30 years ago
(A/N: I did change the time to match how old I think they are now it may not match all of the flashbacks, I think I forgot to add six years)Pregnant with Adam, Justin was one, Jay was four and Will was seven
Justin sat on my heavily pregnant stomach much to Jays dismay. I had been watching Justin for Hank and Camille, I didn't mind. They were a hug help with Jay and Will when I needed them. Plus it keeps Jay kinda entertained, Justin's one these only so much he can do. Bob was busy organising the nursery for our upcoming baby. "Mummy I wanna play" "I know baby but remember mummy gets extra tired" "because baby brother is stealing all of your life" I sigh confused I could not remember if I had said something along those lines and he just translated that. I had massive baby brain it's been bad. Truth be told I think it's been totally normal my four and seven year old just make me believe I'm stupid when they team up. "Baby isn't sucking the life out of me" "why do you get tired then" "how about we just go draw a picture Yes that's something we can all do" "I hate drawing" don't I know it last time I tried to get you to draw you pegged a texter at me. I think I still have a mark from it. He doesn't have the patients to sit down and make a drawing of any kind. I however want at least one picture from his childhood. "How about we make one picture you want to paint or draw and then we can go on the trampoline" "really" "yep it has to be a really good picture though one mummy can keep forever" don't be mad a me this kid was planning on drawing one lie and than wanting to jump on the trampoline. I had to make sure it was going to be a good picture not another line. Will wasn't like this at all he preferred to sit and draw. I will be using this drawing time to mentally prepare myself for jumping, hoping I won't pee myself or go into labor doing this physical activity.
I was laying on the trampoline, Justin was crawling around and jay was jumping and throwing balls at me. Honestly it's a pregnant woman's dream. "Are you ok" Bob asks I just nod thankfully the balls were all soft. "Want me to get you anything" "uh some of those waffle fries I love" I ask "you don't have to" "no your carrying my kid if you want waffle fries you are getting them want me to take him" "I would say yes but he won't leave his to much of a Mumma's boy to leave me even if his getting me food" he nods leaning forward a kissing me "want me to stop at the store and get you anything else" "honey the good kind from the farm it comes in like a bucket" he nods "I been eating it with everything it's the amazing honey and capsicums oh and I love honey and chips the salt and vinegar kind of you know dipping hot chips in honey" he laughs kissing my head "want me to take Justin" "no Henry will be here soon to get him...I'll be fine don't worry" "you call and I'll be be here before you can blink" I nod smiling groaning as a truck hits my head where did he get a truck from. "Jay we don't throw toys" I told him "it needs to be up there to" he pouts I knew he didn't do it on purpose just like not all the balls were being thrown at me, he was just trying to get it up here and his four year old mind was telling him to throw it. "I know but it hit mummy and it hurt and if it hurts Justin it could hurt extra bad" I said sitting up rubbing my stomach "I sorry" his lip wobbles as he rushes to me "mummy ok i didn't mean it did I hurt baby brother" he said quickly as he began to cry hugging me. I laugh "it's ok Jay I'm ok so is your baby brother" I assure my distraught boy "look" I grab his hand placing it on my stomach so he can feel the baby kicking. "Wow" his eyes wide with excitement. Justin babbles chasing after a ball "when is Will coming home Justin is boring" I laugh hugging him "soon" in reality it was two hours but I'm not crazy enough to tell my impatient four year old that. The kid thinks toast takes to long to cook.
I sat on the couch lazily with Jay snuggled into me. Justin asleep on the floor, don't worry his on blankets so it's not hard. The door bell rings and I have no intention of moving. My legs, back and feet were aching. I could hear Bob talking to Henry their voices getting closer. "Hey how are you" I tiredly said "good how are you getting close now" Henry said as Camille went over to Justin. "Yeah two more weeks didn't expect both of you" "yeah I got off early thought I would surprise him" Camille said smiling "if you need me to watch him I know how crazy he is" I glance down at my very tired four year old who's refusing to sleep "I'm good spent the afternoon getting balls throw at me as he tired to get them on the trampoline" I said sitting up making Jay sigh and pout. "Watch the movie I'll be back I'm just going to talk to your uncle" "why don't you tell me what's going on jay" Camille said making me give her a very thankful smile.
Bob already knew so he stayed with Camille to help keep him distracted. "What's up" Henry asked as he helped me sit on the deck chair. "Uh I" I rub my stomach "Pat wants to see the boys and I can't I'm pregnant" "you tell Bob this" Henry leans back sitting close by. "No I think you know what he as well" "You want me to send him a message" "I just need someone to tell me" "if that's what you want you should have got my wife" I sigh "Sam I tore you away from him barely alive" "his threatening court and I can't not when I'm about to give birth not when they are begging to see him" he sighs "I'll take them and pick them up if not me then I'll have Olinsky or someone do it as long as it remains the same" "they can never know what happened that night Henry no one can" "think you should tell Bob might help him understand" "we aren't together we are better as friends" "you moving out" "as long as he is comfortable with my other two boys here than so am I the moment that changes" "you move in with me and we will go from there" he told me sternly he was my family, basically the only constant in my life. Through him I have Camille who's the most loving sister I could imagine.
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Sprinkle of Happiness [2] Samantha Giselle Miller
FanfictionIt's been six years in the life of Samantha Giselle Miller