War of the children
OUATlover00 wanted a oneshot of Emma in the future with more kids of her own. Well done to anyone who works out the meanings behind Emma's other children in this. If you've read my story "the birth part two" it should be a little easier!
"HENRY!" Emma yelled, desperate. Her seventeen year old son came running into the room to see his mom trying to keep his four year old sister and two year old brother apart. "Grab a child, would you?" Henry nodded, picking his brother, Dewey. Emma shot him a small growler picking up her kicking and screaming daughter, Eira. She was much feistier. And very likely to bite and kick whoever was holding her back, which Henry very well knew.
"What is going on?" Emma asked, exasperated. She hadn't had a chance to get an explanation. She just came into the room after hearing a scream, saw the pair knocking lumps out of each other and took action.
"He took my dolly!" Eira yelled, trying to get back to hitting her little brother, but instead her flailing legs were catching her mother.
"Eira kick me one more time and I swear I'll lock all of your toys away for a whole week." Emma hissed through the pain in her shins. Only the threat of losing all her toys was enough to get the little girl to stop her scrambling and calm down a little. "That's better." Emma sighed. She then turned her attention to Dewey, who's bottom lip was quivering as he was held by his big brother. "Dewey," Emma said calmly but sternly. "Is this true? Did you take your sister's dolly?" Dewey looked down, not wanting to answer. "Dewey don't make me ask again young man." Emma warned. The little boy nodded.
"I dust wanted to cuwa." He said, in his little childish voice. Emma's eyes widened. She realised quicker than Eira that that meant Eira's dolly was now somewhere covered in felt tip pen.
"Dewey, you do not take your sister's things. I am not happy about that. We'll talk about it later. For now, I have the perfect solution, you're going to visit grandma, grandpa and uncle Neal." Emma said, motioning for Henry to follow her with Dewey as she carried Eira out to the car. Her parents could deal with the war between her two younger children while she tried to fix Eira's dolly before it was too late!