Making my dad proud
A few nights ago, I had a very bad dream. I dreamed of coming home after work, but my Prince and Ivy weren’t there. I asked our children if they saw them and they said they did. They came home after work, kissed them, packed their things, and left for good. I couldn’t believe it. I asked my mom if it is true and she said it is. I started to cry very heavily. The worst thing was that everyone in my dream took it as something normal. Nobody was sad or upset about it. I saw myself running out of the house crying aloud and calling their names. No answer. I ran on empty streets; no living creature, no sound. As far as I was away from the house, it was colder and darker until I lost my strength and fall to the ground. I couldn’t cry anymore, just whisper “Prince”, “Ivy” “Come back to me”. As I was whispering their names laying on the ground in the dark and cold, I heard my Prince’s voice: “Princess, honey, wake up.” I opened my eyes and I saw his beautiful face upon mine. He gently kissed me and said:
- You’ve been dreaming something bad, honey…
I wrapped my arms around his neck and I blasted in a heavy cry. My Ivy get in the bed from my side and she also hugged me and kissed me trying to comfort me. I do not know how long I cried and how many times I said: “Please, don’t leave me. I’ll die without you” but I know it took me a pretty while before I calmed down. My Prince took me to the living room and placed me in my Ivy’s lap. Then he went to the kitchen and made me chamomile tea. Then he sat next to me and I told them about my dream. My Ivy smiled, slapped my butt, grabbed me for my jaw, looked at my eyes, and said:
- Listen to me, you skinny ass! It will NEVER happen! Do you hear me?! NEVER! You may dream the worse scenarios about Prince and me leaving you, but it will still be only fucking stupid dream, nothing else. OK?
She deeply kissed me and said she loves me. Then my Prince gently told me almost whispering to my ear:
- Princess, Ivy is right! Nothing and nobody will ever make us leave you. Even yourself. Our hearts burn as one just as our tattoos show. We love you and will never stop loving you.
His words made me cry again. But this time it was a happy cry. I wrapped my hands around them and showered their faces with kisses. Then we started to make love. We completely forgot about children who, thank heavens, slept without waking. I was comforted. Later on, during our family morning coffee I told my family about my dream and everyone said that was just a bad, empty, and meaningless dream that has nothing to do with reality since it is obvious how much the three of us love each other. They were soooo cute, everyone hugged me, kissed me, and said that I worry too much about nothing. Even Malicija. I am glad it is true. Thanks to my luvs’ and family’s support, I wasn’t burdened as I used to be before when I dreamed something like this. My Prince and Ivy love me “no matter what” as I like to say.
Now, something good. Namely, my mom called my Prince saying my dad needs some help in buying some lumber for building some arbors, benches, and some things that will make our beach and parking lot much nicer. Actually, she wanted him and my dad to bond more. My Prince checked his obligations and seeing he isn’t needed anymore; he went home with my Ivy who appointed her substitute before she left. When they arrived home, my dad said he needs no help, but he let my Prince join him. My Ivy told me what happened. There was a small incident that made my dad very proud of my Prince. Namely, coming to the specialized store for construction and building, he asked my Prince to go and find some tools and spare parts for him while he picks the boards and similar. Sometimes later, my luvs heard my dad arguing with someone. They ran to them and they saw a big young man telling my dad to move his stroller back for he wants to pass. (The corridor was very narrow and only one stroller could pass at one time because there was a stuck of boards at side, waiting to be placed on their place). My dad didn’t want to move his stroller saying to the man that he is younger and he should move his stroller. The man started to yell at my dad, swear and call him names. My Prince approached him and told him to stop insulting and swearing at my dad. When the young man stopped yelling and swearing, he offered his help in moving his stroller. But the man was stubborn and didn’t want to move it and he didn’t want my Prince to move it either. Then my Prince asked my dad to let him move away his stroller, but my dad was also stubborn and didn’t let him do it saying: “He is younger, he should show some respect here.” Then he returned to the young man and asked him one more time. When the man rejected his proposal, my Prince choose to remove the young man’s stroller. When he put his hands on the young man’s stroller, he tried to hit my Prince, who ducked and punched him in the stomach. One punch was enough to end the fight. My Prince moved his stroller and returned it to the same spot when my dad passed. Of course, you have to understand that my Prince will defend my dad even if he was wrong because my dad is a family and he never goes against the family. He will defend my dad, but he will confront him later. My dad appreciated that. He treated my luvs with a cold beer. Seeing the young man loading his merchandise in the van, my Prince went to help him. He accepted his help and my Prince treated him with a beer. The young man was glad and when they were introduced to each other, he apologized to my dad saying he was right. All went well. My mom told me later that my dad couldn’t stop praising my Prince to her, mom Zdenka and dad Boss, constantly saying:
- You should see his punch, folks! The youngster swung, but my son was faster, he ducked and “baaamm” right in the stomach. Ahhh, what a punch. The one you can see only in the movies. He made me very proud.
My mom was very glad to hear my dad say that for he wasn't proud of him for good fighting skills, but for defending my dad. My Ivy and were very proud too.
Edited by Evaloves4
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