Quesoftheday: Do you have any preferable everyday wardrobe or you like to switch your style regularly?

I wake up in the morning with two small hands put around my waist, something heavy on me. I tilt my head up and see Fiona on me, sleeping with her mouth wide open as her teeth pecks their way with her heavy breathing. I stroke my fingers in her light brown long strands which makes her to change her side, still over me. I smile when her soft snores start to feel the room again.

One single message notification vibrating the whole bed, makes me to grab my phone hastily beside the pillow, failing not to wake Fiona up at the same time. She looks at me with her bottom lip rolled, her sleepy eyes slightly heavy with fear.

“Sssssshhhh………….mommy is here. It's just the phone.” I press her head against my chest and sit up on the bed, holding her against me firmly.

“Bubbah thought mummah left Bubbah for office.” She tells slowly blinking her eyes, her lips in a small O.

“No, it’s Sunday!” I pinch her cheeks softly and she giggles her sleep away, jumping twice excitedly on my lap.

It’s been a few days I’ve been working with Artista and to be honest, I never want to leave this job even if I get another which would pay me higher. The environment and supporting workers around me is a place one can only dream of, not really expect from a job.

And then there’s Shawn and Zayn. Sometimes I don’t even feel like Zayn is my superior commander. He’s always so courteous and tender around everyone. I remember him helping me with my works the night I was getting late for going home. Amd Shawn, I haven’t seen a person so down to earth like him before. I was really surprised to know hearing that he’s dating Zayn’s sister and he’s planning to ask her out once she’s ready. He thinks slow and steady, doesn’t only win the race, also wins a heart.

“Can we go to buy balloons today then mummah?” She sticks up her hands in front of me, her eyes sparkling brightly as her smile.

“We’d go to the theme park today and eat a lot of candies and balloons!” I say excitedly and she jumps on the bed this time, throwing her small hands in the air.

I stand up on the bed and join her until Oren enters the room with her hands on her hips. She rises up her eyebrow and gives me a what the hell look. I give a toothy smile knowing that it’d bring a smile over her annoyed morning face.

A smile mostly begets another smile, so just smile to keep others smiling. Maybe yours is fake but theirs would be true. Isn’t it a reason to make your day that you're the reason of someone's smile?

“Good morning Oren.” Fiona smiles widely looking at her and she smiles back, shrugging her shoulders.

At least she smiles back at Fiona now. I hope the coldness between these two shrinkages soon. It’s been years and Oren still hasn’t accepted Fiona. I have, how can’t I accept a living blessing from the creator itself?

“So what are your plans for today? Going to club with Liam and Bebe?” She asks plainly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“No today is a girly time. I’m going to spend some time with my bubbah and I'd ask you and Bebe if she wants to join.” I smile pulling Fiona by my side and she nods, hugging her big bear with one hand.

“Well have fun.” She chuckles before standing up.

“Join us.” I stop her when she is at the doorstep, making her turn around with a tired smile.

“Thanks for asking Reen. I'd love to but I have some plans today with my colleagues. You guys carry on.” She nods after kissing my temple and then walks out of the room.

“We wear matchy matchy dress as always, right mummah?” I turn around at Fiona who’s holding two similar but different size outfits with her hands and I nod, smiling.

Only one reason to smile is enough even if the whole world is stabbing knives on you.

//

“Are you sure it was Derick?” Bebe asks sipping into her pineapple juice.

“Do you think I’d ever be able to forget his face even if I forget how I look like?” I roll my eyes tilting down my head, tucking up my untied hairs in frustration.

I take a look at Fiona who’s literally drowned in those coloured plastic balls right now. She waves her tiny hands at me as I smile. I gesture her to put on her headband and she does so, blowing me a kiss afterwards. I look at the sweet little creature when she gets busy with the other children then.

I only desired God to eliminate the hazes from my dusky sky but he has put on a permanent rainbow along with it. The rainbow which made my whole life clear like a light blue morning sky, Fiona. I wake up and her smile is the first thing I see, it energizes me for the whole day. When I come back home after a day full of odds, her smile motivates me to step into another day.

The day when two days old Fiona held my index finger in her tiny grip, I started believing that someone will be beside me from today. Maybe she’d only breathe heavily with her lips in O and stare at me with her big eyes, but that was enough for me to glue myself up, to tell myself that at least I’ve an existence to keep mine.

“Hey,” Bebe’s voice makes me to look up at her. “You’re the strongest girl anyone can even think becoming of okay? And you’ve Oren, me, Liam beside you. All you need is a cup of coffee now, sweet and fizzing.”

I giggle closing my eyes when my best friend squeezes my hand, pushing the cup of espresso towards me. I blow her a kiss and calm my tensed throat with a warm sip of it.

“So who are you planning to date? Louis, Zayn or Shawn? Or you wanna play sleep, marry or date? Or maybe a threesome..........”

"Alright stop right there woman on loose!" I choke in my coffee hearing her, pressing the folded tissue against my lips. I look at her confusingly and she just shrugs her shoulders as if she just asked me typical question like how many days are there in a week.

“Or you’re waiting Harry to ask you for a second date?” She wiggles her eyebrows putting a stupid smirk on her face, leaning forward.

“Lady Bebe Rexha!” I frown looking around before leaning forward her. “I’m not planning to date any of them, specially Louis! Never in a million years! And for your kind information Shawn is dating Zayn’s sister!”

“Okey then Shawn cancelled.” She draws a cross in the air and pouts. “So Louis, Zayn or Harry, which direction you wanna go beautiful?”

“No direction!” I smile sarcastically, putting on a serious expression the next moment and stand up from the table.

“I’m going to pay the bills. You go and wait outside with Fiona near the Ferris wheel.” I tell Rexha as she stands up after me and I make my way towards the cash counter.

//

“So we’re up for the club next weekend right?” Bebe asks me for the thousand times and I nod.

Squeezing me into a tight hug she gets out of the car, walking straight to her home. I wave my hands when she takes a moment to turn around and smile at me. I stretch my tired knees in my sitting position which is aching probably after passing the theme park with Fiona and Bebe today. I turn around to look at Fiona before I start to drive for home again.

I put on my jacket on a sleeping Fiona who has managed to make a little space for herself in the middle of chocolate boxes on the backseat. Her small frame is safe behind the seatbelt and she’s sleeping pressing her left cheek against the back of her left palm.

A satisfied smile leaves my lips and I shake my head before I start to drive again. I use Google to find me a nearby petrol station or else I’d end up searching for one tomorrow morning in my rush hour. I stop when the green sign of the petrol station reaches my view.

I get down of the car realizing my car is the first in the queue and there’s only one behind me. My heartbeat rises for a few second watching the black range rover parked in front of me. I immediately shake off my thoughts of it being Louis’ car. Of course he’s not the only one in this green planet who drives this.

I take my steps towards the driving seat but a cold shiver runs down my spine noticing a particular figure leaning against the car behind me. The stupid smirk on his face grows and he chuckles lightly before standing straight on his position. The navy blue cardigan is tight on his toned chest and his brown hair parted in the middle, revealing his two wide wolf eyes.

I intend to open the car’s door but his strong grip around my wrists manages to stop me from doing so. I find my nostrils flaring when his warm nicotine mixed gross breath touches my warm cheeks. He presses me against the door of my car, his one hand tightly pressed against my wrists mercilessly behind me and the other travels down my arm when I make a move to shove him away and fail.

“How much I’ve missed you baby girl.” I close my eyes and try to knee him but he places his knees between my legs.

“Leave me Derick.” I whisper yell through my gritting teeth.

If I’m not yelling over his face, it’s only because of Fiona. Derick meeting Fiona would be the last thing I would expect.

“You don’t want me to leave baby I know.” He leans closer taking my full face in his one hand, pressing his thumb and index finger against my clenched jaw.

An unwanted whimper in disgust leaves my lips when he brushes his nose against my cheek. My whole body covers with goosebumps when he looks at me with evil intensity, chuckling lightly.

“I told you, I can still make you sound like you’re mine only.” He tells against the skin of my neck.

I take the chance of our minimum distance and dig my teeth on his neck as deep as possible until he’s forced to scream and pull away from me. He falls down on his knees while keeping his palm pressed on the side of his neck and I feel pretty proud of my human fangs for the first time. I press the back of my palm against my lips and then shove myself inside the car immediately.

Wasting no time, I put the key into the ignition and make my way towards the highway. I gag sticking up my tongue looking at the mirror hanging in front of me before looking at Fiona through the mirror who’s still sleeping in her previous position.

I succeed to stop the nervous tear which is struggling to stream down from the heavy corner of my eyes. We try to fade memories we want to forget but it hurts more when it comes back again like a fork stabbing on healing wound.