another request <3
"Lily!" You shout, calling for your toddler. She comes running through to the living room, head to toe in every colour imaginable, giggling, "Why's there paint all over the lovely new white walls?"
You moved a couple of months ago, from a small flat to a huge house with more space than you know what to do with. It's taken you this long to get just half of the decorating done, the downstairs is immaculate but the upstairs is still in need of plenty of work. After some debate, you and Sam settled on neutral walls with colourful furniture to accent. The huge windows let in plenty of light so your living room is wonderfully spacious and bright. It's perfect for a hyper little kid like Lily.
She shrugs, her eyes not quite meeting yours, "Dunno."
"You sure?" You ask. It's obviously her, but it's better if she learns to admit when she's done something wrong, "You're not in trouble."
Lily grins, a smile that's unmistakably Sam's lighting up her blue eyes, "Wasn't me."
"Can you help me clean it up?" You're already exhausted from arguing with her all day. Whenever Sam's out, she seems to become a completely different child.
She pulls a face, "No."
"Howay sweetheart, it'll only take 5 minutes," You try and reason with her. She's been defiant and miserable all day, not listening to a word you say. Nothing you've tried has got her to listen, not even bribery with Oreos. Lily's a daddy's girl through and through, adoring Sam and everything he does. Every time he goes away on tour, she begs relentlessly to be allowed to go. Sam finally caved this year and let her tag along for the festival season. Glastonbury was absolutely mental and she loved every second.
But today that Lily's gone. Instead, she's been replaced by a demon child who simply refuses to listen to anything you say.
"No, I don't want to!" She snaps, scowling. "Dad never makes me tidy up.
That's because Dad's never home, you think but don't say. "Well Dad's not here right now, so could you help me clean up please?"
"I wish it was you who was always away and not daddy." Lily sulks, "I don't love you, only love Dad."
In that moment, as those words leave her mouth, your world stops. It feels like a knife in your stomach. "Go to your room."
She slumps off surprisingly without any pushback. Once she's slammed the door to her room, the tears start to fall. Being a mother is harder than anything you've done before. You don't know what to do. Growing up, you had no siblings and barely had any experience with kids. Sam's a godfather and uncle to 5 in total, giving him an immediate advantage over you when it came to the knowledge of babies and children.
As you cry on the sofa, feeling like a failure, the familiar dial tone of FaceTime rings out. Yours and Sam's relationship wouldn't survive without it, both of you taking comfort in being able to see each other regardless of distance. What it doesn't provide is the comfort of physical touch that Sam often aches for, especially when he's stressed, anxious or depressed.
The distance at the moment is about 5 miles seeing as he's set up a recording studio just down the road, in an old garage. Usually, you'd go along with him, but you've got loads of work to catch up on.
You do your best to dry your eyes and answer his call.
"Hiya, love!" He smiles. Sam's face falls as he takes in your tear-streaked face, your eyes red and puffy, "What's happened?"
You sniffle, "Nothing. It's fine. How are things with you? How's recording going?"
"Y/N, I love you, but you're a shit liar. And I don't like seeing my favourite girl upset, what's going on?" He frowns. "Hey, come on, talk to me."
Normally, it's the other way around. Your Sam's rock, he said so in your wedding vows, usually the one bringing him out of his mind and back to reality. "It's nowt."
"If it's mad you cry, it's clearly not nowt. We're pretty much done for the day here, should I come home?"
You shake your head, "Don't. You're busy."
"You're my wife and the mother of my child. A couple of songs can wait." He hangs up and you let out a sob. While you were on the phone with him, you were doing your best to hold back the tears, but now he's gone you just can't stop yourself.
Less than 10 minutes later, the door opens and Sam rushes over to you, immediately peppering your jawline with kisses. "Now," He says, his hands resting on your waist, "What's ganning on?"
"Just... Lily." You look away, your eyes not meeting his.
He presses another kiss, this one to your forehead, "I'll talk to her. You're the best mam in the world, remember? Never ever forget that you're doing an amazing job. I'm the luckiest bloke in the world that you agreed to marry me. Even if you lied and said you didn't remember the next day. But we got married and then you carried my child. I couldn't love you more. I'm so proud of everything you do."
"I love you too," You breathe, your words cut off by Sam's lips meeting yours.
When you ask for better than a storm
When you feel like you're aloneListen for me comingThrough the echoesThrough the echoesThrough the echoesStraight to you
