Tragedy to Love

Twins

*1 week later*

Rosie’s P.O.V.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose as the cries became louder and louder.  Harry had gone away with the boys for the weekend. They said they needed ‘time to talk about the tour’.  I was  pretty much pissed. He left me alone with two babies that are only a week old. We got in a huge fight last night before he left and he hasn’t called since.  I wasn’t going to call him though… he pulled a dick move by leaving me. He knew damn well I couldn’t do this on my own, but it seemed like he didn’t care… that the boys were more important than his own kids.

I walked over to the one crib where little Jonathan was crying. I picked him up and rocked him back and forth slowly trying to calm him down. I pushed his itty bitty curls back and looked down to see his eyes closing. I smiled and placed him back in the crib. I walked over to Darcy who had not stopped crying since Harry left. Darcy had really stuck onto Harry. He was the only on that could calm her or get her to eat or do anything for that matter. She was a daddy’ girl. As for Jonathan he was without a doubt my little boy.  It’s not that he didn’t like Harry… it was just when I would hold him he wouldn’t fuss but when Harry did and I was in the room he would whine and whine. It was quite funny how the twins took a liking to each of us individually. Darcy continued to screech and cry for the next 45 minutes into my ear before it turned into a slight whimper and then all together stopped. Thank goodness. I decided to place her in the same crib as her brother. As soon as I put her down Jonathan reached his tiny little hand over placing it on hers. Adorable.

I walked over to the couch and sat down sinking into it. I sighed as I laid my head back closing my eyes. I hadn’t gotten any sleep last night, between the crying from the babies and myself. Just as I was about to drift into sleep there was knock at the door. Almost immediately the babies woke back up and began to cry, I groaned getting up and walking over to the door.  I opened the door and there was Harry’s mum. “Hey love!” She smiled grabbing me into a hug.”

“Uh hi!” I smiled back.

“Sorry to just drop by. I just came by to give Harry something.”

“Oh Harry left for the weekend.” I scoffed rolling my eyes.

“He what?” She gasped.

“He left me and the babies for a weekend with the boys. He left last night and comes home tomorrow night.” I laughed as I sat back down on the couch.

“Wow. I can’t believe my Harry did that.”

“Yeah neither can I. We got in a huge fight last night and he hasn’t called since. The babies haven’t stopped crying. I’ve been feeling sick all night and today.” I rubbed my head in frustration.

“Come here darling.” She came and sat next to me giving me a hug. I just rested my head on her shoulder and sighed. “Don’t worry I would love to help you out. I have nothing to do after all!” She laughed. “Now let’s get these babies to quiet down.”

“Good luck with Darcy… Harry’s the only one that can get her to calm down!” I said standing up and walking over to the crib of crying babies. Harry’s mum walked over and picked up Darcy, the babies eyes watery and red from crying. She rocked her back and forth humming a little tune and Darcy became silent.

“What’s that you’re humming? It sounds like what Harry does…” I looked at her as she held the baby, captivated at how she managed to calm her down.

“It’s a little song I used to sing to Harry when he was this little. It always worked.” She looked up and smiled sweetly at me. “Now hun, I will watch the babies for a bit… you go get some rest and when you wake up we will go out for lunch. Gemma is home for the weekend and I’m sure she would love to come!” I nodded and thanked Harry’s mum before walking into my bedroom. I slipped into bed still in my pj’s and closed my eyes.