Nobody Understands
Chapter 1 – I don't know how to.
A/N: I haven't written a fic in ages so I thought I should really get back into the swing of things. This is set after the end of Series 10 ( and is M & C. They have a child but Monica was pregnant instead of adopting. This is told through the point of their child, Maddie.
'Honey, guess what? I'm going to have another baby. You're going to have a new brother or sister!...Honey?' I stared blankly in front of me for a few moments. My parents were sitting across from me on the other couch. For a few moments they looked at me and then glanced helplessly at each other. I had to get out of there...and fast. I needed to say something to them. Anything. Then I remembered what everyone said on television when anyone told people they were going to have a baby.
'Congratulations.' With that I swung myself up and over the couch and out of the living room. I ran with the swiftest of ease up the stairs and into my room. Collapsing onto the floor, I pulled my knees tight and rocked back and forth. I couldn't believe it. Mum was having another baby? It had just been the three of us – Mum, Dad and me for the past 9 years and it was good, we had fun together. Why did she have to have another baby? But I knew the reason; they wanted a child who could love them as much as they loved him or her. My parents never told me what it was but I keep on hearing those muttering things about 'social and emotional problems'. I get really scared sometimes because I want to love my mum and dad, really I do. I just don't know how.
A/N: I haven't written a fic in ages so I thought I should really get back into the swing of things. This is set after the end of Series 10 ( and is M & C. They have a child but Monica was pregnant instead of adopting. This is told through the point of their child, Maddie.
'Honey, guess what? I'm going to have another baby. You're going to have a new brother or sister!...Honey?' I stared blankly in front of me for a few moments. My parents were sitting across from me on the other couch. For a few moments they looked at me and then glanced helplessly at each other. I had to get out of there...and fast. I needed to say something to them. Anything. Then I remembered what everyone said on television when anyone told people they were going to have a baby.
'Congratulations.' With that I swung myself up and over the couch and out of the living room. I ran with the swiftest of ease up the stairs and into my room. Collapsing onto the floor, I pulled my knees tight and rocked back and forth. I couldn't believe it. Mum was having another baby? It had just been the three of us – Mum, Dad and me for the past 9 years and it was good, we had fun together. Why did she have to have another baby? But I knew the reason; they wanted a child who could love them as much as they loved him or her. My parents never told me what it was but I keep on hearing those muttering things about 'social and emotional problems'. I get really scared sometimes because I want to love my mum and dad, really I do. I just don't know how.