'I Promise' {T.F. Fan Fiction} (COMPLETED) (EDITING)

Baby Trouble

Mia's POV

It's been about 2 days since we've been home, and might I say, it's better than I expected. Yes Nevaeh has woken us up at night, many, many times, but other than that, she's been really good.

My doctor told me that my emotions are a bit heightened, and he was right. I've been crying for no reason, laughing the next, angry, it's all weird, and I don't know how Tanner is surviving right now. I walked into Nevaeh's room, and gently took her out of the crib. She was fusing a bit, so I thought I should calm her down. Tanner is out shopping right now, because my insides feel like jelly, and I won't survive walking around a store. I sat down on the rocking chair, and I slowly started to rock back in forth. This was how I got Nevaeh to fall asleep last night. I started to hum a bit, just so she would relax.

The truth runs wild
Like a tear down a cheek

Trying to save face, and daddy heart break
I'm lying through my teeth

This voice inside
Has been eating at me
Trying to replace the love that I fake

With what we both need

The truth runs wild
Like kids on concrete

Trying to sedate, my mind in its cage
And numb what I see

Awake, wide eyed
I'm screaming at me
Trying to keep faith and picture his face
Staring up at me

Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to heaven?
Without changing a part of me

How do I get to heaven?
All my time is wasted
Feeling like my heart's mistaken, oh

So if I'm losing a piece of me
Maybe I don't want heaven?

The truth runs wild
Like the rain to the sea
Trying to set straight the lines that I trace

To find some release
This voice inside
Has been eating at me
Trying to embrace the picture I paint

And colour me free
Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to heaven?

Without changing a part of me
How do I get to heaven?

All my time is wasted
Feeling like my heart's mistaken, oh
So if I'm losing a piece of me
Maybe I don't want heaven?

So I'm counting to fifty
Counting to fifty, counting to fifty

So I'm counting to fifty
Counting to fifty, counting to fifty

So I'm counting to fifty
Counting to fifty, counting to fifty

So I'm counting to fifty
Counting to fifty, counting to fifty

Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to heaven?

Without changing a part of me
How do I get to heaven?
All my time is wasted

Feeling like my heart's mistaken, oh

So if I'm losing a piece of me
Maybe I don't want heaven?

The truth runs wild
Like a tear down a cheek

I looked down at Nevaeh, and she was sleeping peacefully. I smiled, and leaned back against the rocking chair, it's surprisingly comfortable, but at this point, anything that I sit, or lay down on, it comfortable. Before I knew it, I had dozed off.

Tanner's POV

I just got back from the store, and it was dead quiet in the house "Mia? Babe, where are you?" I put the bags down by the kitchen, and I walked into our room. The bed was made, and no one was in the bathroom. I was starting to panic, I ran into every room. When I got close to Nevaeh's room, I heard light snores. I slowly opened the door, and there I saw, both my girls asleep. I smiled, and took out my phone. I took a picture of them, and posted it on Instagram.

"@ tannerfox: Found both my girls like this when I got home. Best way to come home @ miamariefox"

I slowly walked over to Mia, and carefully took Nevae out of her arms, careful to not wake her up. I put her back in her crib, and picked up Mia. She started to stir, and her eyes opened "Tanner?" "Yes" "Why are you carrying me?" "You feel asleep in Nevaeh's room, so I thought I'd put you in ours" "No, I don't want to go to sleep again, I want to hang out with you" I laughed. I brought her to the living room, and set her on the couch "So how was the store?" "It was good, got everything on the list. Oh, and your aunt is coming over, she wants to help with Nevaeh" Mia groaned "Why does she always think we need help?" "She's just worried about you. She doesn't know what it's like to have a baby, but she knows how to take care of them. She's like your mother, she hasn't seen a baby since you were born" She scoffed "Are you siding with her?" "No, I'm not, I'm just saying what she thinks" "I'm just tired of everyone crowding around me, can't I just get some peace?" I've been dealing with this, for the past 3 days, and I feel bad for her. She isn't usually like this "Mia" She turned around, her face has anger written all over it "WHAT?" I got up, and stood in front of her "You need a hug" Her face changed from anger, to disbelief "Are you kidding me?" I shyly smiled "Nope, come on, give me a hug!" She crossed her arms, and stood still. I rolled my eyes, and gave her a big hug. She didn't hug me at first, but all her anger, washed away, and she gave me a bigger hug. She started shaking, and I knew she was crying "I-I'm sorry, I-I flipped out" I put my hand on her head, and gently stroked her head "Shhhh, it's okay, I know you didn't mean it" She sniffled, and pulled away, her face had tears all over her cheeks "How are you still here?" "Because, I know that you don't mean anything you say, it's not your fault you're an emotional mess" She laughed weakly and kissed my lips "How did I ever get so lucky?" "I have no idea"