a wish or two, who could ask for more?

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