Sydney Changes Things 2/?
Title: Sydney Changes Things
Author: princess2000204
Warning: Adult Content, Kid!fic,
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What are you suppose to do when your girlfriend gets pregnant and then goes hysterical about it, not to mention no one is happy about it.......Just move on and do what you can to survive, it's not the child's fault.......
Prologue | Chapter 1
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Okay, I am completely caught up on all of my revision for this story! Chapter 3 will be coming out sometime this week...probably next weekend.
Enjoy!!!
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I huff out a breath of air as I let a heavy box drop to the currently empty living room. Looking around, it’s rather astonishing how much stuff can be boxed up that defines two people’s entire lives.
Sydney’s playing blissfully content in her playpen I setup the moment I drove up to our new home. I didn’t want to have to worry about her getting into things. Every time I look at her, I still remember the last time I saw Kamala.
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I woke up from a dead sleep for some unknown reason. After staying at Kamala’s for most of the night trying to calm down our month old daughter, I managed to catch a few hours of blissful sleep. Sydney just didn’t like sleeping so we always had to fight with her. As usual, her family was completely unwilling to help and complained about the noise.
Walking into the kitchen, just in my boxers, I grab the milk carton out of the fridge with every intention of drinking directly from it. The ringing of the doorbell interrupted my motions; I cast a look at the milk before placing it back into the fridge and going to the door.
In front of me is Kamala with her eyes bloodshot, black hair haphazardly pulled into a ponytail, and tears running down her cheeks as she continuously bounces Sydney up and down. Her baby bag is slung over Kamala’s shoulder and her car seat is on the ground in between us.
“What’s wrong?” I ask in concern as I hurriedly cross the space between us and gather Sydney in my arms. The moment I have her pulled close to my chest, she calms down. I just watch her snuggle in my bare chest before promptly passing out.
“I-I can’t do that for her!” She exclaims before starting to sob as she just continues to watch us.
“Come on inside, Kamala.” I say quietly with a sigh, reaching down with a hand for the empty car seat before leading her into the living room. This room has seen many interesting conversations; it’s the place everyone seems to congregate.
‘I want to just pull my hair out! She knows that Sydney can sense when we are too wound up, I have told her this, my mother has told her this, hell even my grandmother told her this! I just don’t understand what more I can do or say to let her know that Sydney won’t go to sleep if she is so frazzled.’ I think to myself as I feel the threads of my sanity start to unravel even further as I gaze down at my now sleeping daughter who has her little hand balled into a fist which she promptly shoved into her toothless mouth. A soft smile escapes onto my face as I continue to think of the wonder that is this little being in my arms.
“I-I can’t do this Bill. I thought I could. I wanted to but….but I just can’t!” She starts mumbling, breaking me out of my thoughts, and collapses on the couch with the baby bag still slung over her shoulder.
‘I’ve been waiting for this melt down to come but I thought it would have come later when Sydney starts crawling or walking.’ I think to myself as I let out a huff of breath before placing the finally sleeping infant into her car seat before taking a spot next to Kamala.
It’s obvious that she hasn’t slept a wink last night nor has she bothered to take a shower.
“Talk to me babe.” I simply say as I gather her into my arms and just hold her as I allow her to sob.
I’m not sure how much time passes between us before she finally gathers herself together and pulls away. Something has changed in her eyes, a firm resolve like I have never seen before.
“Here is her bag with everything. I have her crib and bassinet in the trunk.” She tells me simply before completely pulling away from me, gives me a peck on lips, and places the baby bag on the ground by my feet before walking back to the front door. All I can do is stare at our sleeping child.
‘How could someone just walk away from her? She is complete perfection, made because of us. She is half of us. I will be remembered because of her.’
I get snapped out of my thoughts by the front door slamming shut again, which startles Sydney into screaming. I hurriedly gather her into my arms, shushing her before she calms down. Looking up, I glare at Kamala with the various baby paraphernalia in her arms before just dropping them on the floor. She gives me a look before walking out, slamming the door one last time. I hear her car start up and drive away.
Kamala probably thinks of us just how she left us, all jumbled up and confused but I will pick everything up and put it in its place. My little girl will grow up smiling and giggling!
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That day was the worst day of my life but also the best. I have received a few postcards from Kamala since; they mostly are just letting me know that she is still alive. I have primarily raised Sydney on my own with a little help from my family and friends since then.
‘My life would be completely lost without their help. I can’t even imagine going through my senior year of high school with an infant who is teething alone.’
When I decided to move out for college, the fighting that broke out was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Mom wanted me to stay at home with Sydney, but I firmly refused.
I apparently received an inheritance from a great-aunt that I would come into possession of if I graduated from high school and applied for college. It’s enough money that I don’t have to worry about working and can put all of my attention on school and Sydney.
‘Don’t get me wrong,’ I was worried the entire drive up that I was making the wrong decision but I also know I would always second guess myself if I didn’t. I always want my daughter to go for what she wants, never feel like she can’t go for it. My daughter is all I think about now, everything else takes a backseat. I don’t dress as fashionably like I once use to in high school or bother to look absolutely perfect before walking out the house. ‘Hell most times I’m lucky if I can manage to be up and out of the house on time with having a shower and putting on clean clothes.’
I am brought out of my thoughts by a banging coming from Sydney’s playpen; going over to her, I see her standing proud in the little pen while she holds onto the side with a death grip.
“Juice” She firmly tells me as she bounces on her chubby legs. I can’t help but chuckle at her before turning to get her cup of juice from the refrigerator.
“Alright honey, juice it will be.” I tell her as I go over to the fridge and see her cup sitting lonely on the empty shelves. All I have been focused on is getting our stuff packed and up here in time for when school starts, unfortunately mom refused to come up saying I would be back down soon enough.
I love my mother dearly, but she can be so pigheaded some times, especially when she doesn’t want to admit that she is wrong. I’ll probably call her later on in the week once Sydney and I are settled.
“Now, Daddy!” Sydney’s little voice yells into the empty apartment as I hear the creak of her playpen from where she is still probably jumping up and down.
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So....what do you guys think? Thoughts on Kamala or Bill's future?
I have some vague ideas of what's to happen, you'll see more of how things *cough*BillandTom*cough* comes together in the next chapter.
Review please!!!!
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Chapter 3
Author: princess2000204
Warning: Adult Content, Kid!fic,
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What are you suppose to do when your girlfriend gets pregnant and then goes hysterical about it, not to mention no one is happy about it.......Just move on and do what you can to survive, it's not the child's fault.......
Prologue | Chapter 1
~*~*~*~
Okay, I am completely caught up on all of my revision for this story! Chapter 3 will be coming out sometime this week...probably next weekend.
Enjoy!!!
~*~*~*~
I huff out a breath of air as I let a heavy box drop to the currently empty living room. Looking around, it’s rather astonishing how much stuff can be boxed up that defines two people’s entire lives.
Sydney’s playing blissfully content in her playpen I setup the moment I drove up to our new home. I didn’t want to have to worry about her getting into things. Every time I look at her, I still remember the last time I saw Kamala.
*~*~*
I woke up from a dead sleep for some unknown reason. After staying at Kamala’s for most of the night trying to calm down our month old daughter, I managed to catch a few hours of blissful sleep. Sydney just didn’t like sleeping so we always had to fight with her. As usual, her family was completely unwilling to help and complained about the noise.
Walking into the kitchen, just in my boxers, I grab the milk carton out of the fridge with every intention of drinking directly from it. The ringing of the doorbell interrupted my motions; I cast a look at the milk before placing it back into the fridge and going to the door.
In front of me is Kamala with her eyes bloodshot, black hair haphazardly pulled into a ponytail, and tears running down her cheeks as she continuously bounces Sydney up and down. Her baby bag is slung over Kamala’s shoulder and her car seat is on the ground in between us.
“What’s wrong?” I ask in concern as I hurriedly cross the space between us and gather Sydney in my arms. The moment I have her pulled close to my chest, she calms down. I just watch her snuggle in my bare chest before promptly passing out.
“I-I can’t do that for her!” She exclaims before starting to sob as she just continues to watch us.
“Come on inside, Kamala.” I say quietly with a sigh, reaching down with a hand for the empty car seat before leading her into the living room. This room has seen many interesting conversations; it’s the place everyone seems to congregate.
‘I want to just pull my hair out! She knows that Sydney can sense when we are too wound up, I have told her this, my mother has told her this, hell even my grandmother told her this! I just don’t understand what more I can do or say to let her know that Sydney won’t go to sleep if she is so frazzled.’ I think to myself as I feel the threads of my sanity start to unravel even further as I gaze down at my now sleeping daughter who has her little hand balled into a fist which she promptly shoved into her toothless mouth. A soft smile escapes onto my face as I continue to think of the wonder that is this little being in my arms.
“I-I can’t do this Bill. I thought I could. I wanted to but….but I just can’t!” She starts mumbling, breaking me out of my thoughts, and collapses on the couch with the baby bag still slung over her shoulder.
‘I’ve been waiting for this melt down to come but I thought it would have come later when Sydney starts crawling or walking.’ I think to myself as I let out a huff of breath before placing the finally sleeping infant into her car seat before taking a spot next to Kamala.
It’s obvious that she hasn’t slept a wink last night nor has she bothered to take a shower.
“Talk to me babe.” I simply say as I gather her into my arms and just hold her as I allow her to sob.
I’m not sure how much time passes between us before she finally gathers herself together and pulls away. Something has changed in her eyes, a firm resolve like I have never seen before.
“Here is her bag with everything. I have her crib and bassinet in the trunk.” She tells me simply before completely pulling away from me, gives me a peck on lips, and places the baby bag on the ground by my feet before walking back to the front door. All I can do is stare at our sleeping child.
‘How could someone just walk away from her? She is complete perfection, made because of us. She is half of us. I will be remembered because of her.’
I get snapped out of my thoughts by the front door slamming shut again, which startles Sydney into screaming. I hurriedly gather her into my arms, shushing her before she calms down. Looking up, I glare at Kamala with the various baby paraphernalia in her arms before just dropping them on the floor. She gives me a look before walking out, slamming the door one last time. I hear her car start up and drive away.
Kamala probably thinks of us just how she left us, all jumbled up and confused but I will pick everything up and put it in its place. My little girl will grow up smiling and giggling!
*~*~*~*
That day was the worst day of my life but also the best. I have received a few postcards from Kamala since; they mostly are just letting me know that she is still alive. I have primarily raised Sydney on my own with a little help from my family and friends since then.
‘My life would be completely lost without their help. I can’t even imagine going through my senior year of high school with an infant who is teething alone.’
When I decided to move out for college, the fighting that broke out was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Mom wanted me to stay at home with Sydney, but I firmly refused.
I apparently received an inheritance from a great-aunt that I would come into possession of if I graduated from high school and applied for college. It’s enough money that I don’t have to worry about working and can put all of my attention on school and Sydney.
‘Don’t get me wrong,’ I was worried the entire drive up that I was making the wrong decision but I also know I would always second guess myself if I didn’t. I always want my daughter to go for what she wants, never feel like she can’t go for it. My daughter is all I think about now, everything else takes a backseat. I don’t dress as fashionably like I once use to in high school or bother to look absolutely perfect before walking out the house. ‘Hell most times I’m lucky if I can manage to be up and out of the house on time with having a shower and putting on clean clothes.’
I am brought out of my thoughts by a banging coming from Sydney’s playpen; going over to her, I see her standing proud in the little pen while she holds onto the side with a death grip.
“Juice” She firmly tells me as she bounces on her chubby legs. I can’t help but chuckle at her before turning to get her cup of juice from the refrigerator.
“Alright honey, juice it will be.” I tell her as I go over to the fridge and see her cup sitting lonely on the empty shelves. All I have been focused on is getting our stuff packed and up here in time for when school starts, unfortunately mom refused to come up saying I would be back down soon enough.
I love my mother dearly, but she can be so pigheaded some times, especially when she doesn’t want to admit that she is wrong. I’ll probably call her later on in the week once Sydney and I are settled.
“Now, Daddy!” Sydney’s little voice yells into the empty apartment as I hear the creak of her playpen from where she is still probably jumping up and down.
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So....what do you guys think? Thoughts on Kamala or Bill's future?
I have some vague ideas of what's to happen, you'll see more of how things *cough*BillandTom*cough* comes together in the next chapter.
Review please!!!!
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Chapter 3