𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘, 𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗚 𝗨𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

The nights were endless and the wailing was repetitive, but they were the only thing that kept away the nightmares; they were the reason I hadn't jumped up in my sleep, petrified for my life. They would never know this, they didn't need to.

I had only gotten up in the night to help out once or twice, and funnily enough, the boys loved me. They'd stare up at me with those massive brown eyes and I'd wait for that toothless grin they'd let spread across their faces. Within minutes, they would usually be flat out, but tonight Michael had decided that he wanted to fuss continuously throughout the night and morning, meaning when my alarm clock went off at 8 this morning, my eyes were already open whilst I listened to my dad try to calm the younger boy down.

Today me and my dad were attending a meeting at the school because he had somehow convinced the principal to allow me to rejoin school for a few days a week. So, my mum would be on her own with the boys whilst he and I were out, and I didn't trust her.

I rang Jon at David's house, the couch being his new bed for now.

"You have to come over and help her. I'm worried she will just leave them all day and Michael is on one..he won't stop crying Jon, I think.." I turned my head towards my door as I heard quiet shuffles, turning back around when I heard the bathroom door shut. "I think he's got colic or something.." I jumped the gun and put a diagnostic on my nearly two month old baby brother.

"It'll be his heart, Kim. It doesn't help that mum isn't feeding him the right way. He shouldn't be getting bottle fed." Jon was right and my mother knew the truth as much as we did, she just couldn't have cared any less. "I'll come over soon." He agreed to my pleads before the line went dead and I got up to get myself, Michael and Andrew some breakfast, washed and dressed for the day.

"Hello, gorgeous boys." I opened the door to my parents bedroom and spoke to my brothers in a cooing baby voice. "Hello." I said again to Andrew who's cot was on my mothers side of the bed, poking him very gently on the belly with my finger. He smiled up at me and wiggled his little body around, not being able to do anything. I smirked at his actions and picked him up along with his pacifier.

I could already hear all of my British friends crying in England for the fact I used pacifier and not dodey or dummy. What they didn't know would never hurt them.

Once me and my father had put them down stairs and fed the pair of them, the front door knocked, and I had assumed it was Jon.

"Morning, son." I heard my dad greet him, shutting the door so quietly I couldn't have heard it even if I tried. "She's in there." His voice sounded again but closer this time.

I looked up at the door frame from my kneeling position on the ground, feeding Michael at the time my eyes looked up and met Eddie's. I could've burst into tears right then and there, which I had fought so hard not to do so.

"Hello, Sweetheart." He greeted me in his husky voice, his hair shoved into a low pony wearing just gym shorts and a white plain shirt with it.

I never responded to his greeting, I just stood up instead and linked my arms around the back of his neck before he guided my thighs to sit against his stomach and my calves to rest on his back.

"I'm gonna leave you two to it." I heard my dad mutter quietly from the doorway to the lounge before he trotted off somewhere in the house.

"Fuck. I've missed you so much." Eddie murmured to me as I connected our lips peacefully, trying to intake every inch of his skin against mine.