Authors Note: Okay this chapter is a little angst filled, especially near the end, have a read! I'll thank more people in the next chapter, this is just a quick update, but thanks to everyone who have reviewed thank you, please don't hesitate to review again!
Chapter 5
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If love is fun, why
aren't you smiling?
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"Daddy, can you buy me a pony?" Lexie grinned at me.
"Noooooo." I smiled back.
"Why not?" She dragged on.
"Because."
"Because why?" I put my newspaper down and stared at my daughter.
"I said so." I got up and moved to the kitchen, looking in the cupboards for the cookies.
I found the box and saw the little girls eyes light up. "Cookies." She exclaimed, I knew this would make her forget about the pony. "Cookies before dinner?" Abby tsks, walking into the kitchen. I quickly hide the box behind my back as both of us feign innocence. "What cookies?" Alexis smiles.
"I don't know maybe I was seeing things." Abby say mischievously. I quickly grab Alexis and we run towards the living room, Alexis screeching the whole way. We jump onto the couch immediately diving into the cookies, they are the mini cookies, so Lexie attempts to shove three in her mouth at once. I manage to get five in mine. We are laughing and eating when a little voice disturbs us. "What are you doing?" Both of look over to see Logan in the doorway with a mischievous look on his face. Lexie puts her fingers over her mouth and I motion for him to come in. He runs over to us, jumping on my lap and starts eating cookies too. "HEY!" We hear an angry voice shout. Logan and Alexis shriek, and try to hide the cookies. "Mommy is here." Lexie turns and whispers to me.
"We aren't eating cookies." Logan says through a mouthful of cookies.
"Dinner is in half an hour all three of you better eat everything off of your plates." She scolds. She walks into the living room and takes the cookies from us, a chorus of "Aw," was heard. "Go get cleaned up guys." I Say to them, "Logan help Lexie reach the sink ." I finish. "Is it always like this?" Abby smiles, as she pops a cookie into her mouth.
"Sometimes," I tell her.
"There great kids, you did a good job." Abby compliments.
"I learned from the best." We lock eyes for a moment and suddenly I can feel all the sparks that were there 3 years ago, but it doesn't last for long when Zachary comes running into the living room. "Mommy, I have to pee." He says switching from one foot to the other. "Okay." She says leaving. Zac is the last of the three to have potty trained, he is pretty much trained but he still feels he needs an adult from time to time.
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You do not love someone under
the condition that this person
would love you back
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Its been 3 weeks since Abby woke, and we're all starting to get use to it a bit more. Logan isn't quite as hostile towards her, and well as for Abby and I, we haven't worked out any of our problems yet, well not a lot of them at least, but I love her. I can't help but love her. I don't know if she feels the same way or not. I plan to find out though. I walk into the kitchen, and see a mud covered boy trying to sneak up the stairs. "Hey, Hey. Where do you think you are going?" He turns around and looks at me, smiling sheepishly. Through the mud I see some blood trickling down from his nose. "Get down here." I demand. He slowly walks down the stairs, trekking more mud onto the kitchen floor, which I know will tick Abby off. He is literally covered from head to toe in mud. I pick him up and place him on the counter, removing his big sweater and teacher. I look at him and frown. "What happened Jer?"
He shrugs. I run my heads through his muddy hair that is sticking up on all ends. "You don't know?" I question.
"Yes." He says. I tug off his pants leaving him in his underwear and motion towards the stairs, he jumps off the counter and runs. I grab his muddy clothes and take them into the laundry room, hoping nothing to terrible happened to him, but knowing that a 6 year old coming home covered in mud and blood is probably not a good sign. I walk up the stairs, and into his bedroom. He is grabbing clothes out of the drawer, when I throw him over my shoulder he is still clinging to his clean clothes, I take him into the washroom, and fill the tub with water. I wash his face, first so I can see where the marks, are, and then leave him to get into the tub, while I go down stairs for a quick moment. I run down the stairs to see where all my children are and look for Logan who can hopefully fill me in on Jeremy's messy state. "Hi." Abby says, stopping me during my search through the living room. "Hi," I say not paying much attention to her. "What are you looking for?"
"My son." I simply say.
"That's kind of broad?" She says searching my face for a clue as to what I am doing.
"The six year old."
"Still broad."
"The blond one." I say hopping up the stairs. She follows behind me, inching on my heels.
"He's in the bathroom." She answers.
"What one?" I say heading towards the main upstairs washroom, and standing in front of the door, Jeremy was in there for a bath, so now I knew something was up. "That one." She said looking up at me. "John, what's going on?" I start to bang on the door.
"Jeremy, Logan open the door and get out here this minute." Abby looks shocked, at my behaviour. The door creaks open but no one emerges from behind it. This prompts Abby to push the door open even further. There stands Logan who is shoving make up into his mothers make up bag, and Jeremy throwing a sweater on and some jeans. "Hey stop right there." Abby says walking in. I am the one to follow this time. "Get out of this bathroom right now, Logan Rutgers." She says tossing him out by the arm. Jeremy looks up at her with lipstick smeared all over his face. "Jeremy." She says picking him up and putting him on the toilet seat. "What happened?" She asks soothingly.
"The big kids beat him up again." Logan replies.
"Again?" Abby says looking up at me. "Jeremy wash your face, your father and I are going to have a talk." She say leaving the bathroom, I follow slowly.
"Logan go watch TV," She calls as I close the door behind myself, we stand in my bedroom, and let me say this women is fuming. "How long has this been going on Carter?" She says above a whisper.
"I don't know since the beginning of grade one." I answer, arms stretched out.
"You kept my son in the same school while kids were beating up on him."
"He had never really been hit before, okay I thought it was improving."
"Oh so he had never been hit? He is being teased and has low self esteem and will grow up to be incompetent and self conscious but yah know as long as know one is beating him up its all fine." She Yells sarcastically.
"Usually nothing happens, Logan gets him out of it." I inform her, I can feel the veins popping out of my neck.
"Oh really, so we are having our other six year old involved in this?"
"Abby, listen, they are being transferred to a private school, in less then a month. After, December they will be in a new school. I am enrolling him in karate classes anyways, to help him build self esteem."
"I don't care Carter, I can't believe you let it go on this long."
"What do expect me to do Abby, I have to take care of 5 kids by myself." I holler in defence. "That's no excuse Carter."
"Yeah, where the hell were you?" I scream. The minute the words leave my mouth I regret them. I can see her eyes swell with tears, she stands staring at me then walks away, I am about to go after her when I realize, I don't want to say anything else that is stupid so I should just leave it for now.
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Sometimes you lose,
but you're going to
win if you just hang in
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Authors Note- From which Characters point of view should I write about next?
Options- Carter, Abby, Mason, Zachary, Lexie, Luka, Susan, Jeremy, Logan, the nurse Carrie or the Nanny Kelly.
Chapter 5
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If love is fun, why
aren't you smiling?
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"Daddy, can you buy me a pony?" Lexie grinned at me.
"Noooooo." I smiled back.
"Why not?" She dragged on.
"Because."
"Because why?" I put my newspaper down and stared at my daughter.
"I said so." I got up and moved to the kitchen, looking in the cupboards for the cookies.
I found the box and saw the little girls eyes light up. "Cookies." She exclaimed, I knew this would make her forget about the pony. "Cookies before dinner?" Abby tsks, walking into the kitchen. I quickly hide the box behind my back as both of us feign innocence. "What cookies?" Alexis smiles.
"I don't know maybe I was seeing things." Abby say mischievously. I quickly grab Alexis and we run towards the living room, Alexis screeching the whole way. We jump onto the couch immediately diving into the cookies, they are the mini cookies, so Lexie attempts to shove three in her mouth at once. I manage to get five in mine. We are laughing and eating when a little voice disturbs us. "What are you doing?" Both of look over to see Logan in the doorway with a mischievous look on his face. Lexie puts her fingers over her mouth and I motion for him to come in. He runs over to us, jumping on my lap and starts eating cookies too. "HEY!" We hear an angry voice shout. Logan and Alexis shriek, and try to hide the cookies. "Mommy is here." Lexie turns and whispers to me.
"We aren't eating cookies." Logan says through a mouthful of cookies.
"Dinner is in half an hour all three of you better eat everything off of your plates." She scolds. She walks into the living room and takes the cookies from us, a chorus of "Aw," was heard. "Go get cleaned up guys." I Say to them, "Logan help Lexie reach the sink ." I finish. "Is it always like this?" Abby smiles, as she pops a cookie into her mouth.
"Sometimes," I tell her.
"There great kids, you did a good job." Abby compliments.
"I learned from the best." We lock eyes for a moment and suddenly I can feel all the sparks that were there 3 years ago, but it doesn't last for long when Zachary comes running into the living room. "Mommy, I have to pee." He says switching from one foot to the other. "Okay." She says leaving. Zac is the last of the three to have potty trained, he is pretty much trained but he still feels he needs an adult from time to time.
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You do not love someone under
the condition that this person
would love you back
--------------------------------------
Its been 3 weeks since Abby woke, and we're all starting to get use to it a bit more. Logan isn't quite as hostile towards her, and well as for Abby and I, we haven't worked out any of our problems yet, well not a lot of them at least, but I love her. I can't help but love her. I don't know if she feels the same way or not. I plan to find out though. I walk into the kitchen, and see a mud covered boy trying to sneak up the stairs. "Hey, Hey. Where do you think you are going?" He turns around and looks at me, smiling sheepishly. Through the mud I see some blood trickling down from his nose. "Get down here." I demand. He slowly walks down the stairs, trekking more mud onto the kitchen floor, which I know will tick Abby off. He is literally covered from head to toe in mud. I pick him up and place him on the counter, removing his big sweater and teacher. I look at him and frown. "What happened Jer?"
He shrugs. I run my heads through his muddy hair that is sticking up on all ends. "You don't know?" I question.
"Yes." He says. I tug off his pants leaving him in his underwear and motion towards the stairs, he jumps off the counter and runs. I grab his muddy clothes and take them into the laundry room, hoping nothing to terrible happened to him, but knowing that a 6 year old coming home covered in mud and blood is probably not a good sign. I walk up the stairs, and into his bedroom. He is grabbing clothes out of the drawer, when I throw him over my shoulder he is still clinging to his clean clothes, I take him into the washroom, and fill the tub with water. I wash his face, first so I can see where the marks, are, and then leave him to get into the tub, while I go down stairs for a quick moment. I run down the stairs to see where all my children are and look for Logan who can hopefully fill me in on Jeremy's messy state. "Hi." Abby says, stopping me during my search through the living room. "Hi," I say not paying much attention to her. "What are you looking for?"
"My son." I simply say.
"That's kind of broad?" She says searching my face for a clue as to what I am doing.
"The six year old."
"Still broad."
"The blond one." I say hopping up the stairs. She follows behind me, inching on my heels.
"He's in the bathroom." She answers.
"What one?" I say heading towards the main upstairs washroom, and standing in front of the door, Jeremy was in there for a bath, so now I knew something was up. "That one." She said looking up at me. "John, what's going on?" I start to bang on the door.
"Jeremy, Logan open the door and get out here this minute." Abby looks shocked, at my behaviour. The door creaks open but no one emerges from behind it. This prompts Abby to push the door open even further. There stands Logan who is shoving make up into his mothers make up bag, and Jeremy throwing a sweater on and some jeans. "Hey stop right there." Abby says walking in. I am the one to follow this time. "Get out of this bathroom right now, Logan Rutgers." She says tossing him out by the arm. Jeremy looks up at her with lipstick smeared all over his face. "Jeremy." She says picking him up and putting him on the toilet seat. "What happened?" She asks soothingly.
"The big kids beat him up again." Logan replies.
"Again?" Abby says looking up at me. "Jeremy wash your face, your father and I are going to have a talk." She say leaving the bathroom, I follow slowly.
"Logan go watch TV," She calls as I close the door behind myself, we stand in my bedroom, and let me say this women is fuming. "How long has this been going on Carter?" She says above a whisper.
"I don't know since the beginning of grade one." I answer, arms stretched out.
"You kept my son in the same school while kids were beating up on him."
"He had never really been hit before, okay I thought it was improving."
"Oh so he had never been hit? He is being teased and has low self esteem and will grow up to be incompetent and self conscious but yah know as long as know one is beating him up its all fine." She Yells sarcastically.
"Usually nothing happens, Logan gets him out of it." I inform her, I can feel the veins popping out of my neck.
"Oh really, so we are having our other six year old involved in this?"
"Abby, listen, they are being transferred to a private school, in less then a month. After, December they will be in a new school. I am enrolling him in karate classes anyways, to help him build self esteem."
"I don't care Carter, I can't believe you let it go on this long."
"What do expect me to do Abby, I have to take care of 5 kids by myself." I holler in defence. "That's no excuse Carter."
"Yeah, where the hell were you?" I scream. The minute the words leave my mouth I regret them. I can see her eyes swell with tears, she stands staring at me then walks away, I am about to go after her when I realize, I don't want to say anything else that is stupid so I should just leave it for now.
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Sometimes you lose,
but you're going to
win if you just hang in
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Authors Note- From which Characters point of view should I write about next?
Options- Carter, Abby, Mason, Zachary, Lexie, Luka, Susan, Jeremy, Logan, the nurse Carrie or the Nanny Kelly.