Jesy's Little Girls (Little Mix Adoption Story)

Chapter 6 - The Funeral

Jesy's POV

I woke up before the girls, surprised that they were still asleep, they only woke up once in the night and I assumed that after last nights meltdowns they had exhausted themselves. I sat on the chair at the end of my bed, wanting to be there when they woke up, laughing to myself that they had both slept in my room and I had been in the guest bed. I mentally prepared myself for the days events while I waited for the girls to wake up.

Me: "Good Morning angel," I said, as Olivia sat up rubbing her eyes. "Did you sleep good?" I said opening my arms letting her sit in front of me.

Olivia: "Uh-Huh" she said wriggling.

Me: "You're little sister's still asleep, do you want to go downstairs, I think the others might be down?" I asked, just as I heard noises from behind us turning around to see Eloise squirming around the bed. "Oh-maybe not!" I said giggling, tickling her slightly. "Good Morning princess," Eloise sat up elephant in one hand, blanket in the other, hair messy and eyes still sleepy.

I helped her off the bed, and we all walked downstairs, it had only just gone half past 7. Both girls sat quietly, Eloise sucking her thumb watching as I cut some fruit and heated three breakfast muffins that I had made previously for a warm, quick breakfast. I could almost sense their hesitation, anxiety as they knew what the rest of the day would hold. They had never been to a funeral before, most 7 and 5 year olds haven't and while they hadn't wanted to talk to me about their nerves, I knew that they both had them. 

Me: "You have to have eat something," I said after Eloise had sat firm in her seat refusing to even touch her breakfast for at least 10 minutes. "How about just your fruit," I practically begged, Olivia had already eaten hers and was sat in the living room with the television on playing with her toys. Leigh-Anne appeared in the kitchen, sitting next to Eloise attempting the old 'here comes the aeroplane trick' but Ellie wasn't having any of it. 

Eloise: "No, no," she said frustratedly, wriggling to get out of the chair, as silent heartbreaking tears began to roll down her cheeks. I guessed that the tears weren't to do with the food, but nerves about the day not knowing what would happen, it was normal, natural, but I still wanted her to have something in her tummy, it would probably make her feel better.

Me: "Please, baby, just a little something for me?" I asked, while guilting her into eating was not going to be finest moment I was just as frustrated as her. There was something more going on in her head, she just couldn't tell me what it was and it was coming out as a meltdown over some melon. Eventually, she gave up, knowing that I wasn't going to stop and she ate her way through the majority of the fruit. "Good girl, thank you," letting her off the chair where she sat quietly next to her sister in the living room.

The funeral wasn't until 2pm and I had planned on leaving the house just before half past one, the church was only about a 15 minute drive, but I didn't want to risk being late. I let the girls play until 11 in their pyjamas, when I decided it was time for a bath, dressed, hair, lunch and time to go. While neither fussed or argued when I asked them to come upstairs with me, as soon as the door of my room was shut, and it was only us. Olivia began stressing biting her thumb and Eloise sat nervously rocking, thumb in mouth, elephant under arm as I ran the bath. Leigh-Anne had to go back to her apartment to get some clothes appropriate for the funeral, she was going to come back before we left to drive to the church with us. 

Me: "You can have a shower if you like Livy, when Els has had her bath," I said, knowing that the older sister liked that and the little bit of independence might make her feel better.

Eloise: "I wanna shower too," she said quietly, not looking at me.

Me: "Umm, you're a bit little baby, maybe another day with my help, okay?" I said, I didn't know when children normally started showering, but I made a mental note to ask google later on. She huffed pouting but didn't argue, I was glad I didn't need a meltdown over a bath as well as breakfast this morning. "Do you want me to come in too?" I asked, we had had fun the other day, when I sat in my bathing suit in the bath with her. She nodded, a small smile appearing on her face, as she stood up taking my outstretched hand and following me into the bathroom, where the bath had almost filled up.