Day 5

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Sorry for the constant POV. She's kinda my main character.😊

*******Courtney's POV*********

I laid Moriah down on the couch to take a nap. After the whole test thing, she went into the Kitchen only to find Helen making tacos. The smell triggered her morning sickness and she started puking all over the floor.

After both Moriah and the floor were cleaned up, the tacos were burnt, both Joel and Luke were crying because, as they were running down the stairs wanting to watch Moriah puke,

(Boys🙄)

They both managed to trip and face-plant on the ground. So they had a few bruises on their foreheads forming. So we had Moriah, who was pregnant. We had Joel and Luke who didn't seem to have an off switch when it came to clumsiness. And then we had Sydney, Jude, and Phoenix, who just stood back and watched the fiasco.

Joel and Luke just kept crying. So I decided, instead of trying to calm them down, which was never going to happen, why not just let them cry it out.

Then I had an idea: Revenge

I pulled out my phone and started videoing what was going on. I got Joel and Luke crying over their bruises, I got Moriah softly sleeping with her Elsa on the couch, then I got Sydney, Jude, and Phoenix, who were playing in the playroom away from the disaster in the living room. I ended the video and thought to myself, 'revenge is gonna be sweet!'.

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That night.....

******Moriah's POV****

*****2:30 am******

I heard Crying! I didn't know who was crying, but it was sad.

I will go see who is crying. I got out of bed, because I wanted to make them happy again. I found out that Sydney was actually crying.

I walked into her room to make her happy.

"Syney? Wat wong?" I asked her. I poked her in the back to get her to look at me. She did look at me!

"Mowiah? Wat are you doing hewr?"

"I hewd you cwying! I wanted to make you fewl bettew." I said back. I gave her a hug, then sat down on her beanbag chair.

"So wat is wong?" I asked again.

"Oh, I just miss somewon. Dat's all."

"Who do you miss?"

*********Sydney's POV********

She kept asking me who I missed, but Aunt Courtney said to treat her like my sister.

"Um, I miss my mommy. And my daddy." I said, trying to be careful.

"I know whewe mommy is! I show you!" Moriah stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of bed. She dragged me down the hall towards the room she had been sleeping in. She pointed to Aunt Courtney.

"See? Dere is mommy." She whispered. I shook my head no. She looked at me sad, then nodded her head.

I shook my head again. "No, she ith your mommy. My mommy isn't hewe." I said.

"Den whewe ith she?"

"I don't now Mowiah. She dust has to come back soon."

"You want to pway wit me? Cause I'm no tiwed anymowe." Moriah said, walking towards the playroom.

"Wiwl we get in twouble?"

"I don'ts tank so." I shrugged my shoulders, then followed Moriah. I wasn't that tired either.

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******4 am*********

Courtney's POV*******

*crash*

I shot up in the bed, my heart beating fast. As I breathed, I looked over and saw Moriah wasn't next to me. Uh oh.

It was 4 freaking am!

I looked in the bathroom, but she wasn't there. That was good. That meant at least she wasn't puking. The boys were still sleeping, so we're Helen and David, and so were the OTHER boys. Sydney, however, wasn't in her bed. I grabbed a baseball bat from Joel and Moriah's room, and as I walked down the hall, I stopped for a moment.

What the heck is a baseball bat doing in their room?! Maybe for the same reason I'm going to use it.

I walked towards the playroom, where I heard the crash come from. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Moriah with an apron on and Sydney with a play menu in her hands.

"What are you two doing up?" I asked softly, so not to frighten them to much.

"Syney was sad! I had to make hew happy again!" Moriah said, a bit louder than I would've liked her too.

"Shhhh, Moriah, you'll wake the others. Sydney? What we're you sad about?"

She looked over at Moriah and I knew instantly what the problem was.

"Moriah? Why don't you go into the living room and pick out a Veggietales? I'm gonna talk with Sydney for a moment."

"I didn't mean fow hew to get in twouble." She said, defensively, as she started to walk out of the room.

"No, she's not in trouble, it's just my turn to help her feel better!"

That made Moriah smile. "Ok." Sh nodded and hurried away.

"Hey kiddo. What's up?" I said as I sat down in the little mini chairs that she had in the room. I quickly decided just to sit on the floor after trying to squeeze into the chair for the fifth time.

"I missed hew." She hung her head. I rubbed her back. "I had a dweam about mommy, me and daddy on theiw touw, and I stawted to cwy. Mowiah came in and said you wewe my mommy, then she dust wanted to pway. So I went wit hew." She started to cry again.

"Shhh, it's okay sweetie. I don't know what's wrong with them, but I'm sure it'll go away soon. Then you'll have your mommy, daddy, and Uncle Luke back! Doesn't that sound nice?"

She slowly nodded her head.

"Now, let's go keep Moriah out of trouble. What do you say?" I said, trying to sound cheerful. She nodded, and reached for the hand that I offered.

"Can I go get money fiwst?" She asked. I nodded and we went our separate ways. Her upstairs to get her monkey, and me to go find Moriah.

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******Sydney's POV*******

'Where is he?' I thought to myself. I needed Monkey. I looked in my room, but he wasn't there. I started looking in the other rooms, and I saw Monkey lying next to daddy. I picked him up and smiled. I quickly walked out of the room and headed to the living room.

'I wish my daddy was back.' I said to myself, before plopping myself next to Moriah.

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