by M.L. Cameron
on sixty five.”
“Your point was off on the last one.”
“No it wasn’t.”
“Yes it was. Don’t ask me to critique you and then tell me I’m wrong.”
She took a deep breath and started to work on her stretches. “You’re cranky, go to sleep.” I yawned again and she rolled her eyes. “Go to sleep.”
“You go to sleep, I’m the sixteen year old.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Fine. Do you want Dad to come and count your turns?”
She shook her head. “I’m fine, good night Infinity.”
I kissed her hair and left the studio. I saw the kitchen light on and I knew that Megan and my mother were still talking. Faith came into the hallway, rubbing at his eyes. “I’m sleepy Fin,” he murmured and I leaned down, lifting him into my arms.
“Me too Faith, me too. Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” He nodded and I carried him upstairs to my bed. We laid down and within minutes we were both asleep.
Ana
He should just be up in his room, he’s usually up for hours. Twenty minutes Perpetual and then you need to get some rest, not sleep, just rest,” I said while we walked by the studio.
Megan seemed like a nice enough girl. She was quiet, didn’t talk much about her family or herself but she could write novels about other people. One quick peek into her mind and I already knew how much she cared for Infinity and how he had stood up for her that same day.
Upstairs I looked in on Luke who was asleep at his desk. After my father had died I turned over to business to his vice president and then when he died Luke decided to take it. I had found Luke asleep at his desk more times than I had found him sleeping next to me. I opened Infinity’s door after a quick knock and looked inside. The entire ceiling was bright with the glowing stars. The walls were dark, besides the falling stars.
On the bed I saw five of my six children, asleep on the king sized bed. Infinity was asleep in the middle, Faith and Endless were curled up next to his shoulders, in the crook of his arm. Eternity had her head on his stomach and her eyes closed. And Everlasting was stretched out on the bottom of the bed. It was only a matter of time before Perpetual came up and fell asleep next to Everlasting.
“You know what… It’s already late… You could call your parents and stay in one of the guest bedrooms,” I suggested and she didn’t answer, her eyes were glued to Infinity. “He’s going to want kids, I hope you know that.”
“Good,” she whispered. “My parents didn’t want me… Well my mother didn’t. I want kids, I want that.” She gestured to the bed and I smiled. She was perfect for Infinity, better than perfect even… is there even anything above perfect? Probably not.
After all, perfect is just an ideology that people have. We think that he’s perfect, she’s perfect, everything is perfect… Some people tell us that perfection doesn’t exist and maybe their right. Luke’s perfect is different than my perfect. Perfect is different to everyone. Perfection exists in all aspects of life. Perfection is everything… and nothing…
Perfect is just a word.
