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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 15, 2007 21:25:45 GMT
The rest of the family had managed to finish the baby's room for us. Gave me one less thing to worry about, that I was thankful for.
I sigh, heading back into the bedroom, laying back down on the bed, burying my head into the pillow,"I finally got him to stop crying." I mumble, turning my head slightly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 15, 2007 21:28:39 GMT
I tilt my head slightly, half facing her and opening one eye, "Taking bets on how long before he starts again?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 15, 2007 21:31:07 GMT
"Don't even joke." I mumble, then groan hearing Alex start crying again.
"Oh god, that boy has a set of lungs." I say, pulling the pillow over my head."You get him this time."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 15, 2007 21:33:48 GMT
"He gets it from you," I mumble, stumbling to my feet and heading down the hall to the baby's room.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 16, 2007 3:03:58 GMT
"Not my fault!" I call from under the pillow. I lift it a bit, looking at the clock. "It's two am. Don't you think he'd stop by now?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 16, 2007 18:58:46 GMT
"He doesn't do anything that requires sleep, why would he?" I call back, flicking the light on as I go into Alex's room, picking him up carefully.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 17, 2007 12:14:12 GMT
"I have school in the morning, I need to sleep!" I mutter, jamming my head back under the pillow.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 17, 2007 19:25:00 GMT
"Fuck," I mutter, half lying back down, half falling back down onto the bed about ten minutes later.
"Hate children," I decide without any real feeling behind the claim, muttering under my breath and putting my hands over my ears in preperation for when he starts again which he probably will.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 17, 2007 23:37:21 GMT
"You don't hate children," I mutter, rolling onto my side next to him, burying my head into his neck,"You just hate when they cry." I mumble against his skin.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 18, 2007 20:56:43 GMT
"Same difference," I mumble, moving my arm loosely round her waist as she burries her head in my neck.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 18, 2007 22:43:16 GMT
"Is not." I mumble back, closing my eyes.
There...he's asleep..
Crying breaks the silence as I groan burying my head deeper into his neck,"Why won't he stop crying?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 19, 2007 19:48:45 GMT
I lean my head back, closing my eyes tightly shut in the hope it'll stop if I do, "What does he actually want? Seriously?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 19, 2007 23:01:09 GMT
"If I knew I'd tell you." I mutter putting my hands over my ears, hoping he'd stop and go back to sleep. We can't do this. He cries louder and I groan, sitting up. "God, I thought I was loud." I mutter, running a hand through my hair.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 20, 2007 21:30:32 GMT
"You going or am I?" I mumble, keeping my eyes shut.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 20, 2007 22:07:15 GMT
"I will," I mutter, hauling myself to my feet and going down the hall to the baby's room.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 21, 2007 15:23:24 GMT
"Fuck," I mumble under my breath, leaning my head back against the pillow and pressing the base of my palms to my eye as I try and block out the sound.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 21, 2007 23:59:21 GMT
We can't do this.
Flciking on the light, I gently pick him up,"Come on Alex, go to bed." I mutter, rocking him back and forth.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 22, 2007 18:14:06 GMT
I move onto my stomach, pulling the pillow over my head.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 22, 2007 21:40:53 GMT
Alex cries harder, and I bite down on my bottom lip. I can't do this.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 22, 2007 21:51:06 GMT
I stay where I am for a minute, then drag myself out of bed and stumble down the hall to Alex's room, "He alright?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 22, 2007 21:52:36 GMT
"I can't get him stop crying," I mutter, rocking him back and foth in my arms.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 22, 2007 22:14:05 GMT
I stand uselessly in the doorway, not sure what I'm supposed to do that could be of much help, "Oh."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 5:45:06 GMT
I bite down on my bottom lip again, looking helplessly at him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 10:19:22 GMT
"He's supposed to cry though, right? There's not something wrong?" I ask, moving to stand next to her.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 16:39:32 GMT
"I..I don't know..I.." I stop, not sure what to do. We can't do this.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 16:42:27 GMT
"I'm pretty sure he's supposed to," I mumble, wishing I could have put more conviction into the words.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 16:45:41 GMT
"We can't do this," I mutter without thinking,"We can't do this Ian.."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 16:50:02 GMT
"We can do this," I argue, "We can. We just...need him to stop crying, that's all."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 23, 2007 16:54:41 GMT
"How?" I mutter, rocking him back and forth but it doesn't seem to be working,"We've tried. He's not..won't..we can't.."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 23, 2007 17:01:02 GMT
"He will," I say, although I'm starting to doubt it as well.
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