When: 16th of February, and a flash back to when Sam was around five.
Where: Brittany's Flat in London, and Sam's childhood home.
Notes: Written for the third prompt, Sam tell his mom about his first crush.
He ran from the TV into the kitchen looking at his mum, a smile on his whole face. “I know who I’m gonna marry,” Sam said and he sat down on the floor, smiling.
“You do, Sammy?” Mary asked and she looked at him, “Want to tell me?”
“I’m gonna marry April,” Sam said and looked at her. Mary blinked a little and she looked at Sam not really sure on what Sam was talking about.
“Who?” she asked, and looked at him before walking up to him kneeling a little, “I’m not sure I know who this April is,” she said and she moved some of some of Sam’s hair away from his face.
“April, is the woman that works with Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello and Raphael,” Sam said and looked at her shaking his head, “Mum, you know the girl in TMNT,” Sam said looking at her, “she’s super pretty and smart.” Sam nodded his head trying his best to get his mum to understand.
“Okay,” she said and laughed a little, “I’m glad that you’ve found a girl you like but,” she looked at him a smile on her lips, “Isn’t she a part of a cartoon that you watch?”
“I can marry her anyway,” Sam said and nodded his head, before he stood up, “Can I get some apple slices?” he asked smiling at his mother, “please,” he tilted his head to the side, looking at her, and Mary laughed a little before she nodded her head and she sliced an apple for him and handed Sam a small bowl with apple slices in it, and Sam smiled and he made his way back to the TV, and he sat down on the floor in front of the TV, and watched another couple of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Sam opened up his eyes, looking up at the roof, letting out a breath, hoping that life would go back to being this easy sometime soon, he didn’t want to think about what was going on outside of this flat, right now being that five year old and not knowing what the future was holding for him was something he could only dream off.
