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AmericaxReader Nothing but memories now

“Daddy! Daddy! Look what I found in the attic!” Little Kelsey sprinted into the kitchen, a red hard covered book outstretched in her arms.

“What did you get into this time squirt?” Alfred laughed examining the book as Kelsey pushed it across the kitchen table. “Ah, this was one of our old photo albums. We had pictures in here from before you were even born, I was looking for this but I could never find it.”

“What’s in it?”

He brushed off some of the dust off the cover before opening it to the first page of photos. A smile spread across his face at the sight of you on your first date. You and Alfred stood in front of your house. You looked so adorable with the cherry red blush that had spread across your face. Alfred specifically remembered that your mother had taken this picture. Your father could be seen in the background glaring daggers at Alfred.

“These were picture when mommy and I were dating.”

He turned the next page. Here were some old love letters and song lyrics he had written for you. In front was a photo strip. A could of dork faces and laughs up until the last one. He smiled again; this was when he finally grew a pair and kissed you. Your face was
as red as a tomato, your e/c eyes open wide.

A blush crept across his face.

Your wedding photo was on the next page. The photo was sprayed in your perfume and scribbled on the back in red marker was “I will always love you Alfie.” You were so beautiful in your wedding gown. Your h/c hair tied back and curled. Bright eyes wide open with anticipation. He remembered he was at the point of tears when he saw you walk down the aisle. It was the first time he could finally call you Mrs. y/n Jones. It was also the day you announced to everyone that you were pregnant.

From vacations to your wedding photos, memories laid out in front of him. The next page held more recent memories.

“This was when you were still in your mommy’s tummy.” Kelsey looked down at the page curiosity peeked. With the date etched into the side of the photo, you were about 8 months pregnant. Above that photo was a piece of paper with some names scribbled onto it. The one thing you and Alfred could never decide on was what to name Kelsey. Alfred preferred the name Maria, but you like Kelsey. You both eventually decide on a name one night and Kelsey
Maria Jones was born the next day.

He remembered the next picture; you had just gotten home from the hospital. You were completely exhausted from waking up at 4 in the morning with contractions, 16 hours of labored followed. You were passed out on the couch in the living room. In the chair beside you was Alfred, baby Kelsey was sound asleep resting on his chest. Arthur had taken that picture when he stopped by to see the new baby.

“Daddy… Where’s mommy now?” Kelsey looked up at him, curiosity in her eyes. It pained him to lie to his own child. She was only 5, she wouldn’t understand. One night coming home from work, a drunk driver took your life in a head on collision. Despite the best efforts you had died on the operating table. Kelsey was only 8 months old. All she had to remember you by were pictures and stories that Alfred would tell of you.

“Mommy’s really tired; she’s been asleep for a while now.” Alfred said, his voice started to crack.

“While she ever wake up? I really miss her. I want to see her again.”

“I know you do. I miss her too.” Tears spilled from half lidded eyes, dripping onto the plastic sleeve that held you’re family photo.

He loved you more than anything in the world. He always said it was a privilege to call you his wife. All those memories, all those moments of love were cut short because someone had a few too many and decided to drive. He took you away from him. You were so young, you had just started a family, and Alfred wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. There was nothing left but memories and Kelsey growing up without a mother.

“Daddy why are you crying?”
Am I messing with your feels yet?
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:iconalaniskay122:
AlanisKay122 Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2014
THE FEELS! TOO MANY DAMN FEELS! I'M CRYING MY BUTT OFF! DAMN YOUR AWESOME SKILLZ!
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LotsOfStars Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for making me cry this was beautiful 
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Cloey22 Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2014  Student Digital Artist
My feels are hurting! This story was just amazing!
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Mlitke1998 Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
i hope you know that u have made me cry... such a beautiful story... great story!!!
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Guardgirlgab Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2014
SpongeBob (Cries)  My fels are broken
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DarkRoseStayla1 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:iconsadplz:  i wanna be with my little girl and alfie!!
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Marshalleeslover9 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2014  Student General Artist
I'm crying that happen to my baby cousin
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RedG-Dog Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Well, I didn't cry, but it was still wonderfully sad.
Yes, "wonderfully sad".

Nice job, Author-san. :)
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Sanactras Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2014  Student
I'm not crying.

That's strange...

Huh..

WELL GOOD JAWB. XD
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FeartheHedgehog101 Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
HELL YEA YOUR MESSIN WITH MEH FEELS!?!? NOT FAIR IM CRYING YOU OWE MEH A TISSUE!
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