Spank Me

Walking into the girls’ room, I pick Katy up, and Jackson picks up Isabella. We carry them downstairs to the party, where everyone is waiting.

It has been a nice day. They opened their presents, and ate cakes, yes, plural, because they apparently had to have their own cakes. Why, I have no idea, because one was big enough for them both, yet, no matter how well today is going, I keep catching glimpses of Jackson, hurt and in pain, trying to hide it.

What though, I don’t know. Catching him briefly, I stop him, trying to find out.

“What’s wrong? I can see it, Jackson. You’re hiding something.” My words are soft. I have a feeling I know what it is, and I know there is no way to fix that sort of pain.

“I am fine, just let’s enjoy today.” He goes to walk past me, and I move in front of him, knowing if he wants to, he could just pick me up and move me.

“No lies, no secrets.” I look at him, waiting.

“Things like this just remind me of Tallulah, the fact she never got her first birthday,