Stay (The Kids Aren't Alright Sequel)

Chapter One

Chapter One

They'll write a story of the lives we lived

Fucked up kids

It was a cold Monday morning in late September when I was woken up by the sounds of a screaming baby. It was a sound that I had grown more than used to in the past four months since Elijah had been born, but that didn't mean it didn't wake me up in the morning. I let out a small sigh, blinking my eyes open as I rolled onto my back. Oliver's side of the bed was already empty, probably meaning that he'd gotten up to get Elijah... Or that he was just in the shower. When Elijah's crying didn't stop, I finally got out of bed and trudged down the hall where his room was. Shortly after Elijah was cleared to leave the hospital in America, Oliver and I had taken him back home to England where Oliver had bought us a small apartment just a few blocks away from my parents. It was nice to have them so close, especially when Olly had to go back to America for a few weeks for his band. Elijah was sitting up in his crib, something he had just recently started to do on his own. I greeted him with a small smile before reaching into the crib. He instantly cuddled up into my shoulder, his little fists gripping my t-shirt as if it were a lifeline.

"Good morning bear... I got you." I whispered, kissing the side of his head as I walked out of his room. His cries had already quieted down to sniffles and by the time I had reached our bedroom, Elijah had stopped crying completely. He had just wanted someone to cuddle with, something I knew he got from Oliver. I climbed back onto Oliver and I's bed, placing Elijah on my chest as I closed my eyes again. Elijah was already falling asleep, which was to be expected. He did this every morning, waking up around six because he was alone. He didn't like to be alone, which I was sure would be a problem some day in the distant future... but for now I would take as many baby cuddles as I could. It was a few minutes later when I felt the bed dip a little, a sign that Oliver had returned to bed.

"Did he wake up then?" Oliver whispers after I opened my eyes. I let out a quiet hum before nodding.

"Yeah... He always does, he's basically our own personal alarm clock." I whispered back, already closing my eyes again in hopes of catching a few more minutes of sleep. If we were really lucky, Elijah would sleep until around seven before waking up again because he was hungry.

"I heard him crying, but I was on the phone with Tracy." Oliver says, cuddling up into my side as he rest his head into the crook of my shoulder.

"What'd she want?" I asked, leaning my head against his. Oliver lets out a small sigh before he replies, his voice tired.

"She was just calling to confirm studio days and tour dates... Just official stuff that I don't need to worry about for another month or so."

"She's not as bossy anymore."

"That's cause she's finally getting laid again. It's a miracle what that will do to a person." Oliver chuckles and I tried not to roll my eyes. The room fell quiet after that, the three of us falling asleep slowly again. It wasn't very long before Elijah started to squirm around, waking me up in the process. I tried not to coo at how cute he was, his nose scrunching up in frustration as he started to wake up. I sighed, looking over at Oliver who was still fast asleep against my shoulder. I slowly moved off the bed though, holding Elijah against my shoulder as I stood up. Oliver let out a sigh, his nose also scrunching up before he went back to sleep. I walked out of the room and into the small kitchen where Elijah's bottles were. We were slowly moving him to baby food, but he wasn't really ready for that yet. He was a little slower in development than other babies, Uncle Jack said it was due to the fact he came two months early though. I placed E.J. in his high chair, trying not to cave when his face completely crumpled at the fact I wasn't holding him anymore. He didn't really like his high chair, he honestly preferred being carried everywhere... which I was sure wasn't a good thing, but I really wasn't complaining.

"Look what I got!" I said in a overly excited tone, producing one of the bottles that had his breakfast in it. Elijah's sad expression disappeared almost instantly as he started to make grabbing motions. I tested the temperature against my wrist before handing it to him, he needed my assistance in holding his bottle though. Once he was finished, he gave me a gummy smile and I kissed his cheek. He let out a string of giggles at that, grabbing at my face as I leaned in to do it again. I did this several times, loving how it made him smile and laugh. I lived for moments like this, more than happy to make my bear happy. So would Oliver whenever he was home.

He was our everything, and nothing was ever going to change that.

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AND THATS THE FIRST CHAPTER.

THEYRE ADORABLE AF.

THEYVE ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY THOUGH.

ANYWAYS. ELIJAH IS IN THE MULTIMEDIA

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