YN Miedema : The painful and hard truth

Part 1: Little Smart Arse

Viv POV:

As I made my way downstairs, the echoes of my footsteps resonated against the wooden stairs, punctuating the soft hum of the morning. The early rays of sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the cozy chaos that had become our home since Yn's arrival. I stepped into the living room to find my fiancée, Beth, cradling our incredibly overtired six-month-old daughter, Yn. It was a sight both comforting and chaotic at the same time, with Beth's gentle demeanor contrasting sharply against Yn's growing cries, signaling that we were in for one of those tumultuous days. Beth looked up, her eyes weary yet brimming with love, as she muttered something about the 'smart-arsed' nature of our daughter—a phrase I had come to associate with Yn's clever resistance to sleep. She knew exactly when it was time for a nap, even if her tiny body was ready to collapse from overtiredness.

Our mornings typically followed a predictable rhythm, one that we had tried to perfect over the past months, but today felt different. The weight of Yn's cries hung heavily in the air, and I could tell that all the cuddling and rocking Beth had done had gotten us nowhere. We both exchanged knowing glances that spoke volumes about our impending struggle; we would spend the entirety of the day gently trying to guide our daughter into slumber. We contemplated what to do next, finally agreeing that our best shot might be to settle her in her buggy while we tried to fit in some training.

Just as I was slipping into my attire for training, Beth placed Yn into the buggy and began pushing it rhythmically back and forth, hoping that the movement would lull her to sleep while I hastily dressed beside them. The sound of Yn's whimpering and the rhythmic squeak of the buggy wheels filled the room, lending it an almost serene, albeit tense, atmosphere. After I got dressed, I took over the pushing while Beth slipped into her workout gear, but Yn was not having it today. She squirmed and let out little frustrated wails, her cute face scrunching up in protest.

Eventually, we decided the fresh air might do her some good, so I carefully put Yn into the buggy and we headed to the park nearby. The gentle breeze outside was refreshing, the kind that whispered promises of tranquility, but the further we walked, the more it became evident that Yn was determined to withstand any sneak attack on her nap time. I could see Beth's patience thinning as she pushed the buggy slowly through the park, and I felt a mix of admiration for her steadfastness and sympathy for Yn's stubbornness, traits she evidently inherited from both of us. Our daughter had a knack for being willful, a quality that we both revered yet knew would create challenges down the line.

After a short while, we hopped back into the car and made our way to the training centre. As we arrived, I spotted Jonas, our manager, who immediately came over with his usual bright smile that set both of us at ease. He informed us that Vic, our teammate who was currently injured and unable to partake in rehab, would watch over Yn while we trained. We both readily agreed, feeling a sense of relief wash over us at the thought of a familiar face taking care of our daughter. We exchanged a quick kiss goodbye with Yn before Jonas led her toward the gym where Vic awaited, cradling a few toys to entertain the little one.

I greeted my teammates with obligatory smiles and small talk, all while a knot of worry tinged my stomach. I made my way into the meeting room, and my heart did a little leap when I spotted Yn nestled snugly in Vic's arms, her little mouth agape in peaceful slumber, the earlier chaos a distant memory. I approached, crouching down to maintain eye contact with Vic. "How's she doing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the tranquility that had enveloped her. Vic smiled reassuringly and replied, "Just a few tears and then she settled down and well... fell asleep again." I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Vic's nurturing spirit, feeling very fortunate that she was willing to watch over our baby.