"Laundry day?" His mom smiles walking into the house. I smile back and nod picking up the clothes from the surrounding area. "Is he home?" She comes around at least twice a week to visit and check in, my parents only come when I ask. I think it's sweet that his like to visit so much.
"Yeah he is, he's just giving Noah a bath." She nods assisting me with my laundry pick up.
"This has always been my least favourite part of the house work." She chuckles. It's not a hard task to hate. My mother made me start doing my own laundry at eight, Weston did his and my laundry until he moved out. He did everything for me until he moved out. My parents never liked either of us as much as they liked James.
"Mine too, Shawn does it most days but I offered while he bathed our boy." I smile at his mom and soon he appears behind me.
"He doesn't want clothes," he shakes his head and chuckles at the blanket he's had to wrap around our baby. "He's very aggressively rejecting clothes." He smiles while his mom takes the baby.
"Will you go and throw on the load? I'll get him dressed." I smile walking to grab him some clothes.
"I'll do the laundry, she says, don't worry about it, she says." He huffs taking the basket picking up the last of the clothes and headed to the laundry room.
"Thank you." I giggle calling after him getting a muffled groan as a response.
"I just wanted to check in," his mom follows me into our sons room, Shawn will be off to pick Skylar up any minute. She's been at school and from what I've been told she's more than nervous, about something. I'm not sure what though. "But if I'm imposing on your night?" She questions softly.
"You're not imposing, it's all just really chaotic right now. Things will be a little calmer when you put your clothes on mister." I shake my head at the baby boy on the bed in front of me. "Stay, I'm about to start dinner." I nod as does she.
"Thank you, for everything." She smiles walking over. "It helps if you distract him." She hands the child a toy. "The he doesn't realize, and he won't even notice." She hands him to me once she has his pyjamas on.
"You should come over more often." I chuckle as does she.
"I live in Pickering," she rolls her eyes. "You live in the middle of nowhere."
"But it's beautiful." I suggest almost carrying my baby boy towards one of the many, many windows that creates our house. Shawn knows that I love nature, and outdoors and taking pictures and he built the house around that. He built the house for me, because I had to birth a baby girl without doing anything at all, and I had to fight for my life. Three days spent in the ER and six weeks of recovery before I could even hold her. He built a bond with the both of us stronger than any bond I could've had with any other human being. "If you walk down far enough in our backyard, there's a beautiful lake."
"It's her favourite place." My Baby girl nods hugging my leg before she's off to hug her grandmother. "Hi lovey," she smiles kissing her cheek.
"Hello gorgeous." She smiles bringing the sweet little girl into our room to run a bath. She knows the drills, she's here too often not to. We give her a bath every day right when she comes home from school, and Shawn's mom loves sitting there with her to talk about her day and her life and whatever else.
"Look who's got some clothes on," Shawn giggles and holds our boy high in the air. "Somebody's all clothed." He smiles bringing the boy down and giving me a soft kiss. "Should I start cooking too?" He teases and I roll my eyes.
"I was putting clothes on the baby, you failed to do so." I argue. "I think you can handle pressing a few buttons."
"Why can't you just do it?" He groans throwing himself towards the washer.
"Because I had to put clothes on the baby." I urge and he rolls his eyes throwing it all into the washer. "Come on," I groan nearing him.
"Come on my ass," he huffs walking quickly towards me. His late strides make me nervous and I start to slowly back up. "Why can't you just do the laundry." He presses a kiss against my lips. "It's just laundry."
"He's only dressed." I roll my eyes taking the giggling boy from Shawn's arms. "Isn't that right giggles?" I kiss his little cheek while Shawn rolls his eyes, yet again.
"And giggles trumps, lover." He shakes his head brushing past me heading into the kitchen. "Another point giggles." He shakes his head cutting up some vegetables and chicken. "I'll cook tonight." He nods.
"Come on babe, we're supposed to be happy." I hum kissing his neck while he finally finishes with the knife. He had me kind of scared, but he cooks his best when he's mad.
"Why do I always have to be so fucking happy?" He shakes his head a little looking at the horrified look on our sons face. "Maybe I don't have any fucking thing in this world to be happy about." He turns to cook his minced vegetables and chicken.
"You have me daddy," Skylar waddles over very slowly her hair still wet from her bath. "I make you happy." She smiles hugging his leg. "And mama makes you happy too."
"You do make me happy baby girl, very very happy." He nods kissing her head.
"And mama too, don't forget about mama. And Noah, and lovey." She nods.
"Mama and Noah make me happy too." He nods sharply. "And lovey is the only reason I'm here and can be happy, so she makes me the happiest." He smiles kissing our daughters head again.
"But not happier than me." He's so mad at me, and over the damn laundry. He doesn't deserve to be angry about that. He shouldn't have the right.
"Never," he smiles while she giggles trying to help him with the food. "Should I make rice?" He kisses her cheek pushing me to the back, this is what he feels. Like he's become second, or even third best to these children. Not to mention all of the nights a week that I'm out with my friends instead of with him, instead of being in bed with him while him and our kids watch movies and play games.
"Yeah daddy," she nods cuddling him. "Rice would be yummy with supper." She nods.
"Can I do anything?" I smile.
"No, there's nothing else I need." He shakes his head setting our little girl to the ground. "Skylar can you run and get me the tin foil and a spoon?" He smiles. "You can make the rice while I work on the rest."
"I thought there was nothing else you needed?" I near slowly and he puts a hand out.
"Nothing needed from you."
