Hacking Alderson

//Chapter 16// Mama Lexi (Part 1)

"So I'm guessing they don't like pizza." I explain. "Do you think they're developed enough to differentiate taste?" Elliot asks. "They're like 3 months old." I answer. "In womb years thats -3 months." He replies. "I guess you're right." I agree. "But I swear they kick more." I say. "Maybe it's possible. You never know." He replies. Flipper finds a spot and circles it. "Can we go back the other way?" I ask. "It's longer." Elliot warns. "I know. I don't wanna go home just yet." I reply. He smiles, "If you want." He says. Flipper finishes and we start home. I lock my arms with Elliot's and lay against him. "Are you cold?" He asks. "No, I just like holding your arm." I answer. "You're really protective, you know that?" I ask. "You're suposed to protect what you love." He answers. "I'm glad you're getting into the father mentality because I have a surprise for you when we get home." I say.

I open the box revealing the baby dolls. "I ordered these yesterday as part of our parenting class. They're supposed to be just like regular babies." I say. "This will give us 6 months of practice before the babies are born." I explain. He laughs. "What?" I ask. "Nothing, you'll see." He answers, warningly. "Noted." I reply. I dress the babies in their provided clothes and lay them in the cribs they came with. They instantly start crying, screaming demonically to be more specific. I pick one up and it spews something at me. "Looks like it came with projectile vomiting." Elliot says. "That's okay. We can deal with it." I reply uneasily.

(Elliot POV)

Lexi's dolls have been crying every 30 minutes for 2 days. The worse part is that her mom came and got her for a girl's day out leaving me to care for them. She'd get upset if she came in and they were in soiled diapers crying their little robotic lungs out but I've changed and fed them 5 times since she's been gone. I've had all my clean shirts puked on and a concerned neighbor came over to check on them. If they were my actual kids I'd be sure they need a doctor, I'm contemplating taking their batteries out until Lexi comes home. The dolls suddenly go silent and I sit up. Just as I breathe a sigh of relief they play the funeral home sound. I get up and see where their eyeballs rolled over revealing  X's.

(Lexi POV)

I come in to Elliot pacing the floor, shirtless and looking like a tall cold glass of lemonade. "Hey baby." I say. We kiss and he embraces me. "Have I ever told you you have beautiful eyes?" He asks. "Yeah?" I answer. "Well I'm reiterating that." He says. "Your flirtatious attempt to hide something isn't working babe." I reply. "But I will say you did good taking care of the babies, they're not crying or anything." I say looking over to their cribs. "Yeah, about that..." He begins as I walk over to them. "ELLLL!!!!" I say. "I didn't know they could die I swear." He responds. They have overdramatic X's over their eyes, and play a funeral tone when I pick them up. "You didn't even try to take care of them?! They're deader than alternative rock!!" I say. "I did but they kept using their diapers and throwing up." He replies. "That's what babies do!" I say. "No Lexi you don't know how they were. They'd cry every 30 minutes, exactly." He replies. "Elliot you were supposed to take this seriously you won't be able to ignore crying, or diapers, or throwing up in a fews months!" I say. "Lexi!" He responds with some bass in his voice, instantly silencing me. "All those dolls did was give you a false sense of what it's like to be a parent to twins. If this is about you being scared or nervous then I understand but I know when the twins come we'll be ready. You take hours of classes a week, I watch you practically rip your hair out worrying about getting everything they'll need when there are people who did less than half of what you do and they turned out to be perfect parents." He says. "Please don't let this stress you, it's bad for the babies." He adds. I sigh, "If you believe it than I will to." I say. "Do you wanna maybe see what I bought?" I ask. "Sure." He answers. He sits down on the bed. "So I got some baby clothes, they had some cute girl outfits." I explain showing him the array of dresses and bows I bought. "Then my mom went to Victoria's and somehow convinced me I'd be able to wear this." I say showing him a slip and lingerie set. "Why wouldn't you be able to wear it?" He asks. "Because I have stretch marks Ell. They aren't cute." I answer. "I wouldn't mind." He replies smiling. "You say that." I say. "I mean it. I'd love to see you in it." He replies. "Please put it on, for me?" He asks holding my hand.

I ease out of the bathroom and shut the door. "You look amazing." Elliot says. "I don't know. It doesn't cover much." I reply turning to him. "It's not supposed to." He reminds. He wraps his arms around me, "Now we can begin the process of taking it off." He says peppering my neck in kisses.