12 Cedar

Hades

Three weeks.

It's been three weeks and she still hasn't woke up.

I haven't left her bedside not once. I'd bathe her, change and just make sure she was comfortable. Why was it taking so long?

Peter knocks on the door, "Hey bro,"

"Hi," I greet.

Peter stands beside me, "Demeter is here and play nice baby brother, I know you two can very spiteful,"

I turn and looks at him, "You actually went through with it?"

Peter nods, "I had no choice, she could be the solution to our problem."

He could be right.

"Bring her in."

Peter walks out of the room, I look at her and taking her hand into mine and kissing it.

"Your mama is here baby, she came to see you," I say, "Hopefully you respond to her presence,"

There is a knock on the door and Peter walks in with Demeter by her side, she still looked as young as ever, with long curly hair, hazel eyes, caramel skin, not a wrinkle in sight.

I stand up and walk to them.

"Miss Jones," I greet curtly.