Hello lovely wonderful people! I'm back! Sorry it's taken me so long to post this chapter. I've been having some trouble logging into fanfiction and then I was away camping for the weekend. As much as I love the great outdoors, I'm glad to be back home with my indoor plumbing, wi-fi, and BED. Oh my wizard god, my air mattress is terrible. If I lay down on my side (which is how I sleep), my hip pushes the middle part down so it's right on the ground and my feet go way up in the air. I have to lay perfectly flat and still on my stomach for it to stay right. And just when I finally got that all figured out, my dad started to snore. After I'd finally gotten used to that, raccoons started going through our dishes. Wait...what the hell? I started using Google Chrome a few weeks ago and it spell-check says raccoons isn't a word. Well, screw you, Google Chrome. I'm writing it anyway! Wait...what was I saying...? Oh, yea, so camping... It was pretty fun actually. It's funny because the last time I was there, I wrote an author's note for you guys. I can't remember if I actually ended up publishing it or not though. The last time I also got a second degree sunburn on my nose. Good news though. I'm burn-free this year! I guess I learned my lesson about wearing sunscreen.
In other news (I just realized I say that a lot, don't I?) I got a job at Wendy's (yay!) and I start there tomorrow so wish me luck. :)
Tawni's POV
Before Lily, I had never realized just how much babies cried, or how hard it was to get them to stop sometimes. Six months later, James and I were still having trouble getting her to settle down at night. The minute we put her in her crib, she would start screaming again.
"You should go check on her," James mumbled sleepily. It was three AM already and neither of us had gotten much sleep.
"It's you're turn," I insisted, rolling over and trying to drown out Lily's wails with my pillow.
"No," James said, yanking the pillow away from me. "It's yours." I grabbed the pillow back and used it to hit him in the face.
"Yours."
No reply.
"James?" My only answer was James's pig-like snore. "Fine," I muttered to myself. "I'll do it." I rolled out of bed reluctantly and stepped into my favourite fuzzy pink slippers. I padded down the hallway and peeked into Lily's room.
"Hi, Honey," I said, smiling weakly. I lifted her from her crib and she stopped crying immediately. Sometimes I wished I could just bring her back to my room and let he sleep there, but then she'd never learn to sleep in her crib and I didn't really like the idea of sharing a bed with a kicking child every night.
I paced the room slowly, bouncing Lily gently as I walked. How many times would I have to do this tonight before she finally fell asleep? I thought about the advice Chad's mother had given me.
"If you just let them cry, eventually they'll learn it's not going to work and they'll give up and go to sleep."
"But I heard that can affect the child psychologically," I had replied.
"Nonsense. I did it with Chad and he turned out alright."
If I had been considering trying that before, I definitely wasn't now. The last think I needed was Lily to turn out like that drama queen. Although considering who her parents were there was still a very high chance she was going to grow up to be a spoiled diva.
"Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop," I sang quietly, continuing to walk and bounce her. "Something, something, I don't know the words..."
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Lily fell asleep in my arms. I placed her back in the crib gently, praying to any and all gods that she wouldn't wake up. Thankfully, she didn't. I closed her door and tiptoed back to my bedroom. James was sleeping peacefully, sprawled out over my half of the bed.
Fine. I thought to myself. If that's the way he wants it...
I grabbed him by the ankle and tried to pull him off the bed, but he wouldn't budge.
"Ugh, you asshole," I whispered. Guess it was the guest room for me tonight. Although if James didn't smarten up soon, he was going to be spending a lot of nights in the guest room.
Yay for insignificant chapters, right? :P It took me awhile to write this because I have a piece of paper summarizing each of the upcoming chapters in a sentence or two and all I wrote for this chapter was "Lily shenanigans." Yea, I don't know. I wasn't even sure what I wanted to happen when I wrote it, I just knew I needed a Tawni chapter and there was nothing I needed to happen to her...yet. ;)
Thank you all for your reviews so far, by the way. They've played a huge part in helping me find the motivation to write again.
LOL, funny story, I was trying to write that last sentence, but somehow ended up writing "fart" instead of "part". Then I laughed like an idiot for like 2 minutes. I'm wayyy too tired. Also, I hit my nose off my mattress when I was laughing which sucks because my brother smashed his head into my nose last week and it still hurts like a bitch. :( I can't even wear my favourite pink sunglasses which closely resemble the ones Darren Criss wears...which sucks because those are the only sunglasses I've ever loved and I want to wear them as much as possible this summer.
Well, I don't really have anything else to say, but I'm kind of reluctant to wrap this up because...well...I don't really have anyone else to talk to. My best friend is on vacation, my brother's in bed, and my sister went back to her apartment for the night. And my parents are old, so... Actually, I've had some decent Harry Potter discussions with my father, especially debates about whether Snape is creepy or insanely awesome (hint: It's the second one. :P) When I'm with my mom, all we talk about it like...Chris Hemsworth and stuff. I guess she's got a crush on him or something. She likes men in red capes. (i.e. Superman) More of a Batman gal myself.
I guess I can't drag this on forever and in all likelihood, you don't even want me to, so I'll leave you guys alone now. Hope you're all having the best summer ever, except for you southern hemisphere-ers. In your case, I hope you're having the best winter ever. And also...HAH HAH! We have sun and you don't! I know, I shouldn't brag, but your time will come next December when I'm knee deep in snow. I'm getting distracted again. Why is it that writing a story is so hard, but I can ramble on about nothing for pages and pages?
Anyway...
Peace out Suckahs! :)
