My crossover is on hiatus,I have no more ideas unless some one has any ideas pm me .Meanwhile enjoy this story featuring a newborn Susan and a two and half year old Peter. Peter is not ooc ,he's a typical two and a half year old.I have had the fortunate (or maybe unfortunate pleasure) of working with this age group for five years. Sometimes they are sweet,sometimes they are naughty,but they are always unpredictable.
Peter sat on the parlour floor sulking . Mummy had alot of ladies over for bridge,but no one was playing they were all busy cooing over Susan who lay in a bassinet near Mummy sleeping. Susan slept on unaware of the the women around her . Peter didn't know what was so special about Susan anyway,she didn't do anything just sleep and cry and make messes . She had barely been here a week and she was already taking up all of Mummy's time,Mummy used to play with him,but now she was too tired or always busy with Susan when he asked her to read to him or play with him.
When they finally left and Mummy went into the other room ,Peter went over to the bassinet glaring down at Susan. He wanted her to go the bassinet with both hands,he tipped it over dumping Susan onto the floor,luckily she wasn't hurt,but she was shaken out of a sound sleep,she opened her mouth and wailed.
Mummy came rushing back in and saw Susan lying on the floor ,the bassinet tipped over on it's side ,she picked Susan up soothing her and placed her back in the bassinet. Straightening up,she looked at Peter.
"Peter,did you tip the bassinet." she asked gazing into his blue eyes they were so much like George's.
"No." Peter said wrapping his arms around her neck,he kissed her."Love you."
Mummy bit back a smile trying to remember she needed to reprimand Peter for nearly hurting Susan and lying,but it was hard with velvety soft arms around her neck and baby kisses on her cheek.
"Peter." Mummy said in the most firm voice she could manage,"Why did you tip Susie out of the bassinet."
Peter looked at her,then stuck his thumb in his mouth,shrugging." Her go bye bye" he said
Mummy sighed,"Don't you want a new sister.?"
"No!" Peter shouted.
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No one had ever asked Peter if he wanted a new sister and if they had he would have said no,he sat on the porch steps playing with his teddy bear. Mummy was inside feeding Susan.
"Why hello there."The milkman said coming up the steps with the milk."How's that new little sister of yours.I bet you love being a big brother." he said reaching down and tousling Peter's hair.
Peter scowled,then a bright idea came to him."You want baby?" he asked jumping up he ran inside the house and over to where Susan lay in the the bassinet he started dragging it across the floor,he was almost to the door,when Mummy came back in.
"Peter,where are you going with Susan." she asked slightly amused
"Susie go bye bye. milkman." Peter said firmly .
"Peter,you can not give Susan to the milkman."Mummy said
"Yes." Peter said stubbornly.
Mummy sighed and moved Susan back to the middle of the parlour ,sitting on the sofa,she lifted Peter up onto her lap.
"Peter,Susan's your new sister and that means you can't give her away no matter how much you don't like her." Mummy said.
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Despite what Mummy said,Peter still did not want Susan as a sister. Helen wasn't sure if his behaviour was normal after all it had been four weeks,he should be used to her by now.
"You worry too will warm up to her,he's only two " George said one night when Helen commented about it.
"He's two and a half,George." Helen said ."He tried to give her to the milkman today ." she said "Don't smile,it's not at all funny,what if he never grows out of this jealously stage."
"That's what you said about the potty training ." George said "That turned out fine."
"No,it didn't he's still not potty trained."Helen reminded him."That's another thing Elizabeth Perkins was over here this afternoon and she says her little boy has been out of nappies since before his second birthday."
"I never did like the Perkins." George commented. "I wish you wouldn't compare Peter to the Perkins boy."
"The jealousy thing what am I going to do about it?" Helen asked.
"Why not ask your mother,she enjoys that sort of stuff." George said.
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Helen really didn't like asking her mother for advice on child rearing,she thought it made her look like an inexperienced mother,but she was desperate so when Margaret came round for tea the next day,she decided to take George's advice and ask her .
"Oh jealously is quite normal,dear.I wouldn't worry too much about that." Margaret said when Helen asked her. "I wish you'd look nicer. Just because your a mother doesn't mean you have to look drab."
Helen sighed ,"Mother,I asked for advice on parenting not fashion." she said picking up several toys.
"Treat Peter like a big boy and in time he'll like being an older brother." Margaret said.
"We've tried that,but it didn't work,he's become clingy every time I pick up Susan to feed her or hold her ,he wants to sit on my lap and he'll try to push Susan off. We had just gotten him to eat by himself,but now he wants me to feed him because I feed Susan and he wants to drink out of a bottle only because Susan does." Helen said.
"Helen,you worry too much,it'll pass." Margaret said,"Now I must be off,I have a luncheon to get to." she picked up her purse and headed out the door.
Helen dropped onto the sofa and sighed being a mother was exhuasting .
"Mummy!" Peter ran toward her hurling himself in her lap. He curled up sticking his thumb in his mouth and closed his eyes,his blanket dangling from his other it was also rewarding