Will We Talk?

84- Trigger (Sam)

This was the fifth time I'd woken up in one night to cradle Zara and put her back to sleep, but no matter how many times I swayed back and forth or hummed to her, she just wasn't settling down for the night. Fortunately, though, it wasn't affecting Zander at all as he slept peacefully in his crib. It was affecting me, however, as Sam was deep in a slumber and I hadn't had longer than half an hour rest. And it was worrying me. Usually, it was Zara who slept the whole night, it was a known family fact, but it was constant.

"Howay darlin', just let us get some kip, aye?" I muttered, kissing her forehead gently.

I hummed to her, tried to feed her, offered her a dummy, but no. Eventually, I deemed it best to change her nappy then bring her into our bed. As I did so, she did slowly begin to settle down, relieving me a little from the stress of the evening.

The issue was that I didn't like the idea of leaving Zander by himself so I also carried him in, one baby on each hip. Walking into my room, I could hear Sam's light snores which made my blood boil. I've done all this work and he's slept through every single bit. Lightly, I placed the bairns into our bed, and made sure that Zara would settle. And when I put my head on my pillow, I realised how awake I felt.

No sleep for me tonight.

Sam's POV:

I flinched slightly at the sight of my niece and nephew next to me, rather than my girlfriend. There was zero sounds of movement around the house which made me question where Evie actually was. Last night, it seemed like she had quite a disturbed sleep since I felt the bed dip quite a few times. If the kids hadn't have been there, I would've searched to see where she was. And so, when they did finally awaken, I greeted them both and changed their nappies before putting one on each hip and approaching the living room.

Cautiously, I placed the twins on the floor to crawl around and quickly began my hunt for Evie, starting with the kitchen. On the bench, there was a cold mug of tea, acting as a sign of her prior movements, as well as an untucked chair at the kitchen table. Before going to look in the office, I checked up on the bairns before sprinting to the next room. However, when I was on my way, the door to the music room was slightly ajar and I could hear light breathing from inside. That means it's either my girlfriend or a stranger.

Quietly, I pushed the door fully open and slipped my frame inside and switched the light on. My hunt for Evie was done when I saw her body sit upright on one of the make-shift bean bags. Her eyes met mine and I could immediately tell that she'd had little to no sleep. The lasses eyes were puffy and bloodshot while her eye bags were larger than usual. She gave me a slight smile as she stretched the sleep from her body and rubbed her eyes.

"Morning, gorgeous." I smiled, offering my hands to help her stand and pull her into my embrace.

She collapsed into my arms and groaned a tired "Morning", although I had a slight feeling that this was just continuation of the day before for her.

"What's up? There's a cold cuppa and you don't have the kids." I questioned, rubbing her biceps gently.

She shrugged and hugged me tighter, "Zara was up non-stop."

"That all?" I didn't want to push, but the well being of my girlfriend was a priority at this moment in time.

"Mhm." she smiled before suggesting that we go see to the babies in question.

From that interaction, it was clear that having the kids around for two nights had completely worn her out and maybe even triggered her. When talking, it was like she was there but her mind was completely absent. It felt as though everything we were saying had flew over her head and it concerned me since she hasn't been like this in a long while and its difficult for both her and me to identify the triggers. That's what's so frustrating.

But I can never be frustrated at that girl- not for long, anyways. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me and there isn't any question about that. The first night I met her and said she was the prettiest girl in the North East, I meant every word I said and every action I did. Her gorgeous grey eyes, her long and curly hair, her freckles that run from cheek to cheek, her dimples that make me melt whenever she smiles, her small gap between her front two teeth that she's slightly conscious about, her amazing body, her scar across her chest. They were all enough to make me fall in love with her all over again. If you had've asked me years ago whether or not I believed in love at first sight, I'd have told you to fuck off and get a life, but after getting to know Evelyn Victoria Jonston, my perspective has changed entirely. I want to marry her, to have a family with her, to take her to my concerts, to be with her every living day. I want to do life with her. And life means the ups and downs.

It was clear her energy was low when looking at her with the twins. This time yesterday, she was playing peek-a-boo with Zara, but today she's stood in the living room just watching the pair with an unreadable expression.

Bailey: Is Evelyn alright?

Sam: Not really, why like?

Bailey: Thought as much. She's not answering her phone

Sam: I think shes struggling

Bailey: Two nights too much for her?

Sam: Seems like it

I'm pretty sure that my messages to Bailey alerted him and Yvonne to come home because within half an hour, I watched Yvonne's thin body exit her car and approach the apartment complex. I couldn't bare the thought of her weak body walking up all of the stairs and so I went down to collect her.

Upon sight of me, her eyes lit and she smiled, "Hiya." she pulled me into an embrace.

"Y'alreet?" I greeted, bending my elbow for her to link onto, "Evie's just having a sit down."

"I feel bad for her, I thought having the twins would cheer her up." she explained in defeat.

"It did for the most part." I shrugged, "She's just tired I reckon."