Falling Apart

Chapter Two

Alyssa's POV

We get home and I already know Matt is still at work because it is only a little after three and he doesn't get off until five. Just two more hours until I can see my manly angel.

"Mommy, I'm hungrwey," Quincy says to me as I set him in his high chair.

"I know baby, that is why I am getting you something to eat."

I open the fridge and take out the apple juice and turkey. Next, I grab a bottle from the cabinet, a plastic plate and Cheetos.

I pour some apple juice in the bottle and place it in front of Quincy on the table connected to his high chair, which he takes and begins drinking. Cheetos get poured on the plate and I put some chicken nuggets in the oven. While the nuggets are cooking, I make myself a turkey sandwich with mustard and Colby jack cheese.

"Food!" Quincy yells.

"Now do you want a time out?" I ask with a stern voice, walking towards him. He shakes his head. He knows when I get into my stern mommy mode to not mess with me.

I check the chicken nuggets ten minutes later and they are done. I place some on Quincy's plate when they are cooled off and he begins eating, looking satisfied now that he has something to eat. He is most definitely my child.

The front door opens and everybody except Matt comes piling in. Grace and Jack G look like the only ones who are sober. The rest are completely wasted.

"Heeey Alyyssa, youu look greatt," Jack J slurs.

"Why areee there threee of youu?" Tori asks.

"Grace, can you watch Quincy. I will go put them down; I don't want them anywhere near him like this." Grace nods and I take Tori to her room. Next, I take Jack J to Tori's room. Then I take Nash to Grace's room. They all pass out once I lay them on the bed.

I go back to the kitchen to see that Quincy has finished eating and Grace now has him on her lap while she sits on a chair in the dining room. I look through the fridge again because I am craving peanut butter and pickles.

While I am eating peanut butter covered pickles, Grace looks at me with disgust. "What?" I ask her.

"That is disgusting," she says.

"You try to be pregnant," I say sassily and she shuts her mouth.

"Hey Alyssa?" Hayes calls as he walks into the kitchen. He has been in his room all day most likely since he was in there when I got home with Quincy.

"Yea, Hayes?" I ask.

"Can we get a new house?" He asks.

"Why?"

"Because I don't have a good room. Since I work at the hospital in the cafeteria wing they said I could transfer if we moved to a different city," he replies.

"I have to think about it. I can't decide on that just because of you when there are multiple other people here," I say and he nods, taking his phone out and walking into the living room.

"Do you want to move someplace different?" I ask Grace as I see she was somewhat into the little exchange between me and the younger Hayes brother.

"Yea, I would love to live in Indianapolis," she replies honestly.

"That doesn't sound like too bad of an idea," I say and she gives me Quincy.

"I need to pee."

I set Quincy on the floor and he runs around the kitchen. I begin to clean up his mess and when I am done, I put Quincy down for his nap, turning on the baby monitor and leaving his door cracked, the lights dim.

Yes, five put to sleep, now only two awake, and those two will not bother me.

I set on the living room couch and stroke my belly. I can't believe how big my belly is once again and I can't believe that I am going to be having another child. Maybe moving somewhere else would be a good idea, as if we are almost getting a fresh start. I mean, Quincy has to share a room with me and Matt, and now we are having another baby who will need a room. We don't have enough room in this house for us all.

I watch an hour or so of tv until Matt finally arrives home.

"Hey, babe," I say, pecking his lips.

"Hey," he says.

"I was wanting to talk to you about something." I take a seat on the couch again and he sits next to me.

"What's that?" He asks.

"How do you feel about moving to Indianapolis?" I question him.

"Awesome," he says. "Why?"

"Well, Quincy doesn't have a room and we are having another baby so I was wondering if you and me could go up there I find a place this weekend," I reply.

"Sounds good." He kisses my forehead. "I need to go shower." He gets up and goes to our room to shower, as I hope he doesn't wake our son up.