Emilie felt redundant, Eliza took up responsibility for teaching her brother new things. She came home excited to tell him all she learned, giving guidance when building block towers and reading to him to help with his language skills. Patrick watched her leave for school, arm stretched high, waving frantically, and when she was due home he waited by the same window, nose pressed against the glass. The few hours Patrick was alone with Emilie, he had the attention span of a fruitfly, eager, excited and engrossed until another toy caught his eye or he was hungry. Unlike Eliza, Patrick ate anything, or at least tried, Emilie gave up her clean house, a quick dust or hoover was sufficient. His mouth chewed books, cushions, cables, the latter panicked Emilie since he had sharp teeth and she worried he would electrocute himself. Rylan’s answer was to muzzled him, a comment which made her and Ziva concerned and pray he meant it in jest.
Emilie felt redundant, Eliza took up responsibility for teaching her brother new things. She came home excited to tell him all she learned, giving guidance when building block towers and reading to him to help with his language skills. Patrick watched her leave for school, arm stretched high, waving frantically, and when she was due home he waited by the same window, nose pressed against the glass. The few hours Patrick was alone with Emilie, he had the attention span of a fruitfly, eager, excited and engrossed until another toy caught his eye or he was hungry. Unlike Eliza, Patrick ate anything, or at least tried, Emilie gave up her clean house, a quick dust or hoover was sufficient. His mouth chewed books, cushions, cables, the latter panicked Emilie since he had sharp teeth and she worried he would electrocute himself. Rylan’s answer was to muzzled him, a comment which made her and Ziva concerned and pray he meant it in jest.
Hectic family life suited Emilie, tired happiness filled the end of each day, she tolerated the tantrums, cleaned the mess, a husband plus two was enough to complete her world. She had been waking with nausea, stomach cramps and her nights were restless, these were all signs she ignored, blaming the chaos that filled her day, but she needed to take the inevitable trip to the doctors. They had been taking precautions, agreeing that two children were the perfect number, and with them being a boy and girl, why would they need another. There it was, the words tumbled happy from her doctor, congratulation on becoming a mum for the third time. Emilie sat stunned, hand resting on the bump, figuring the dates, the doctor suggested an immediate scan, which suggested she was ten weeks.
Reeling from the initial shock, Rylan nodded, he reassured Emilie, she was a great mother and they could manage. He knew Eliza would step in to help with the baby, as she had with Patrick and he was certain promotion was due. Emilie frowned, project managing the building of another bedroom on top of pregnancy it seemed a big ask. Rylan shrugged, she was amazing and he knew she would do it. The problem in Emilie’s mind nagged her, but she stayed silent, his money lust was a real issue, if he were a hands-on dad, she would have no need to worry for baby number three.
By the Grace of Sim Gods 