[CT] Are you on good terms with your partner's family?
Their entire living room was a fucking fort.
Sasha wasn't looking in the bedrooms, because she doubted that there were any pillows and blankets left on the beds. Peter had cleaned out the linen closet a little while ago, giving the boys additional bedding to pile onto the furniture, although he had intended for them to use that on the inflatable mattresses that Henry, Simon, and Monty were 'camping out' on tonight.
Somehow, that meant that there were blankets, sheets, and sheets covering every surface imaginable. The only thing on the mattresses were piles of pillows that Simon and Henry were bouncing on while Tex took a nap in the small corner he had made for himself after playing 'Superdog" for three hours straight. Lola, who hadn't been nearly as interested in entertaining them, had spent the day hiding under Lexie's cradle in their bedroom, where both the dog and the baby were currently quiet. Thank god for monitors.
Taking the silence as an opportunity to catch her breath, Sasha flopped down on one of the mattresses, to the amusement of both boys. She gave them a tired, if not defeated smile, and then realized that there were only two of them looking at her. "Crap." She'd lost one. Monty. But was it really her fault if he was so quiet and easy to - "Simon, where's your little brother?"
"Iunno." Simon shrugged, clearly more interested in teaching Henry how to make a racetrack under her coffee table than he was in figuring out where Monty had gone. He didn't even look up at the grumble she gave after that, just took his little red matchbox car and slid it along the leg of the table.
"Maybe he'sin the potty," Henry suggested, although she knew that she wasn't getting anything else out of him, either. If she couldn't get the nephew who was five years older than him to talk, Henry wouldn't either.
She nodded, letting the two of them get back to whatever game they were playing and getting up, quickly starting to pull up blankets and pillows in an attempt to find the child-shaped needle in the haystack. "Monty! Where'd you go, kiddo?" Somehow, this was all Peter's fault. Sure, Sasha had been the one to send him out for ice cream, but he was the one who had been gone for at least twenty minutes. "Monty..." The worst part was knowing that he liked her better than Simon did, and she couldn't figure out why he was doing this to her.
"Boys, why don't you help me find Monty? It's like playing hide-and-seek," she tried, starting down the hall to poke her head in Henry's bedroom, and then the nursery. Both were empty, making her begin to worry that this wasn't a game. It wasn't until she opened the door to her bedroom that she saw him, standing on the tips of his toes and peeking into the cradle. "There you are."
Sasha sighed and walked over to pick Monty up, letting the little boy wrap his arms around her neck. "You're getting so big," she whispered, really not wanting to wake Lexie up. And she wasn't kidding about how much he had grown over the past year. Peter's arms were going to be sore for a week from flying the kids around the apartment 'Superman' style. She was glad she had stayed out of that one.
"She sleeps a lot," Monty commented, eyes still stuck on the baby. "Doesn't she wanna play?"
"She doesn't know how to play yet," Sasha laughed, giving him a few more seconds before she started to carry him out of the room. "You and Simon and Henry are going to have to teach her how to have fun when she gets big enough." She closed the door to Lexie's room, just in time to block some of the sound from a loud crash in the living room that had her running in to check on Henry and Simon.
She'd really loved that lamp.
"It fell," Simon said quickly. She couldn't help but notice that he'd said it a little too quickly, but she simply dropped Monty into a pile of pillows and went for the dustpan in the closet. Nathan would be dropping by soon, because he wanted to join in the Guitar Hero battles before everyone went to sleep. Then he'd pick them up tomorrow morning, and get his own version of a happy Hell for the rest of the weekend. She could have been mad at him for abandoning her too, but he had good reasons for being unavailable. His team was busy looking into the death threats that were starting to pile in because of the press conference.
Maybe they shouldn't have held it on Friday the thirteenth, but Sasha was betting that it would have been like this regardless.
"Mommy," Henry whimpered, bursting into unexpected, extremely distressed tears as she started to sweep up the mess. "I bumped the table an' it dropped!" He ran over, grabbing on to her leg and holding on tightly, while Simon and Monty watched. "Mommy, I bumped. Now it's broke-it."
She could feel the tears wetting her jeans and ran a hand over her face before setting the broom down and picking Henry up. "It's okay, Henry. We'll get another one." In France. From that little shop that she couldn't remember the name of. Oh well. "I'm glad you didn't get hurt. Maybe you boys are a little too bouncy tonight. Let's watch UP!, okay? You guys like UP!." She had barely gotten the words out when Peter walked in the door, carrying a brown paper bag in hand.
"Who wants a sundae?" He grinned, and the boys quickly did the same. Henry started to climb down, instantly running over to Peter to give him a hug so big that Sasha would have believed that he hadn't seen him in days. And she wasn't really as offended as she was exhausted, but she pouted just the same, going back to sweeping up the lamp.
"What did I do?" Peter asked, setting the bag down on the counter. He looked a little concerned, but it didn't do much to comfort her.
"Nothing," Sasha answered a little bitterly. He could get them settled down next time, all by himself. While they were hyped up on ice cream. Possibly breaking things that he liked - not that it was likely to happen. He was one of them. A boy.
The enemy.
Sasha Hoffman
Original Character
1092 words
Sasha wasn't looking in the bedrooms, because she doubted that there were any pillows and blankets left on the beds. Peter had cleaned out the linen closet a little while ago, giving the boys additional bedding to pile onto the furniture, although he had intended for them to use that on the inflatable mattresses that Henry, Simon, and Monty were 'camping out' on tonight.
Somehow, that meant that there were blankets, sheets, and sheets covering every surface imaginable. The only thing on the mattresses were piles of pillows that Simon and Henry were bouncing on while Tex took a nap in the small corner he had made for himself after playing 'Superdog" for three hours straight. Lola, who hadn't been nearly as interested in entertaining them, had spent the day hiding under Lexie's cradle in their bedroom, where both the dog and the baby were currently quiet. Thank god for monitors.
Taking the silence as an opportunity to catch her breath, Sasha flopped down on one of the mattresses, to the amusement of both boys. She gave them a tired, if not defeated smile, and then realized that there were only two of them looking at her. "Crap." She'd lost one. Monty. But was it really her fault if he was so quiet and easy to - "Simon, where's your little brother?"
"Iunno." Simon shrugged, clearly more interested in teaching Henry how to make a racetrack under her coffee table than he was in figuring out where Monty had gone. He didn't even look up at the grumble she gave after that, just took his little red matchbox car and slid it along the leg of the table.
"Maybe he'sin the potty," Henry suggested, although she knew that she wasn't getting anything else out of him, either. If she couldn't get the nephew who was five years older than him to talk, Henry wouldn't either.
She nodded, letting the two of them get back to whatever game they were playing and getting up, quickly starting to pull up blankets and pillows in an attempt to find the child-shaped needle in the haystack. "Monty! Where'd you go, kiddo?" Somehow, this was all Peter's fault. Sure, Sasha had been the one to send him out for ice cream, but he was the one who had been gone for at least twenty minutes. "Monty..." The worst part was knowing that he liked her better than Simon did, and she couldn't figure out why he was doing this to her.
"Boys, why don't you help me find Monty? It's like playing hide-and-seek," she tried, starting down the hall to poke her head in Henry's bedroom, and then the nursery. Both were empty, making her begin to worry that this wasn't a game. It wasn't until she opened the door to her bedroom that she saw him, standing on the tips of his toes and peeking into the cradle. "There you are."
Sasha sighed and walked over to pick Monty up, letting the little boy wrap his arms around her neck. "You're getting so big," she whispered, really not wanting to wake Lexie up. And she wasn't kidding about how much he had grown over the past year. Peter's arms were going to be sore for a week from flying the kids around the apartment 'Superman' style. She was glad she had stayed out of that one.
"She sleeps a lot," Monty commented, eyes still stuck on the baby. "Doesn't she wanna play?"
"She doesn't know how to play yet," Sasha laughed, giving him a few more seconds before she started to carry him out of the room. "You and Simon and Henry are going to have to teach her how to have fun when she gets big enough." She closed the door to Lexie's room, just in time to block some of the sound from a loud crash in the living room that had her running in to check on Henry and Simon.
She'd really loved that lamp.
"It fell," Simon said quickly. She couldn't help but notice that he'd said it a little too quickly, but she simply dropped Monty into a pile of pillows and went for the dustpan in the closet. Nathan would be dropping by soon, because he wanted to join in the Guitar Hero battles before everyone went to sleep. Then he'd pick them up tomorrow morning, and get his own version of a happy Hell for the rest of the weekend. She could have been mad at him for abandoning her too, but he had good reasons for being unavailable. His team was busy looking into the death threats that were starting to pile in because of the press conference.
Maybe they shouldn't have held it on Friday the thirteenth, but Sasha was betting that it would have been like this regardless.
"Mommy," Henry whimpered, bursting into unexpected, extremely distressed tears as she started to sweep up the mess. "I bumped the table an' it dropped!" He ran over, grabbing on to her leg and holding on tightly, while Simon and Monty watched. "Mommy, I bumped. Now it's broke-it."
She could feel the tears wetting her jeans and ran a hand over her face before setting the broom down and picking Henry up. "It's okay, Henry. We'll get another one." In France. From that little shop that she couldn't remember the name of. Oh well. "I'm glad you didn't get hurt. Maybe you boys are a little too bouncy tonight. Let's watch UP!, okay? You guys like UP!." She had barely gotten the words out when Peter walked in the door, carrying a brown paper bag in hand.
"Who wants a sundae?" He grinned, and the boys quickly did the same. Henry started to climb down, instantly running over to Peter to give him a hug so big that Sasha would have believed that he hadn't seen him in days. And she wasn't really as offended as she was exhausted, but she pouted just the same, going back to sweeping up the lamp.
"What did I do?" Peter asked, setting the bag down on the counter. He looked a little concerned, but it didn't do much to comfort her.
"Nothing," Sasha answered a little bitterly. He could get them settled down next time, all by himself. While they were hyped up on ice cream. Possibly breaking things that he liked - not that it was likely to happen. He was one of them. A boy.
The enemy.
Sasha Hoffman
Original Character
1092 words