Sight Of Love

Doing My Part

I lie down, enjoying every moment as I sink into my mattress. I close my eyes, taking in every deep breath as I can. I soon hear tad footsteps along with cooing. I quickly open my eyes, looking over to see a mini figure. The figure waves at me as it chews on its other tad, small hand. I rub my eyes to revive my vision as Philip is standing there, holding his teddy, Fred. "How did you get out of your crib, little one..? " I say in a soft tone. "Mama." He replies. I shake my head and scoff as I hold out my arms. "Slep with you, sisser? " He asks, walking over to my bed. I nod and lift myself up just to the right position to pick him up and lie him close to my warm body.

I rub his back as I cover ourselves both up with my blankets. He coo's as I snuggle him up, feeling the connection of warmth between our bodies.
The things I'd do for this child is absolutely bazaar. He's my little best friend and I'm his, I hope that later Ian will be grown and they'd be best friends.

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I put my hair up in a claw clip as I hum, enjoying every moment of the houses silent. Mom is sleeping in her bed, Philips in mine and Ian is in his crib. Dad is out, working his ass off as I am. I tip-toe downstairs, entering the kitchen. I open up the cabinet, grabbing some O's cereal. I slowly take out the milk and bowl, being as quiet and slow as I can possibly be. I dump the milk into the cereal bowl, grabbing a spoon and quickly shoving the O's into my mouth. I exhale a what felt like a long hold. I close my eyes, satisfied by the cereals taste inside of my mouth.

The phone rings, I quickly run over to it. "Hello?" A similar voice appears behind the phone. "Hey..?" I say, very confused. "Oh, yes! Hey, Fiona. It's the girl next door, Brooklyn. Are you okay? You haven't been at school..?" She quizzes. "I'm fine, thanks for be concerned. My mom had her baby. " I chuckled. "No way, boy or girl? Omg what's their name? " She quickly responds, "Ian, Clayton Gallagher. He's kinda cute. A small, well mini little red head. He's being stubborn but I think I can handle it for 18 years. " I whisper, curling the wired line connected to the phone as I lean against the wall, "How's Mrs. Gallagher?" She asks. She sounded more concerned which made me chuckle. "She's okay. She's been in bed the whole time she's been back from the hospital. " I say, "How's Fiona Gallagher? " Brooklyn asks. Im sure she was grinning behind the phone. "She's okay. Haven't had time to catch up on everything. At least she got some good naps." I giggle.

"I've had some good naps too. Your keeping me up all night though. I can't stop thinking of Halloween night, was that.. true or was it just those drinks? " Brooklyn would grin and giggle. "It was true. I just haven't had the chance to show you, yet. " I'd bite my lip, twirling the wired line again. "Will you be at school tomorrow?" She shyly questions. "I hope. " I shake my head, "Well, night Fiona Gallagher. " She responds. "Night, Brooke. " I smile.

I put the phone back on the wall, sighing as I press my head against it. "Jesus, I'm stiff. " Mom groans, waddling to the fridge. "Mom? How come you haven't been up these past 5 days?" I ask, following her to the kitchen. "Im sorry, baby. I know it just be hard but I'm struggling. I'm exhausted. " mom shakes her head, speaking in a raspy voice. "I know mom. But I'm struggling and stiff too. I haven't got any sleep. I've only got naps and that's it. I've missed 4 days of fucking school mom. I know your hurting but dammit mom at least help your fucking daughter. " I scoff, "I'm sorry. I'll have grandma and pa come and take him for a bit. " she sighs. "Mom?! Are you even listening to me? Spend time with your fucking newborn son for at least 15 minutes. I can't just always be here for you and neither can gran and pa. Take care of him. " I whisper-yell, expressing with my hands.

"Jesus, Fiona. Is this really how to treat your mother? Fuck! " She whisper-yell, taking a bite of a banana. "Excuse me? Is this really how to treat your daughter? I did my part, now you do yours! " I yell in her face, completely ignoring the babies upstairs. "Fiona! Your an 17 year old woman, if you wanna take care of them, do it! Either ask for help instead of " completely doing things yourself", ask people to help you for gods sakes. Your mother just gave birth to a fucking baby. A baby that's been inside her for 9 fucking months and you've only been taking care of my children for 5 days. 5 days, Fiona. " she whisper-yells in front of my face now. "Okay-" I back away, not wanting to anger mom too much, not wanting to cause the babies to wake up. I exit the kitchen, walking off to my bedroom.

I've had enough.

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Hey y'all!

Changing the authors note up a bit, hope you don't mind.

Who do you think is in the wrong? Who do you think should be in care of the babies?

Hope y'all enjoyed!

- Xx, zee