Finding Jaime

Chapter 104

"I can only imagine how you're feeling, honey," she said. I shrugged.

"Linda called an hour ago with details for Ethan's funeral. It's going to be on Tuesday at Roselawn Funeral Home. Do you want me, Dad or both of us to take you?"

I shrugged.

"I don't know," I said. "Whatever you guys want."

Mom looked at me with sympathy in her eyes.

"You know, it's okay to be sad. It's alright if you want to cry. And it's okay to be angry. But please do Dad and I a favour, okay? Come talk to us. Don't bottle this up. Okay?"

I nodded.

"I'm making breakfast. Come have something to eat," she said.

"I'm not hungry," I said.

"I know, but you need to eat. I'm making pancakes and chocolate chips," she smiled at me. I smiled back, a little.

"I'll give you a few minutes to get up and then you come on down, okay?"

I shrugged again. Mom left my room and I stayed laying in bed, staring at my ceiling. I sighed. I didn't want to get up, but I did have to pee, so I dragged myself out of bed, into my washroom and, pulling a t-shirt on over my lounge pants, I went downstairs.

"Jaime!" Marvel said as soon as she saw me, and came running up to me, launching herself into my arms. "Mama said you had a sad. So I asked her to make Pam cakes with choko chips!"

I hugged my little sister.

"Thanks, Mar," I smiled at her.

She hugged me back. I tossed her over my shoulder and went into the kitchen.

"Has anyone seen Marvel?" I asked. Bronx was setting the table, Mom was making pancakes and Dad was pouring coffee. Saint was in the living room.

"Marvel?" Dad said. "No. I don't think I have. Who's Marvel?"

"Daddy!" She squealed and giggled from her upside down position over my shoulder.

"Hmm. Marvel?" Mom said. "That name doesn't ring a bell."

"Mama!" Marvel laughed.

"Bronx? You seen Marvel?"

"Um," he said, and shot a look over at Dad. "No. I haven't."

He smirked.

"Well, I guess all these Pam cakes are for me then," I said.  "Yum!"

"Jaime! I want pamcakes and chokochips! I'm right here!" Marvel giggled.

"Dad? Do you hear that?" I asked.

"I think I heard something squeaky," Dad said coming up to me and taking Marvel off my shoulder while tickling her sides. She screeched in full laughter.

"Oh!" Dad said. "There she is!"

Dad put her in her booster seat and kissed her head while Mom came over to me, gave me a side hug and pushed me gently towards the table. I sat down between Marvel and Bronx.

"Saint! Breakfast. Take a break from saving the universe!" Dad called out.  Saint came in a few seconds later and sat down. He looked at me and gave me a sort of half smile.