The Academy

Forty

Tink:

"So, honey, why are you slamming things around?" Peter asks cautiously, rocking baby Sammie back and forth, drawing her closer. "She is throwing a fit about people caring about her. It makes me so angry," I say, dropping my bowl in the sink. "Nathan is awake," Logan says, rocking him back and forth, not bothering to look up. Sammie starts crying and screaming and Peter stops moving. "Shh honey. Daddy is right here," Peter says. "Unless you have boobs, that isn't going to help," Jean says, coming into the room and kissing my dad's cheek.

I groan. "Breakfast," Logan sighs. I groan again and stamp my foot. "Lets go upstairs, I am not exposing myself in the kitchen, no I'm not," I coo, rocking her as we leave the kitchen. I sing to her as we sit down. I hate breast feeding already. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," I sing, covering us with her pink blanket. "You make me happy when skies are grey," Peter sings, sitting down beside me with Nathan. "This is not okay," I say, closing my eyes. "Let's go home when you are done here," Peter says, patting my leg. I nod as he gets up and leaves.

After Sammie has finished, I cover back up and go into the kitchen. "Jean, I hate that," I complain. "I know, in like two months you can start with the formula," Jean says, kissing my cheek as she and dad leave the Institute. "Ready to go home?" Peter asks Sammie. I smile thinly, already feeling put to the side. "Yeah, I am, thanks for asking," I say shortly, putting both the carriers/ car seats on the table. "Hey, I still think your great. Peter does too, he just has Dad goggles on right now," Jace says, hugging me after I put on my hoodie. "Swing by after you pick up Rose. My uber big television needs watched and my uber awesome couch needs to be sat in," I say, hugging him back and kissing his cheek.

"Alright, Nathan, you get the blue one. Sammie, you get the pink one," Peter says, placing them both in their car seats. "How stereotypical of you," I mutter, tucking Nathan and Sam in with blankets around their seatbelts. "Don't worry guys, mommy will go out tomorrow and buy all new covers. How does green and orange sound?" I ask, Peter just smiles and kisses my cheek as I pick up Sam's baby cradle and he picks up Nathan's.

We get back to the house, surprised to see a girl with brown hair, and green eyes working at the register. She has a vest that says The Thorn and she is wearing slacks. "Sarah?" Peter asks, setting Nathan's cradle up on the counter. "Oh my god, I thought I was the only immortal kid!" She exclaims, coming around the counter and hugging him. "You're married? With kids?! Great job little bro!" She exclaims, looking at his hand and back at me. Little brother?

"Tink, this is my sister Sarah, Sarah this is my wife Tinkerbell," Peter says, stepping aside. I put Sam's cradle next to Nathan's and smile as she hugs me. Thank god she is his big sister, she is drop dead gorgeous. "Oh my god, I was about to be very insecure," I mutter, looking at Nathan. "I guess beauty just runs in the family, Tink, you and your kids are beautiful!" She says, looking at them. Oh my Lord, her smile seems to shimmer. Nathan smiles back and Sam looks at Peter. Her eyes start watering and Peter practically runs over. "It's okay baby. Daddy didn't go anywhere," Peter says, picking her up.

"If you need anything, we are right upstairs. Literally anything at all, my number is right there on the sticky not behind you do not hesitate to call, we'll be right upstairs," I say with a smile and I pick up Nathan. "Thank you so much, it was nice to meet you. I'll put the cradles right behind the counter so you can get them when you need to," she says as we go upstairs.

"I'll get the holy water, you get the silverware. We'll test her at lunch," Peter says, setting Sammie in on of the rockers in the corner of the living room. I set Nathan, who is asleep again, in the one beside her. She seems to settle after realizing she is with her brother and I smile up at Peter, turning to the side and putting my arms around his neck. "Hi there," he sighs, putting his hands on my waist and gently pulling me closer. "We are officially parents, living in our own apartment that run a successful book store. Peter, we're living the dream!" I say as he rests his forehead against mine. "That's great love, but I am so tired. I'm going to go take a nap. Wake me when they are awake," he says, kissing my cheek and going into our bedroom.

"So I decided to come early because I was bored at the Institute," Jace says as he just waltzes right into my living room. "Okay," I say, not caring. "Gosh, how long are those two supposed to sleep?" Jace asks. "16 to 17 hours a day up to four hours at a time," Peter calls from the bedroom. "I thought you were sleeping," I groan, going into the kitchen. "Well I can't when I can hear you talking to pretty boy in the living room," Peter says, coming back out of the bedroom and reaching around me for the coffee pot. "Look, you need sleep, and we can just watch a movie or something if that makes you feel better," I suggest, turning around and laying my head on his chest. "No way. I am not leaving you in the same room as pretty boy, especially while your sister and him are fighting."

"They need couples therapy," I joke, hugging Peter and going back into the living room. "I know right," he replies with an affectionate eye roll. "Look, Uncle Jace is actually getting some attention," I say, watching Samantha stare at him. Jace notices the mention of his name and looks up. Samantha starts crying when he looks back up at the television. He looks at her and she stops. "Alright sweet pea, I'm coming," Jace says, turning off the t.v. and crawling over to the rockers. She smiles largely at him when he picks her up and moves her to his lap.

She starts whining again and Jace laughs, taking off his leather jacket and picking her back up. "You are so high maintenance, just like your mommy," Jace says, holding her against his chest. "They like being held against your chest so they can feel your heart beat. Those were some of the only sounds they heard before they were born," Peter shrugs, laying down more baby knowledge that I didn't know he possessed. "When did you learn all this?" I ask, picking up Nathan and bouncing him a little. "When you were asleep and Jean was talking nonstop about how she was worried about you. She would spit out random facts in the middle of talking."

For three hours we sit on the rug in the living room with the twins asleep the most of the time. During The Sorcerer's Stone, Nathan falls asleep laying in Peter's lap, and Samantha in Jace's arms. Half way through The Chamber of Secrets Jace complains that he is hungry. "Right, lunch," I say. "Do you need help? I can move Nathan over," Peter says. "No, you sit there with him. Lemme do Sarah first, then I'll make your guys' lunch when I come back," I say.

Humming as I go, I start making her lunch, grilled cheese with french fries. Holy water in one of the 'make believe' goblets. They are from one of my favorite movies and its real silver so yeah. Jace is standing behind me as I move around the kitchen. "How do you feel about Sarah?" Jace asks, handing me the salt. "I'm okay, she worked here before we lived here," I shrug. "That isn't what I meant Tinkerbell," Jace sighs. "Oh. Umm she's cool," I say, tying my hair up. "That's not what I meant either, you are avoiding the question."

"She's his sister, but he has always said he was an only child. She is gorgeous and uh, they look alike, but not alike at the same time. They don't look like siblings but more like friends that get mistaken for siblings so often they just went with it," I say in one breath. "So the second that they get closer then they are right now, you are going to be engulfed in jealousy, I know you and I know what happens when girls get closer to Peter. When the movie is over I need to go get Rose," He says. I nod, opening the door with my elbow and going down stairs.

"Lunch is served," I say, placing her lunch by her register. "Thanks," she says, digging in. Okay, so she is okay with salt. She drinks some water and is okay. "You look disappointed, was she alright?" Jace asks, handing Samantha to me. "She was fine," I grumble. "Hi baby," I sigh, bouncing her slightly and sitting down beside Peter. "Listen she is my sister," Peter says, placing an arm over my shoulders. "You always, Always!, say you are an only child Peter," I say. "I thought she was dead Tink," he reassures me.