' mom thing drabble 1 '
They had a calendar. It was surprisingly useful. There was a pantry filled with kid snacks. There were plastic cups that wouldn't break when falling to the floor. In the bathroom they had children's cough and flu medicine. They had band-aids with dinosaur cartoons on them. They had baby shampoo. The bathtub was filled with toy cars and dinos that were left behind and forgotten about until the next evening. In the kitchen they had a step-stool so they wouldn't have to lift him up every time he wanted to use the sink. They didn't eat Chinese or pizza every night. They had a car seat—not that they used it but they had one. There was a lock on their armory.
Every night his TRex was usually left in either of their beds. He claimed it was because he wanted to make sure they were okay once they returned home from work at some ungodly hour of the morning but it was really because it was where he felt safest. They became accustomed to the sound of small feet late at night making way into either room and then a small body that would sprawl out in an attempt to take up as much of the bed as possible. They learned how to say "I love you" back for him. They became friends with the pediatrician. Nat learned not to speed with him in the car after once taking too sharp of a right turn. Dom mastered the art of reading her book aloud so he could listen. They both filled with pride when Ty came home with a referral for punching a kid in the nose; kissing away his tears as he tried to explain that it wasn't his fault.
Neither were really cut out to be mothers. It was some odd, unnatural thing, that was thrust upon them. An accident - maybe...but they made it work. They did the best they could every day, one at a time.