A Fairytale Ending: A Christina Grimmie & Bobby Plizak Fanfiction (trilogy)

Chapter 50

The next few weeks went by extremely fast, mainly because I was so busy. It felt like I hadn't just sat and held Zelda in months.

Because of this, Bobby was left to deal with at least two kids all day, and was expected to be on supper duty for about two and a half weeks.

I could tell I might've overwhelmed him when I came in the house one night. He had Zelda in one arm, she had a tear-stained face, and was stirring spaghetti sauce as Ness was crying on the floor about something. Just as I shut the door, the crying stopped, but another pot boiled over and started sizzling on the hot stove.

"Crap!" Bobby exclaimed, and I knew he had caught himself because the kids were around. Lucas went to hug him, as he'd been with me at work all day, but Bobby just patted him on the head before setting Zelda down and tending to the meal before him.

As soon as he set her down, Zelda erupted in tears. I picked her up and rocked her in my arms, hugging Ness as best I could simultaneously. Lucas began telling his dad and brother everything that had happened today, and Zelda stopped crying.

"Good thing Mom's home," Bobby said. "Who else would save the day?"

He'd usually be serious saying that to the kids, but today it seemed sarcastic. Like he was mad at me for something.

I remembered how we agreed years ago that we didn't want our kids to see us argue. Sure, it was bound to happen eventually, but we intentionally tried to keep our issues to ourselves when they were around.

After supper, I gave Ness and Lucas a bath each, leaving Bobby to tend to Zelda. I wanted more time with her in these weeks even though she wouldn't remember them. I spent time with the boys just giving them baths and eating with them. Zelda didn't seem to have as much time with me.

Nevertheless, the boys were bathed and ready for bed. Zelda was up with Bobby, most likely already asleep, and I was exhausted. Part of me felt like Bobby was, too.

"Hey," I said as I walked in.

"Hi," he replied, taking off his T-shirt and getting into the bed.

"I feel like we haven't had an actual conversation in forever."

"Yeah, it's been a while," he said. He was being really short with me, and not being very enthusiastic. It felt like he wasn't interested in the conversation.

I pushed it aside, blaming the fact that he must be exhausted and changed into his oversized T-shirt.

"Anything interesting happen today?" I asked softly, getting into bed.

"Well, Zelda cried all day instead of taking a nap, and because she was so loud, Ness couldn't sleep. Ness instead pulled every article of clothing he could reach out of his dresser and surprised me when I came to check on him. Zelda then decided that her swinging chair was no longer entertaining and cried every moment she could if she wasn't being held. So yeah, a lot of interesting things happened today."

"Sounds tiring," I said. "Lucas was really well-behaved today. I finished two songs and started writing another."

"Fun," he mumbled under his breath.

I couldn't hold it in any longer, I had to ask.

"Are you mad at me?"

He didn't answer.

"Why are you mad at me?"

"I've had no help around here for two weeks. The kids are getting ornery, and they constantly ask where you are. I don't know how I'm expected to make dinner when I'm supposed to be watching at least two of them, and I'm tired of being alone all day."

"It's just a little crazy right now-"

"A little? If this is a little, I don't want to see a lot. I don't think I've seen you for more than four hours a day for the past two weeks," he said.

"It'll slow down now," I said.

"That doesn't help me with the past two weeks," he replied.

Zelda started crying, but within two minutes of rocking her in my arms she was back asleep.

"Maybe we should talk about this somewhere else," I said.

Without a word, Bobby got up and made his way to the living room.

I followed him out, stopping to sit on the couch.

"Talk to me," I said softly.

And as if he'd been holding in anger forever, he finally said, "I just wish you would actually help me."

"What do you mean?" I asked defensively.

"You're never home! I'm here with at least two of the kids every day. I'm the one taking care of all of us!"

"You're the one taking care of all of us with whose money?" I asked.

"Don't even bring that up! You are the one that talked me in to quitting my job! It's not my fault that I'm taking care of everyone with your money!"

"The point is that I'm gone all the time right now so that we have money to take care of both of us and the kids. Trust me, if I could stay home every day, if I could help you with the kids, I would love to do it. But it just isn't possible. We need something to pay the bills, something to give the kids a future, to give us the chance to go out and do things as a family."

"You're never home," he said.

"I know," I replied. "And I wish that wasn't the case."

"I'd like some help with the kids."

"I'd like to help with the kids," I replied. "It's not my choice."

"I miss you, baby," he said softly, walking over by the couch.

"I miss you too," I said. "But it'll be better now. Things will slow down after today."

"Good," he said.

He sat next to me on the couch, putting his hand around mine.

"I'm really happy that I'll have more free time," I said softly. "Because you know what we could do with free time?"

I leaned over to him and placed my lips against his, kissing him very slightly. I pulled away and ran my hand down his bare chest.

"We have to be quiet," he whispered. "But I think now counts as free time."

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Author's Note:
If there are any mistakes, I'm sorry! I didn't get a chance to edit this chapter, but I hopefully will tonight!

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