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9 Bringing Your Child Home For the First Time

Luke: "Is she ok?" He asks as you pull her car seat out of the car. "Luke, she was fine thirty seconds ago, she is fine now," you huffed as you walked into your house. "Did we set up everything?" He asked as you walked into her bedroom. You looked at the mahogany crib with the white sheets you had picked out two weeks before you were due and the purple curtains and rocking chair you had as a child in your own room. "I think it's perfect," you said as you took her out and put her in her crib. She yawned and held onto Lukes pointer finger. "She's perfect," you said in unison.

Ashton: You followed Ashton as he carried your son into the house. "And over there is the kitchen. You'll spend a lot of time as a teenager there. And over there is the tv. You'll spend a lot of time there with me. And up here is your room. You'll sleep there a lot, but not with me because that's wrong." "Ashton stop corrupting our son. He's only a week old." You leaned against the door frame and watched as he showed your soon around the room, eventually laying him down in his crib. "I think I tired him out," he chuckled as your son started snoring loudly. "He snores like you," you whispered, feeling his soft head. "He does that weird leg thing you do," he whispered back.

Michael: "I got her," you said as Michael parked your car in the drive way. You pulled your daughter out of the car seat and cradled her tiny body close to your chest. Michael walked over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist and resting his cheek on your head. "She has your lips," you whispered. He brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face. "She has your nose," he said while caressing her cheek. "She's gonna be a wild child," you said as you started walking to the house when she yawned. "Oh, so I'm gonna have to deal with two of you?" You could hear the smirk in his voice and you could only laugh. "You know you love us Clifford!"

Calum: You had brought your son home earlier in the day an you were still tired from the C-Section you had done. You looked at the clock, awakening from your three hour nap and saw it was eight at night. You should go and check on your son, seeing if he needed feeding. You made it down the stairs carefully, not wanting to hurt your stomach more than it already hurt. Looking around the kitchen, you noticed the baby formula was gone Then you heard singing coming from upstairs where your sons room was. You made your way back up and noticed Calum sitting in the chair with a bottle in his hand and your sons tiny hand pressed against your husbands bigger one. He was singing a soft lullaby and you watched your sons eye lids slowly flutter shut. Calum pried the bottle from him and put him in his crib, kissing his head softly. "You're the best," you whispered as he turned around, smiling when he saw you.