Song - Norman fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Rey 1997
The night was still, quiet, tranquil even. For the first time in what felt like ages I was getting some well deserved shut eye. Being a mother and having a part time (soon to be full time) job really takes it out of ya. Then it started the familiar shrill screams.
I budged Timothée who had a woke too. "Your turn." I groaned. "Your the one with boobs." He complained. "She might not want fed, she might want a change or some attention or-" "Okay fine! Fine, I'll go." Tim said swiping the covers off him and standing up.
"Thank you." I said smacking his butt. "Hey." He jokingly warned before going off. So, I turned back nuzzling into my pillow and embracing it's angelic softness. A few more moments of bliss passed then; "She wants fed! Bring your boobs!" Echoed through the hall.
When I reached Daisy's room Timothée was standing above the cot with her in his arms in a light bounce. She was still screaming blue murder. "I need a night off!" I complained as Daisy was handed to me. Timothée paused in thought for a moment as the room was rid of baby cries. "You know she could always have a night at my parents. We could have a night to ourselves."
"I think I need a weekend." "You know what? I'll phone them tomorrow morning and see when they can take her." I liked the sound of that, two days, two nights where I could feel like myself again. "That sounds great baby." I said kissing his cheek.
He smiled and rest his chin on my shoulder. "So...if I did that would milk come out?" I elbowed him. "Ow!" "Go back to bed, you."
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"And she can't sleep without her elephant teddy- don't forget that." I explained the list I'd given to Tim's mother. "I think I've got it sweetie." "Her bottles are in the bag too, I brought the blue and pink but I think she prefers the pink-" "Hey, y/n why don't we go. Ma's got it covered. Don't ya Ma?"
"Don't you worry about her y/n." She said calmly. Timothée stood up and gestured me to follow, I did. He basically had to drag me out the house. Every few seconds I had more taking care info about Daisy. Finally, we did leave and were on our way to the restaurant.
"You think she'll be alright?" "Of course she will. Here," he pulled out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. "Have one, calm down." "Alright." I took the cigarette and he lit it for me. "Let's just focus on me and you tonight baby." He said draping his arm over my shoulder. "I like the sound of that."
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Now sitting at a circle wooden table in a busy restaurant full of people constantly shoving past us. When they would do so we'd have to hold onto our shaking drinks. There was band in the far off corner desperately trying to play light jazz over the rumble of voices chattering. "Sorry babe, I didn't realise everyone would come down for the reduced prices." Timothée explained.
"It's alright. I'm just happy to be out with you." I grabbed his hand and another person budged past us making my drink spill. I groaned; "But I swear to god if one more person bumps this fucking table-" I angrily grabbed some napkins and wiped up the spillage.
"Excuse me." Timothée asked a passing waitress. "Could be get another red wine-" "Timothée no did you see how expensive-" "No. Some wise guy hit the table and it spilled we should get a refund." He insisted. "I'm sorry we can't refund unless you buy by the bottle." She said in a robotic tone.
He sighed; "Can I just get another glass then please?" "Sure thing." She wandered away. "Tim you know it's only the main courses that are on special-" "It's fine." I sighed and took a piece of bread from the basket on our table. "Hold on, they only have seeded bread?"
"No way." Timmy grabbed a piece. "Babe this is way to fancy for us." "We can be fancy." He joked. "We can dress fancy, but we can't eat fancy and we certainly can't buy fancy. C'mon." I stood up. "Y/n." Timothée said, almost a question, almost a demand. I turned to face him as I walked closer and closer to the door.
I saw him reluctantly get out his seat and follow me. To be fair, no one batted an eye as the restaurant was packed like a pub on the night of a high tension football game. I grabbed his arm once we were through the doors and ran down the street together in our ridiculously fancy clothes.
When we got far enough we slowed down and laughed into each other against the wall of a building. It was dark outside and vaguely drizzly. We kissed as the rain ran down our cheeks. "So...what're we gonna do now?" Timmy mumbled in between kisses. "Let's get some totally not fancy pizza." "Let's."
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We sat on a wall in a park, the rain had cleared however we were soaked. We opened our glorious pizza box and got ourselves each a slice. "This is much better than that snooty restaurant." Timmy admitted. "I agree." I said with a laugh. "We should have date nights again. I love how we have plans to do one thing and end up doing another. And I always know it'll end in sex." Timmy said taking a bite.
"Oh do you now?" I said, cheekily. "What makes you think your getting it tonight?" I laughed. "Cause I know, you're as desperate as I am." He bopped my nose. I pretended to be offended with a gasp. "C'mon." He insisted. "When was the last time we had sex without being interrupted?"
"Ooft, your birthday?"I guessed. "That's probably it." "Damn, that was like a month ago." "But we can't forget the failed attempt of last week." He added. "Oh yes, so close." "I love Daisy but she could do with a mute button." "Timmy!" I jokingly warned nudging him.
"Think she's having fun at her Nana's?" I said. "Definitely, my Ma makes a rocking Bloody Mary." I laughed. "Hey you two!" We heard a shout from no where. "Ya can't sit there. Park's closed you're trespassing!" Yelled an old man in a strange blue uniform.
"Okay okay." Said Timmy helping me off the wall. Once he did we mockingly bowed at the man and left with our pizza box.
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We got home around 12ish. Vaguely drunk, on wine and adrenaline. "Kay babe, I'm gonna go to the bathroom then I'll meet you in the bedroom." Tim said, slightly slurred. "Don't be cocky, I hate that."
I went up to our bedroom and stripped naked then lay on the bed. I tried various provocative positions to lay in. Timothée came in and smirked widely. "I knew I'd get something." He said before getting on top of me and kissing passionately just as I said; "Oh shut up-"
A/N: so...yeah I'm here and I'm doing epilogues. Basically the main story is done but imma do these. They won't be episodic (one after the other) they'll just be little ones with the same characters but further along in the story- like flashfowards. I really enjoyed writing this one and hope y'all like the idea. Dk y I was so vague about ending it lmao.
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