Mr. Player's Kids

Mr Player's Kids: Chapter 7

Mr Player's Kids: Chapter 7

What are the things that remind us that we're living?

A good book? A song you couldn't remember you knew? The feeling of rain on your skin or sun in your hair? Happiness. Happiness reminds us that we are alive.

But loss? Loss reminds us that we are alive.

Loss stabs us in the chest and tells us- Yes. This is life. Nothing is fair. Everything is hopeless. And you and everything you love will someday be nonexistant, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.

The range in which these emotions shoot out at you are particularly brilliant. Happiness was the first one I was able to experience:

I woke up in a dizzy euphoric stare. It was bright, and my head was pounding but the room was unmistakeable. I was in a hospital room, which only led me to believe that I was there for what I had been waiting months for.

I clutched my stomach, noticing a change in the way it felt. The baby was here already, and I had missed the entire thing.

I sat up quickly, letting out a slight scream as pain shot through my lower back, pulling me back to the bed.

"Emma!" Chase yelled as he ran through the door to my side, putting his hands on the sides of my face, searching for a sign that I was okay.

"Where is my baby, Chase? Where is my baby?"

{6 MONTHS EARLIER

"Congratulations guys, it's a-"

"Stop!" Lucy yelled, pushing the computer screen out of our view.

"Lucy, what are you-"

"Can we just have a surprise, for once? I've never had a real surprise, Mommy usually gives it away. Can this be a surprise? Please?"}

"He's fine, Emma, he's perfectly fine."

"He? It's a boy? Did you say we have a boy?"

A smile spread across his face, "Yes, Emma we have a boy. But I've cried enough today don't make me cry more."

I laughed quietly and reached up to kiss him, smiling against his lips. There was a feeling, an inexplicable feeling that something was not completely told.

"Can I please hold him?"

Chase nodded and walked out of the room, coming in again slowly, cautiously. There was a bundle of blankets in his arms, it was hard to imagine a baby being somewhere in there.

"You have to support his head when you-"

"I know, Chase, don't worry." I rolled my eyes, holding my arms out for the mass of soft blankets.

"Are you sure you're not too tired or-"

"Chase, I spent 9 months waddling to hold this baby, I'll be just as careful with him as you are, please let me hold my baby."

He gave a small sigh before slowly moving the baby into my arms. I wish I could say he fit there perfectly, but the amount of blankets around him weren't doing anything for the moment. He gave a small fussy noise as I sat there holding the baby + blanket mountain in my arms, before shaking my head and pulling them off of him. We both seemed relieved as I saw his face, and he opened his eyes slowly, looking back at me. I didn't feel empty with him in my arms. But there was still a pit in my stomach, I couldn't understand why I wasn't completely at peace.

"He's perfect. He isn't like anything I could have expected. He's- he's perfect." I whispered as he wrapped his tiny hand around my finger. "You didn't name him without me did you?"

"No, but I saw your list before, and I looked at him and I just had a moment where I thought I knew his name, without even thinking."

As much as I have tried avoiding cliché circumstances for as long as I possible could, I was starting to realize how pointless it was to dodge then as I let a tear come down my face with a smile.

"Tobias."

"That's exactly the name."

This was my family, my own. I couldn't think of a single thing I wanted to do with my life that didn't have them etched into the picture. In that moment there were so many things I didn't know (including the date), but they were trivial compared to the reality I was experiencing. And another piece of reality I knew I was missing...

"There's something else, isn't there."

Silence.

"There's something else, Chase, and I swear if you don't tell me now I'm go-"

"There's another."

The breath I had left had escaped, and I didn't have the mind to ask again, to possibly question what he had just meant.

"There's another baby, Emma."

Author's Note: Wow, what a long awaited update. I'm embarassed at my terrible ability to keep up with this story but trust me- now that I've got this chapter up I know exactly where this is going to go- and it's no where near over yet. IMPORTANT: I've also been considering changing the title of MPK to something less revealing (since we all know Emma's got two children now oh my), and something a bit sweeter. If anyone has any ideas at all feel free to share. I read absolutely every one of the comments that are posted on this story and appreciate all of them- they are the reason I keep updating after such a long time. Thanks for reading and supporting MPK! -bella