Your Child Gets Hurt And He Freaks Out:
ETHAN:
While you were in the midst of spring cleaning, your husband, Ethan, and your 6-year-old daughter, Gracie were playing outside. You were in the middle of wiping the countertops clean when Ethan burst into the house from the backdoor carrying your daughter as she wailed in pain. Your heart began to race as you dropped the dish towel and ran over to the pair. "What happened?" You ask frantically, looking from Ethan to your little girl several times. "She was playing in the tree and she fell." He explains with a shaky voice, sounding almost as upset as she did. "Why weren't you watching her Ethan?" You spat, not trying to hurt his feelings but he knew how she was. She was like him, adventurous and always up to something. You were constantly worried.
After two hours in the hospital, you found out that Gracie had only sprained her ankle and would have to wear a brace or two weeks, but that was all. Ethan sat in the waiting room since for whatever reason in the world, the Doctor only allowed one parent in the room. You talked to the Doctor some before helping her limp out into the lobby where Ethan was waiting with his face in his hands. "Daddy look, I got a sticker!" Gracie beams, hobbling over to show him the strawberry scented sticker the Nurse gave her for being good. "That's great sweetheart, are you okay?" He asks, rubbing her hand. "I'm okay Daddy. Doctor Patterson said it was, uhm." She stops, not remembering the word and looking up at you. "Fortunately, it was just a sprain and she'll have to wear the brace for two weeks and keep it iced." You explain, opening your purse and pulling out a few dollars. "Gracie, will you got get Mommy water and something for you from the machine?" You ask, handing her the bills and pointing to the drink machine on the other side of the room. She agreed and wobbled over to it.
You sat in the uncomfortable chair beside him and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers and running your thumb over his knuckles. "I am so sorry. I shouldn't have let this happen. I was sweeping the patio and I heard her say my name and when I turned around she slipped and I wasn't close enough to catch her..." He trails on, breaking into tears. "E baby, it's okay. Accidents happen and I'm sorry for yelling at you. I was just scared at the moment. I know that if you could have prevented it, you would have." You coo, stroking his hair and kissing his temple. "I promised when she was born that I wouldn't let anything happen to her, and I did." He whimpers, finally turning to look at you. "Ethan, what did you expect? She's your daughter, and she's just like you. I'm sure your parents went through a lot worse with you and Gray then we're going to go through with Gracie." You laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "I just want to be a good Dad and help her with everything in life." He sighs, wiping his eyes. Before you could comfort him farther, Gracie waddled toward you with her arms full, holding water and a Gatorade. "Daddy, can you open this?" She pleads sweetly, holding the red drink out to him. "See hon, you always help her without even knowing it. You're an amazing Dad." You prove, kissing his cheek. His face lit up at the thought of her needing him and twisted the orange cap from the bottle. "Thank you, Daddy!" She squeals taking a long drink. "Anything for you my love." He hums, watching his little girl in awe.
GRAYSON:
It was a bright an early Sunday morning and all thoughts about sleeping in were washed away when your twin boys Eric and Oliver started crying from the nursery across the hall. Before you had the chance to get up and get them, Grayson was already out of bed and walking out the bedroom door. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and waited for him to return. A few minutes later he came back with a twin tucked into both of his arms with bottles in their mouths. "Good morning I guess." He laughs, looking at the clock that read 7:18 am. "Good morning to you too handsome." You smile, taking one of the boys so he could sit down comfortably with the other.
As usual, their bottles were bone dry within the first 20 minutes and now they were wide awake and roaming around the bed. They'd gotten quite good at crawling, putting you and Grayson both on your toes. "They're growing so fast." You pout, blocking the side of the bed with your leg. "I know, before we know it they're going to be running in opposite directions and we're going to be screwed." He laughs, setting Oliver in his lap. "We're getting old my love." You laugh and roll Eric into the middle of the bed. "24 isn't old, okay?" He states, making a face at you, causing a laugh to escape your tired lips.
"I gotta use the restroom. Do you want me to take one of them with me?" You ask, sliding off the bed and fixing your shorts that had ridden up through the night. "No, I can handle it. Right guys?" He asks, holding Oli in his lap and pulling Eric toward him. "You're positive?" You ask, knowing he had trouble juggling them both when you were away. "Babe, we'll manage for the two minutes you're gone." He encourages, shooing you off. You nodded hesitantly and went to the bathroom. Ever since the boys were born you swore they fucked up your bladder. It was like you were pregnant again with how often you needed to pee.
You were washing your hands when you heard a thud, a loud cry, and quick shuffling. Expecting the worst you ran out of the bathroom with your hands still slightly soapy and saw Grayson sitting on the floor cradling a screaming baby in his arms while the other sat and watched in curiosity beside them. "What the hell happened?" You ask, suddenly angry with him. It was an unusual feeling since you never got mad at Grayson but knowing one of your babies was hurt switched you into full Mommy mode. "Oliver crawled to one side and I went to grab him and I didn't see Eric on the other side and he slipped off the edge." Grayson says hurriedly, holding the infants head up against his chest while he cries slowly died down and only sniffles remained. "I thought you said you could handle them, Grayson." You say, still slightly angry and taking Eric from his arms to investigate for any damage. "I-I can. It was an accident." He stutters, grabbing the other baby who now decided to cry since his twin was. "Clearly you're not capable of being a Dad." You spit venomously. You could practically see heartbreaking from your words, which you instantly regretted. "Grayson. That's not what I meant baby, I'm so sorry." You quickly apologize, watching tears well into his hazel eyes. He didn't say another word, he just stood up and set Oliver in your lap, and left the room.
An hour later you came downstairs and saw Grayson sitting on the couch with his cheek propped on his hand, staring at the uninteresting carpet. You sighed and set the boys down in the playpen before walking over and curling into his side. he didn't acknowledge your presence and kept his eyes fixated on the floor. "Baby, I swear I didn't mean what I said, it was the worry talking. I know you did your best and I understand that you're outnumbered with both of them. Believe me. I had to pull an earring out of Olis mouth the other day and then a battery out of Erics the same minute. You're a fucking amazing Dad and the boys and I love you more than anything in this world. Please don't take anything I say angrily to heart, okay?" You ask, tugging on his shoulder, in hopes he'd look at you. "Is he okay?" Grayson breaths out, glancing at the playpen where the boys were climbing on top of each other and smiling. "He's perfectly fine, just little bump on his head." You assure, rubbing his bicep. "I'm so sorry." He says, now looking at you, his eyes full of sorrow. "Don't be. You did what I probably would have too. Plus, we both need to realize that there's going to be a lot more bumps and broken bones in our future. I mean look who their Dad and Uncle are." You laugh, pecking his lips. "I love you, and our boys." He smiles, kissing you back. "I love all my boys." You smile into the kiss, happy with your life.
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