But Baby 2 (Brad Simpson Fanfic)

Chapter 27

I lean against the dining table, watching as Thomas as he tugs loosely on Daisy's hair, while she makes Ellie's lunch. I was told to rest, and let Daisy help out, but it felt more like she was taking over my role. Jo was asleep, after being awake all night, Ellie was insistent on dressing herself for her nursery, and i felt useless.
I attempted numerous times to hold Thomas, but he would fuss until he was away from me, he seemed much more content sitting on the floor than being held by me. Ellie drifted between me and Daisy, requesting multiple tasks off either off us, but ultimately wanting to do things alone or with Brad. Jo slept and cried, only settling when she was fed, changed and warm.
Brad was away for most of the day working, only appearing early in the morning and late at night. We barley smiled at each other, let alone spoke, we both drifted around the house trying to avoid confrontation.

I stepped into the hallway as i heard Ellie clambering down the stairs, dragging her small backpack behind her. Daisy followed behind me quickly, causing me to roll my eyes. Once Ellie reached the last step, she jumped down, a smile spread across her face.
"Do you want me to do up your shoes baby?" I ask, as her feet slip in and out of the patent shoes. She nods, flopping back down onto the step, wafting her feet in my direction. I crouch down in front  of her, and sticking the velcro strap down. I hear some shuffling from behind me, and a voice speak "Ellie, you can do your own shoes"
Ellie's head perks up and glances over my shoulder "I want Mummy to do them"
"But you're a big girl now"
Ellie's head sinks slightly, and her gaze locks onto my eyes. I quickly do up her other shoe, and grab the backpack resting on the step behind her. "Come on Ellie, i'll walk you to nursery, yeah?" She stands up, and grabs my hand, resting her head on my thigh. "I'll be back soon" i smile at Daisy, before leading Ellie out of the house.

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As we walk down the road, Ellie's feet patting against the floor, i turn my head to watch her. Her hand clung to mine, her head swaying from side to side, her hair brushing against the bag on her back.
"Is Daisy nice?" I ask, and watch as Ellie turns her head up to face me, she watches me then shrugs
"Do you like her?"
"Daddy does" she mumbles, leaning her head on our clasped hands "Sometimes she's mean"
"What does she do baby?"
"Sometimes she shouts because I can't do something and because Thomas won't sleep"
"Does Daddy know?" At this point, Ellie falls silent again, and simply shrugs. I chew on my lip nervously, the idea that there is more to Daisy than the surface, begins to scare me.
I get Ellie to nursery then walk home in silence, really needing to figure out what Daisy's true motives were.

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I run my fingers through Thomas's tufty hair as he sleeps next to me, he lay on his stomach, his hands resting above his head. His head was nestled into my duvet, a blanket draped over his legs. "Hey, Zoe" Brad's voice grumbles, swinging the bedroom door open,
"Sh, He's sleeping" I furrow my eyebrows at him, as he frowns at me
"Oh sorry, have you seen my phone charger?" He whispers, stepping into the room and closing the door behind himself, i shake my head, turning my attention back to the sleeping body next to me.
"Brad, i need to talk to you"
"Oh ok, what about? " he asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his teeth pulling at his lip.
"Daisy, look-"
"Zoe, Daisy won't ever take your role as the kids mum, she's said she thinks you're worried about it, and honestly it'll all be ok"
"No, no thats not it"
"Zoe, its alright, i know you're finding it hard, look, i need to find my phone charger, and bath Ellie" he smiles at me one last time before standing back up and leaving the room,
"I think your girlfriend is scaring out children, but ok" i mutter to myself, rolling my eyes.

Maybe i need to take action into my own hands for a change.
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Im going to kill everyone in my group chat
Me and my best friend realised we've never
Fell out so when we turn 18, so long as we never argue we're going to get matching tattoos (aka the nandos chicken)