5 August 2012
"Daddy?" The blonde little girl whimpered, shaking her father gently.
Shawn wiped his eyes, as they slowly adjusted to his newly awake state."Hey, baby girl." He said in a scratchy voice, pulling her towards him.
"My head hurts." Buffy spoke, cuddling into his side.
Shawn's brow creased."You want some medicine?"
She nodded against his chest.
Shawn was 20 years old. He was, in fact, a father at the age of 15. It was surprising when he found out the love of his life, Joyce, had been pregnant. She was the same age as him at the time. Their parents had been furious at first, but soon came to terms.
7 months later, their beautiful baby girl was born. Buffy Anne Spencer. She had big green eyes, and a tuft of blonde hair upon her small head. She was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. Sadly, Joyce's body was too small, and she died giving birth, leaving Shawn to take care of Buffy by himself.
And there they were. She was now five years old, and just as pretty as she had been before.
"Daddy. It hurts lots." Buffy complained, holding her stuffed pig, Mr.Gordo as close as possible to her.
Shawn grew worried, grabbing the baby Ibuprofen, and pouring some in a small cup."Here, sweetie, drink this."
She obeyed to her fathers wishes, and gulped the contents of the small cup. She gave him the cup, and he set it off to the side, while she got comfortable next to him.
"When did you're head start hurting?" He asked.
She pondered for a second, before responding,"I was thinking 'bout bunches of weird stuff. And it hurt my head." She whimpered.
Shawn knew what was happening. She was a psychic.
Just like him.
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