Elizabeth

Daddy’s Little Girl: Part VII….An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Elizabeth mumbled, staring down at the bag of gumdrops in her lap that told him everything that he needed to know.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Jason said, sounding bored as he absently shifted Mikey over his shoulder.

“Good,” his baby girl said after a slight hesitation.

“Since I’m no longer needed here, I’d really like to go join the others for that lovely stroll around the baseball fields,” Mikey said, making his lips twitch as he stood up and extended his hand towards his baby girl.

“Let’s go,” he said, wiggling his fingers… Read More

Daddy’s Little Girl Part IV: An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“Let go.”

“I’d rather die!” Elizabeth bit out vehemently as her grip tightened around the edge of the bathroom counter.

Thankful that she was ticklish like her mother, Jason simply shifted his hand so that his fingertips were near the side of his little girl’s stomach and-

“Oh, my God, no!” Elizabeth gasped around a bout of laughter as she released her hold on the counter so that she could stop his tickling assault.

Once she was free, he simply picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Ignoring her sputtered demands that he put her down so that she could live… Read More

Old School Part I

“Try to go on without me,” Noah whispered weakly from where he lay sprawled out across the freshly polished kitchen floor.

“Okay,” Shaun, his twin brother and the reason that he was forced to do this, said with a shrug as he shoved another piece of bread in his mouth before reaching over and helping himself to Noah’s bowl of oatmeal.

Biting back a curse that would have Mrs. Buckman threatening to grab a switch, Noah shifted his gaze to his mother, careful to look pitiful as he did only to find her standing there, pinching the bridge of her nose… Read More