Gonna Make This Place Your Home Jul 27, 2014 19:12:49 GMT -6
Post by ADDISON ELISE WALKER on Jul 27, 2014 19:12:49 GMT -6
It was a beautiful morning and shaping out to be a wonderful day, Addison could easily see that through the windows. She imagined many of her classmates were spending their summer break well, working on tans, partying it up on the beaches, and wasting brain cells before school started up. She might have joined them at one point in time. But Addison was not your typical teenager. That ‘one point in time’ had been nearly 3 years ago before her father died and her family broke apart, leaving her and her deaf young brother alone.
But please, don’t pity the young woman.
She may not have a mother and father anymore, but she had something much greater.
Addison rose with the sun, as she always tended to do even before now. She glanced at the still, slumbering figure beside her and quite literally crawled out of bed (she was still quite sore) , pausing to make sure she did not wake him and grab the white electrical box on the bedside table. She retreated quickly to the kitchen, turning the already prepped coffee pot on. Work did not end for Trevor with the release of the students for summer break. Addison rubbed the dark circles under her eyes as she leaned against the counter, double checking the baby monitor was quiet. She absentmindedly braided her hair until it was hanging over one shoulder. She was too tired to realize today was the first time either of the two parents awoke before the wailing of a child woke them. She took her morning dosage of Motrin before slowly making her way to the nursery.
It had been a week since they had returned home, all four of them. The first week had been spent in the hospital, though not because Addison took longer to recover, but rather for their daughter. Mikaela had spent the majority of her time in the NICU under the watchful eyes of the doctors. Mikaela’s entrance to the world had be silent and still, a moment of panic that had Addison wailing when the realization hit her, before the doctors could even examine the tiny girl properly, that something was wrong. In stark contrast, Aiden had come into the world a loud squalling mess, perfectly healthy and nearly twice the size of his sister. Not a thing was wrong with their son.
Their son. Their daughter. Her children. And Trevor’s. Their children. The word still gave her chills.
The first few days home had been rough, not that she expected them to be easy, but they seemed infinitely harder than she remembered her own mother having to go through. She was an older child when her own mother had given birth to Sam, and she remembered how those days had been. It was far from easy caring for a deaf newborn. It was different now, with her in the shoes of the mother. And she had twice the amount to care for. Mikaela rarely slept more than two hours at a time. If she wasn’t lying deathly still in her crib, she was screaming loud enough that Addison could have sworn she was a banshee. Despite being so exhausted she could barely see straight, Addison spent the first few nights home curled up asleep in the nursery. No amount of pleading and bribing could get the mother to leave her children alone. She was up nearly every hour to make sure Mikaela was still breathing and that Aiden hadn’t suddenly lapsed into an unhealthy state like his sister.
It had been a dark shadow hanging in both Addison and Trevor’s mind that Addison, with her family’s mental problem and her own manic depression episodes, that she would develop postpartum depression those first few days in the hospital separated from Mickey. It was quickly dismissed when they got home and she hovered over her children.
Addison crept in dark room, allowing her eyes to adjust as she peered first into Mikaela’s crib. The tiny girl was sound asleep, her chest rising and falling peacefully. Addison released a breath and stood looking down at the sleeping child for a brief moment. She heard movement and a soft sigh from the other crib nearby and quickly traversed over to it before the child could wake his sister. Addison stared down at the wide awake child, who blinked his baby blues up at her owlishly. It was only a week after the twins’ birth, but Addison could quickly see that they were developing quicker than a normal child. Not enough to be alarming fast, they were supernatural, but enough that it surprised her. Her whole family had aged normally, then again, they posed as humans their whole lives.
Addison smiled down blissfully at her son as she reached in to carefully lift him. He cooed at her, reaching out with grasping fingers a child thrice his age would. Aiden was a happy baby, so much easier to care for than his sister. Addison was quickly becoming familiar with each particular cry he would make and both she and Trevor could see the quicker development more in him than Mikaela. Addison rubbed her nose against Aiden’s, causing the child to gurgle softly, almost as if he sensed he should be quiet so as not to wake his sister. Addison checked on Mikaela one more time and retreated to the kitchen to begin making breakfast for her children. She was getting better at multitasking, judging by how fast she managed to mix the formula for both babies while still holding one. She glanced at the clock on the microwave, pausing when she noticed the time. The fact that Mikaela had slept for four consecutive hours, and was still sleeping, nearly brought tears of joy to her face. Maybe things were finally starting to look up. Addison settled at the table and positioned Aiden in the crook of her arm, content to just gaze upon the face of her son as he greedily nursed from the warm bottle.
No, don’t pity Addison. She had traded a broken family for a much more whole one.
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Outfit: im lazy
Tune: “The Beacon” by A Fine Frenzy