So sorry I haven't updated. I've been so busy with school and the cross country team. I apologize! I got very mixed reactions with Sophie's death. I am glad you didn't expect this twist! I am going to ease into Tobias and Tris' relationship slowly. After all, she hasn't been back very long and Tobias just lost his wife. Anyway, for you HSM (High School Musical) fans. I wrote a new story! It's called "The Blessing" and it is Troyella! It will be posted shortly! Please read and review!
TRIS POINT OF VIEW:
It had been four hours. Four miserable hours with a five and three year old. Tris never knew being a parent could be this hard. After all, she had never had a kid so she really didn't know what to expect.
"I poopied!"
Tris groaned. She had just changed Micah diaper a few hours ago. It seemed all these kids did was cry, eat, poop, and sleep. They also spoke nonsense! Instead of blackberries they were brainberries and Sunday was considered Funday. Tris just didn't agree with the parenting Micah and Uriah grew up with.
"I'm coming!" Tris called as she heaved herself out of her chair. She took the quick journey to the boys' room and saw Uriah playing with a toy and Micah happily squishing his own poop.
"Oh, gross!" Tris muttered as the stench of waste hit her nostrils. Gingerly, she lifted the small boy up and out of his brown crib and placed him on the diaper changing station. She grabbed all of the necessary supplies and quickly changed the diaper.
"I smell funny," said Micah, sitting up and twisting his back, trying to smell his butt.
"Yeah, its called baby powder!" Tris snapped. She lifted up Micah and placed him on the ground, next to his brother.
"I'm no baby. Uri a baby!" he said, sticking his fists into his mouth and giggling. The darn kid is gonna choke himself to death, Tris thought.
"I AM NOT A BABY!" Uriah roared, giving Micah a hard punch in the gut. Tris heard a very high-pitched sound. It sounded like a mix between a hyena and a lobster giving birth. Next thing she saw was Micah lying on the floor, screaming and crying his little heart out.
"Uriah! You do NOT hit your brother!" Tris scolded. She picked up the flailing little boy and placed him on the bed, hushing and trying to make him calm down.
"Shhh" Tris hummed. Anything to make the little boy stop crying.
Some people say the cry of a baby is a sweet thing. Something mothers love because it makes them feel like they are needed, or wanted. It makes them feel special and loved. That a little body is dependent for them. Not Tris. To her, the sound of a baby crying was like a fire siren being blasted in your ear, over and over again. Never ending.
"Stop crying please!" Tris begged. Because that Micah was crying, Uriah decided to join in too. It was a symphony of crying babies.
Pacing around the room, Tris was desperate for a solution. Suddenly, she thought of a song her mother used to sing to her whenever she was sick or sad. It was a traditional Abnegation song. Closing her eyes, Tris began to sing:
In the morning when you rise
I bless the sun, I bless the skies
I bless your lips, I bless your eyes
My blessing goes with you
In the nighttime when you sleep
Oh I bless you while a watch I keep
As you lie in slumber deep
My blessing goes with you
This is my prayer for you
There for you, ever true
Each, every day for you
In everything you do
And when you come to me
And hold me close to you
I bless you
And you bless me, too
When your weary heart is tired
If the world would leave you uninspired
When nothing more of love's desired
My blessing goes with you
When the storms of life are strong
When you're wounded, when you don't belong
When you no longer hear my song
My blessing goes with you
This is my prayer for you
There for you, ever true
Each, every day for you
In everything you do
And when you come to me
And hold me close to you
I bless you
And you bless me, too
I bless you
And you bless me, too
As she sang the last note, she noticed that the boys had fallen fast asleep. Thank God also because Tris was absolutely exhausted. Carefully and quietly, she picked up Micah and placed him gently in his crib. She picked up Uriah and tucked him in bed.
"Goodnight" she whispered as she left the room.
When would Sophie have that baby?
*The song that Tris sings above is not my original creation. It is called "The Blessing" and is sung by Celtic Woman.