We were robbed. Again.
Luckily, we have Cerberus to keep our home and our family safe. Well, physically at least.
“Mommy? Do I have to go back to bed again?” Violet had her favorite stuffed lamb with her as she sat in a corner of the living room, unnoticed. Her eyes screamed that she was terrified. But it was 3am on a school day, too.
“No, honey. You can stay up. I’ll join you.”
Violet and I sat up and watched Disney movies for the rest of the night.
I figured we all needed some comfort food that morning so I made some French Toast since it is everyone’s favorite.
“Mommy? Do I have to go to school today?”
“Yes, sweetheart you do. Don’t worry though, your dad and I are going to talk about this issue.”
We finally managed to get Violet off to school and Lucian and I were able to get ready for work. I was off to the clinic and he was off to the hospital.
I was so grateful that Cerberus was our dog last night. He saved us again but he was getting older and I’m just not sure how much time we have left him.
“Lucian, we have to talk about this.”
“About what, Babe?”
“About what?! We’ve been robbed twice and we’ve only lived in Plum Grove for few months!”
“Well, we’re highly respected doctors, Dani, which means we’re well paid. People know that. We’re a target.” He was so nonchalant about it that I nearly slapped him and I’m not a violent person. “We’ve got Cerberus. We’ll be fine.”
“We’ve been lucky is what we’ve been! And clearly we aren’t fine, Lucian. Violet is terrified. I won’t raise my daughter here.”
“Our daughter, Dani.”
“This is a fight you will lose, Lucian. Don’t bother trying.”
He sighed. “Look, let’s just get Violet off to camp and we’ll go to France and then we can come up with a plan. In one week we’ll be on our way and we can rest and come at this clear-headed.”
I reluctantly agreed.
I finally found myself with a day off. I had plans to run last minute errands before we left town but the weather was terrible. It was one of the worst storms I’ve seen in Plum Grove.
I stared outside and pondered what I should do instead. Ugh. Laundry.
I grabbed our suitcases out of storage and hauled all our dirty laundry to the basement. I was on load number four when I heard Lucian come home.
“Babe? Hey, Babe!? Where are you?”
“Down here! Basement! Laundry.”
“Oh my God. Did you really bring home a puppy?!”
“You mentioned that Cerberus wasn’t getting any younger so I thought now was the perfect time! Her name is Pepper. She’s a sheepdog.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me! The perfect time, Lucian?! We’re leaving for France in THREE DAYS. We don’t have time for a puppy now!”
“It’s fine. She’ll be all grown up when we get back. At least let Cerberus decide since he’ll be in charge of her!”
Again, I reluctantly agreed.
“Aw, see! He likes her already!”
“Well good for him.” I was beyond pissed nonetheless.
Cerberus and I plopped down on the couch to watch TV. Little Pepper joined us. She was much too small to jump up on the couch and I wasn’t about to make friends.
“Look, Lucian. I want to move.”
“Danielle, we just got the clinic up and running. It’s going so well!”
“I’ll sell my share to Peter. I want out of this town when we get back.”
“Damn it, Dani. Please, we need to think about this. We literally just got here.”
“I can’t raise Vi here. We can’t, Lucian.”
“Fuck. Just, let’s think about it ok? Promise me we will think about this on our trip?”
I looked down at Pepper who was staring at us intently.
My goodness she’s a cute one.
It did not take long for her to win me over. Lucian would have to try harder. He’s cute but not puppy cute.
Lucian was on-call that night and he was called in of course.
So I made Philly Cheesesteaks so Vi and I could pig out.
“Mom? Are we gonna be ok tonight? Without Dad, I mean?
“Yes, your dad and I have been talking about what to do long term but we don’t have any answers yet. Maybe after we all get home though. Okay?”
“Yeah. I guess so.” She sounded so down. She and I were moving. If Lucian doesn’t come with us so be it.
“Oh! I learned a new thing at Scouts today! Here! Let me make dessert!” She jumped up from the table and ran to her little oven. She grabbed all kinds of things from the fridge. I was a little scared.
“Ok! Here!” She thrust a tiny pie at me.
“Uh, what is it?”
“Cherry pie. Just eat it, okay!”
“Holy crap! Vi, this is delicious! You’re cooking from now on!”
“Oh! And I learned a song, too! Can I use your guitar?”
My daughter serenaded me while I fixed our broken dishwasher. Life is pretty good regardless.