Trez (and Others) One-Shots! (Requests Open)

Together

One-shot requested by austlly394 (on FanFiction.net). :D Trez, married with kids? Wuh-oh!

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She peers over the railing of the bridge and stares down at the dark waters beneath her. She grips the railing tightly with both hands, unsure of what she's doing out here. Her memories of the day blur. She cannot remember whether or not she had the chance to eat. All she can recall are the cries. The endless cries, the screams...They never stopped. She grips tighter.

"Trish!" a familiar voice calls out. She turns her head to the right.

There he stood, looking as disheveled as she, pushing the three-seater stroller with one hand, and holding their eldest's hand in the other. He rushes towards her, pale-faced and shaken. She watches him with her reddened eyes, standing still as he approaches. He parks the stroller nearby and bends down to whisper something to their eldest. Esmeralda nods, moving to stand beside the stroller to watch over her new siblings. Dez marches over to his wife, his emotions ablaze in all directions.

"I knew I shouldn't have left you alone!" he cries out, engulfing her in his arms. He pulls back, holding her by the shoulders as he examines her face. Exhausted, drained of color – weak. "What are you doing out here, Trish?" he asks, his shaky hands gripping her tighter.

"I...I don't really know, Dez. I just...I needed some air," she responds, pushing him off of her. "I still do."

"You left the kids alone! I came home and the babies were all crying, and Essie was there trying to calm them down by herself." Trish had been all over the place since she came home from the hospital. Her mood had been sour, and she would snap at him over the most trivial things. She would always look as if she was on the verge of tears, but, being the way she is, forces herself to hold it all in. She wouldn't eat, and her sleep patterns had been erratic. Dez had certainly been concerned, but he never figured it would go this far.

"Are you saying I'm a bad mother?!" she snaps at him. He jumps back, wide-eyed, glancing at the kids behind him. Esmeralda always seems so put-together, especially for a four-year-old, and this time is no different. She looks at her mother softly with her brown eyes, showing what could best be described as sympathy.

"N-n-no, babe, of course not, I just...I want you to come home with me, with us..." Dez walks towards his wife again, holding his hands out for her to take.

"Stay away from me. You did this to me," she spits, her voice like venom. She moves backwards as he approaches her.

"Babe...Baby, what are you talking about?" He drops his hands and quickens his pace and she turns around, getting ready to make a run for it. Just as she begins, she feels his arms wrap around her and pull her back. She struggles in his grasp.

"Let me go, you doof!" she screams. "I can't do this, I-I can't...I don't know what's wrong with me, Dez..." She breaks, the tears no longer restrained. She turns herself around in his arms and sobs into his chest, her hands grasping his shirt. He runs his fingers through her tresses, kissing the top of her head.

"You just had triplets. This happens to a lotta people after having a baby. And you had three in one go." He rests his chin on her head. "I read about this...It's called postpartum depression. Don't worry, we can get help. There are specialists for this sorta thing. And I'm here for you, you know that. You're not gonna go through anything alone."

"Dez, y-you know me better than most people. You know I'm not cut out to be a m-mother," she says, resting her forehead against his chest as the tears continue to silently fall.

"Trish, that's just the P-D talking. That's not true – just look at Esmeralda." He gestures back at the young girl watching over the stroller. "She's only four and she's already shown that she can be responsible. And that can't possibly be because of me. That was all you." Trish looks up to face her husband. He winces. She is the strongest person he knows. Seeing her like this shook him to the core.

"I can't handle three babies and her, Dez. I can't. It's only been two weeks, and I'm already losing it."

"That's not your fault, it's mine." He caresses her cheek lightly, wiping some of her tears away. "I promised you we'd be in this together. And so far, I haven't been doing my part."

"You were busy with those movie shoots–"

"–That's not an excuse, Trish. You have work, too, but you're managing it all from home and taking care of the kids. Heck, I can even take the kids to set with me if you need me to. In fact, I will. And we can hire a nanny or something to come in a couple days a week to help us out. You shouldn't have to feel like this is all on you – 'cause it's not."

"Daddy?" the four-year-old girl asks, pushing the stroller towards her parents.

"Gah!" Dez jumps, turning to her. "Esmeralda, you scared me. Don't sneak up on me like that!" Essie giggles at her father.

"Daddy, mommy, it's cold and I'm tired. I wanna go home. And Mitchell smells yucky, he needs a change." The little girl pinches her nose. Trish smiles down at her eldest daughter, walks over to her, and scoops her up in her arms. Essie rests her head on her mother's shoulder.

"I just changed Mitch! Are you sure it's not Azalea or Ignacio?" Dez asks her.

"I don't know who's who." Esmeralda mumbles. "It's the one with the orangey hair."

"That's Ignacio." Dez walks over to the stroller and lifts one of his sons up to his nose to check him. "Woo! Yup. Definitely Nacho." He sets him back in the stroller, and Azalea begins to cry. Dez sighs.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, Zay-Zay." He scoops her up and bounces her lightly in his arms. He looks up at his wife. "What do ya say, Trish? You might not be able to do this, and I can't either. But we can. Together." He pleads her with his eyes. She watches her husband with an amused look upon her face as her youngest spits up on his shirt.

"Babe," she says as she gestures towards the mess with her eyes. He looks down and pouts.

"Man! This is my favorite shirt." He sets the, now cooing, baby girl back down in the stroller.

"You really need me around, don't you?" Trisk asks, walking towards him. Essie had already fallen asleep on her shoulder. Dez cleans his shirt off with a baby wipe.

"Yes. And not just because of the kids. I love you." He leans down and kisses his wife tenderly on the lips. As they pull apart, Trish's faces scrunches up.

"Dez – have you been drinking the baby formula?" she questions him, accusingly.

"Uh...Define baby formula." Dez bites his lip. Trish rolls her eyes and backhands him lightly on the chest.

"Let's go home, you doof."

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I had a somewhat difficult time coming up with ideas for this one-shot. I figured this would work. I like the idea of them having triplets, ahaha, but that can't possibly be easy on Trish. Yeesh.

I hope you enjoyed it! More one-shots to come!