His Stolen Heart

Chapter 11

The sound of a loud knock against the door rampaged through the house, shattering through the wails of the children as they cried for their mother's care. The house a mess of what it once was, held still by a soul thriving to foresee it past.

James picked up the quieter one of the lot -- David-Pierce -- from the soft rug he'd placed him along with his sisters, after spending close to eight hours with them he had already developed an itchy ear and bags underneath his eyes. He'd always wanted children but he hadn't imagined the pain of taking care of them to be this piercing. From bathing for them to playing with them, feeding them, and changing their diapers none of it seemed to work to quieten them down as they'd since been crying from the moment Dam left him alone with them.

So he swiftly walked towards the door while placing the dummy into the baby's mouth, but upon opening the door the young child puked on his pajama shirt sweeping his attention away from the door and to the child he was carrying. "Hi," he looked up at Andreas with a mixture of shock and surprise as he held the groan threatening to escape him.

"Are you the backup Dam was talking about?" Andreas smiled, amused by the disappointment on James's face. "I thought he would send a woman, so you literally came from your pack to this pride?" He cocked his head in confusion before realization dawned on him at the fact that he had jumped into conclusion without letting him speak, for all he knew he could be here to see either Corey or Dam. "Wait, why are you here?"

"Can I come in?" He didn't have to be asked twice before shifting to the side so Andreas could step into the living room and see the dysfunction the living room was.

But as soon as Andreas stepped into the room he quickly and quietly walked to the two girls laying on the floor with their dummy dancing on their lips as they cried. His heart ached from the wailing of their voices, having traveled as fast as he could, he couldn't help the sorry in his voice. "Is this how they've been crying?" His voice was soft like the soft tune of a violin.

"You can only imagine," James rolled his eyes as he closed the door behind him, handing Andreas David-Pierce as he peeled the t-shirt off him. Squashing it as he threw it to the couch. "I've tried everything, everything you know but I'm not a pediatrician, I can barely take care of me and here I've three newborns with no knowledge of how to ease them from crying so much."

"How long have they been crying?" James stopped ranting as he knelt to pick up Emma-Marie before staring back up at Andreas; as he used the wipe to wipe away the vomit on David-Pierce's clothes.

"Since Dam left eight hours ago," James cooed, lifting her as he noticed that she had a high temperature. "They must be tired now, I think I should just give them paracetamol to help reduce the fever." He said as he stood up from the floor.

"No, they just need to sleep." He said lifting David away from his shoulder to see the child jump abruptly from the sudden interruption but close his eyes cutely while sucking on the dummy, after establishing a lifting balance, Andreas smiled at James before placing the boy back on his shoulder. "Have you tried petting them? Babies love that," he said after noticing the confusion on a very sleepy James's face.

"There are three of them and one of me, how was I supposed to do that?" James said with a roll of his eyes as he picked up the other female from the floor placing her on his other shoulder as he'd noticed the quietness in the room, walking around the couch to pace them to sleep.

Almost thirty minutes later and they'd both placed the children on their beds. James sighed as he realized that two heads were better than one, after all, he'd been struggling to tuck them to bed on his own.