Fraser’s Point of View
“Honestly, it was a joy carrying her for 9 months.”
My lips curled, and my heart fluttered. I just couldn’t believe we brought a baby into this world. It didn’t matter which one of us was the actual Biological father, both of us were her parents. It’s the one who loves you, and takes care of you. Not who’s blood runs through your veins.
Scott glanced over at me, “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
Sofia leaned back, and cradled Makenzie close to her chest. “Is there somewhere you want me to place her? I really don’t want to take up much more of your time.”
Scott and I shot each other looks, before directing our attention back to Sofia. “Come on now…” I laughed slightly “You just gave birth to our daughter! Your not a bother to us. In fact, the complete opposite!”
“I really should be getting home. I’m sort of tired, and I really feel as if my job is done. So, if I may?” She scooted herself gently off the sofa, and followed us to the girls room.”There you go, Makenzie. Right where you belong.”
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call us.” Scott added in.
“That won’t be necessary.” She sighed “Well, good bye, and thanks for giving me such a wonderful opportunity.”
And just like that, she was gone. I know we paid a great sum of money to have her do this, but I still feel kind of bad. After all, Makenzie is her baby too… Oh well, I guess life moves on.
Speaking of life moving on, the girls birthdays snuck up on us and bit us in the butt! I couldn’t believe my errr our daughters, were growing up so fast!! I guess you would have expected us to have a big party for them turning 5, but with the new baby and everything getting so hectic at work… we ordered a pizza, bought some cake, and called it a day.
Lia’s new trait is Eco-Friendly.
Kaylee’s new trait is Star Quality.
Like I said, VERY hectic. Micki didn’t give us the time of day! She was such a grumpy little baby, and always wailed for our attention.
“I got her…” Scott moaned, placing down his slice of cake. That man sure hates to be interrupted in the middle of his meals, that’s for sure.
Lia’s Point of View
All I have to say is, UGH! Do you know how many tree’s were killed, just so they could make that pizza box? I’m telling you, it’s got to be lots! I may be young, but I know when someone killed a living plant.
“Lia, what’s wrong?”
“I’m not touching that pizza, it killed a tree!!” I screeched my chair back, angrily throwing myself out of it.
Kaylee shook her head and giggled, “The box did, not the pizza! Your so silly.”
“Oh… really?” I scratched my head, and grabbed a slice. Maybe she was right. I mean, how did a pizza actually kill anything? It’s just a cheesy snack!
Kaylee grabbed another slice and laughed again “Seeeeeeee? It’s good!”
“Well, I guess so. But I still don’t like that box!!”
Fraser’s Point of View
About a couple weeks after the girls turned 5, Kaylee came up to me one evening with this look on her face. Either she did something bad, or she wanted something. I was leaning towards the second option.
She smiled wide, baring all of her teeth “Daddy? Since Papa is napping, and Aunt Heather is gone… I was wondering if I could give you a makeover?”
My eyes grew wide and my throat closed up “Ma-make over? Like… with makeup?”
“YES! Exactly, daddy!”
Oh god. I knew she wanted something out of me! I didn’t think she meant something on me. “Well… did you ask your sister?”
“Lia says makeup is bad for you. I don’t believe her, but I can’t force her to do something she doesn’t wanna do. If you meant Micki… well… she doesn’t like when I try to put makeup on her.”
Did she just say what I think she said?! “You put makeup on your baby sister?!”
“Um… no… I was just saying that- Daddy please can I give you a makeover, PLEASE!?”
I just couldn’t resist her little face, and the way she pleaded with me. I mean, no one is going to see it. So no harm, no foul? Right? Besides, if I’m her test dummy maybe she’ll stop putting makeup on Micki.
“Are you sure Aunt Heather, likes you touching her makeup?”
“Um, uh, sure.” Yea, why don’t I believe her? “And she lets me try on her clothes too!” Sure she does…
“Okay.” she stated, placing hands to her hips “Go sit on the bed, and I’ll make you look pretty!”
“You sure you know what your doing, Kay?”
“Don’t worry, Daddy! I’m the fashion princess! Now, hold still so I can apply makeup to your face.”
“With a paint brush!?”
Oh dear god… is this the price I pay for having all girls?!
After many pokes to the eye, and painful strokes on my face… she was finally done.
“So, how do I look?”
“You look… AMAZING!” she gleamed, jumping up and down with excitement “I told you I’m good at fashion! And if you think that’s good, just wait until I get better! You’ll see!”
I took a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and the only thing I could do was laugh! I looked so funny!
“Yah know something? Maybe this blush isn’t my color?”
She eyed me up and down and stroked her chin. “Yea maybe, but you still look pretty!!”
I chuckled. “Yup, and all thanks to the fashion queen.“
To keep that large smile on her face, I didn’t wash the makeup off right away. Instead I went downstairs, to check on Micki and Brent. When I got to the living room, my stomach dropped.
“Yeaaaaa….. I was just stopping by to say hello, but if your busy.“
“NO! I was just le-letting my d-d-aughter, and she painted my face- and- and…. oh god.” I sputtered out in a panic!
“Look, it’s cool. I mean, this is going on Facebook, but it’s cool.”
I growled, “Your so immature!”
“Says the sunburnt clown…”
After getting my picture taken about 200 times, I finally got Sebie to leave! God, it’s like a child trapped in a mans body! I was just making my daughter happy! Wait until he has kids. He’ll see what I mean.
“Daddy, you still have a bit of black stuff around your eyes.” Lia giggled, in the middle of the story.
I returned the laugh “Well, I tried my best to get it off. Your sister must have glued it to my face!”
“Told you it was bad for you! It can clog up your pores!”
“How do you even know what that is?!” I laughed louder, closing the book on my lap.
She sat up, and stared into my eyes, “I get around.”
We argued a bit more about makeup and pores, before I returned to our story. It wasn’t to long after that, that Lia fell asleep.
“Good night sweetheart.” I smiled, gently kissing her on the cheek. “Daddy loves all 3 of you.”
It seemed like time just flew by, because the next thing I knew… Lia and Kaylee were starting their first day of school! How do kids grow up so darn fast?!
“Hurry it up, Lia!” Scott called out to our stubborn daughter “The bus isn’t going to wait forever!”
“But I want to ride my bike! Buses cause pollution!”
“JUST GO!” we shouted simultaneously.
I’m sure they’ll be fine. They have each other.
“This bus is going to kill our island.”
Kaylee’s Point of View
We had a blast at school today! Our teacher was so nice, and she kept complementing me on my hairstyle. I didn’t do it, but I did pick it out! Mrs. Wells said I sure do have an eye for fashion!
“What did you think of your first day, Lia?”
“Well besides the fact that the lunch was gross, and the teacher sure throws a lot of paper away… I would say it was alright. A couple girls thought my glasses were cute, not that care what I look like. Just as long as it’s organic.”Lia stated proudly, as she tossed her line into the water.
I giggled loudly, “Your such a goof-ball, Lia!”
She playfully elbowed me, and I did it back. “Well, at least I know how to hold my pole right.”
“Oh leave me alone! I’m not a nature lover like you. I prefer clothes, oh, and makeup! Can’t forget that!”
Then we both broke out into laughter. I just love my sissy!
Heather’s Point of View
I want to jump off of a bridge! I just can’t take it anymore! This kid drives me up the freaking wall. He’s always screaming, always demanding! He never listens to me, and he acts like a total brat!!! Where does he get that from?!
“I don’t want to rwide in the stroller! I. Don’t. WANT. TOO!” he screamed at the top of his lungs. He pounded his hands onto the tray, and kicked his feet rapidly!
“I don’t give a sh- I don’t care! Your staying in, and that’s final! I just wanted a nice breath of fresh air, but I can’t just dump you off with Fraser. What would that say about me?”
It says I’m a terrible mother…
I angrily snatched him out of the stroller, and screamed “What do you want from ME!?”
“I want, what I want! Take me home, NOW!” he shouted louder, his voice echoing off the walls.
“You know what?! FINE!”
I dragged home the stroller in one hand, and carried a screaming Brent in the other. I’ve had enough, I’m going out. I need time away from him!
I know, I know! I didn’t want to drink, and honestly I never thought I would touch the stuff again, but I’m desperate. So many times I thought about giving up, and just leaving. But what would my son think of me, if I did something like that?! He would hate me, that’s what! Brent needs me, and honestly, at times… I need him. It’s just lately, he’s become so loud. I just need something to keep me sane, something… like drinking.
“Just one, Heather. Just one. Remember what they told you…“
Well maybe, two. I’m sure I can stop after two.
“Bartender? Another please….”
Adorable, right?! 😀 Mini-Scott!! I believe her traits are Grumpy and easily impressed, but don’t hold me to it.
Thanks for reading!! Also, if the twins seem slightly smarter for their ages… remember Crimson’s experiment? 😉