A/N: Hello! Welcome to Chapter 7! If you’re looking at this going wait, wasn’t the next one supposed to be 6? You’re right! I posted chapter 6 and 7 at the same time, so go back one and I’ll explain why!
If you’re in the right place though, I just wanted to give a brief warning that this chapter has some strong language. It’s not too much, but I wanted to warn anyone who might not like it or have little kids reading over their shoulder or something =P So, without further ado, Chapter 7: The Cradle Will Fall
The time had finally come to celebrate my birthday. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about becoming a middle-aged adult, but I supposed I wasn’t dreading it either. After all, I really had felt like I had grown a lot in my life, so the birthday felt fitting. I still probably wasn’t as mature as I should have been, but that didn’t matter to me. What mattered to me was my own personal growth and I really did feel like I had come a long way from the temperamental 18 year old who first stepped foot in Neverglade.
The only thing that did bug me was that it wasn’t quite Noah’s birthday yet. Yep, that’s right, he was younger than me. Only by a couple years, but it still felt a little weird to me. Regardless though, my birthday was going to happen, so once again we bought a cake for the occasion. I didn’t want anything big, so we just had a little celebration with the family.
I thought for a moment about what I wanted my wish to be, but it was fairly simple and came to me surprisingly quick. Of course, I can’t say it or else it might not come true!
So I blew out the candles and said goodbye to my young years, looking forward to the many years to come. I was hopeful.
To mark the event, I gave myself a complete makeover- just something to make me look and feel a bit less kiddy. Despite being older now though, I didn’t think I looked so bad, and apparently Noah didn’t either, because he immediately swept me away into the bedroom where we had yet another, well, magical night.
That wasn’t the end of the birthdays though! Nope, in fact, mine was simply the first of THREE others. So not so long after my birthday, we were once again gathered in the kitchen, but this time for little Reed’s birthday! Time had seriously flown by. It seemed like only yesterday that I was bringing him home from the hospital. However, this birthday party ended up being a lot more complicated than it should have been. All because, well…..
THE CAKE FREAKING BLEW UP! Or at least ignited.
“Oh shit!” Noah yelled, immediately racing out of the room to bring Reed to safety.
“I knew we shouldn’t have mixed sparkler candles and confetti!” I cried out, frantically pulling the fire extinguisher out of the storage closet.
“DIE FIRE DIE!”
“Oh my god!!! AUBREY! That’s FIRE!!!! GET AWAY FROM IT! AHHHH!!”
“Are you serious!? I’m trying to save our family!” I snapped, yelping as the flames grew higher. “Why oh why don’t we have a smoke detector!?”
Eventually I won my battle with the fire that had broken out and Noah calmed down, immediately apologizing profusely for losing his head. Apparently there was a stove incident in Noah’s past where, as a toddler, his best friend Mr. Teddy got burned alive when he stuck him in the oven and he’s been scarred ever since. I might have found it funny under different circumstances, but as it were, I was still scared out of my wits that we had nearly lost our home.
Once everything had calmed down, we bought another cake (sans sparkler candles and stupid confetti) and had a proper party for Reed, who seemed to have been rather unfazed that his previous cake had gone up in flames.
And so it was that our little baby boy grew up into a toddler! I was confused at first by his black hair, but Noah just shrugged and said that his grandmother had had black hair, so perhaps it had come from there. If that was true, it seemed Noah’s genetics were really strong in Reed, as he also had his beautiful soft green eyes- a fact which I could not have been happier about.
Unfortunately, Reed wasn’t as easy to handle as Buttercup though. It seemed like he was constantly upset about one thing or another. Neither Noah nor I understood it- we would feed him, change him, play with him, and he would still continue crying.
He was also absolutely notorious for refusing to sleep. No matter how tired Reed got, he would choose instead to stand up in his crib and start screaming for hours on end for one of us to go save him.
It got to the point where Noah and I were playing rock, paper, scissors whenever we heard him start screaming again.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” we both chanted.
“What the hell is that?” Noah asked, staring at my hand.
“Bazooka. It blows up everything. So sad. You go.”
“….you’re one of THOSE people.”
“Hey little man, what’s up? Are you causing trouble for mommy and daddy? Are you? Are you?” Noah cooed playfully, tickling Reed. He burst out into laughter, clearly thrilled that he wasn’t in his crib anymore.
“You have to sleep sometime,” Noah continued comfortingly. “Or else mommy and daddy will look like zombies all the time. We might even turn INTO zombies.” Reed laughed, though I was pretty sure he had no idea what Noah was actually saying.
“Time for sleep! Daddy feels like he’s about to fall over and mommy carries bazookas.”
I giggled as I continued to listen to the baby monitor. I did love Reed, I really did, but sometimes he got to be absolutely exhausting and I just needed a break, especially after dealing with his fussiness all day long.
“No!!” I heard Reed immediately cry out. Apparently Noah had just attempted to leave him. Oh wait, I realize I forgot to tell you. Reed’s first word? Not mama, not dada, but no. No! Lovely, isn’t it?
“But you’re tired,” Noah said quietly. He began to hum softly, a tune we often sang to Buttercup. I’m not sure if it worked though, because while I was listening, I myself fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of toddlers who slept through the night….
In addition to Reed always acting up, it seemed that the bathroom liked to continue to act up as well, as I found out when the sink exploded once again as I was trying to clean it.
“WHY DO YOU FAIL SO HARD YOU STUPID SINK!?
I must have been starting to go crazy, but I could have sworn it snickered.
Amidst the chaos of the house and the constant work we had to do to get by, some things got neglected…namely Noah’s prized fish. We had tried our hardest to keep up with them, we really, really had, but somewhere during the chaos, we lost Tom the Red Herring and Charlie the Rainbow Trout.
“I’m so sorry, Charlie,” Noah sniffed. “I’ll miss you.”
Andddd Reed continued to be the same.
Still, despite all of our misfortunes and stresses, life continued and soon it was time to celebrate not only Noah’s birthday, but our sweet little Buttercup’s as well! We celebrated Noah’s birthday first, who seemed to actually be quite happy about it. Something about how a guy always looks better with age?
Regardless, I cheered him on enthusiastically, watching as he made his wish. I wondered what it could be, but realized that I hadn’t even told him my wish, so it probably wouldn’t have been fair if I asked him what his was. Plus, if he told me, it wouldn’t come true!
Oh and on a side note? Noah was completely right. He looked better than ever- though I was pretty shocked that he had cut his hair so short!
Next up was Buttercup. This was the most difficult birthday of all for me. Our first little baby was growing up into a child and would even be starting school soon! The mere thought made me feel sick. School had always been too much of a rollercoaster for my liking, and I worried about what Buttercup would encounter once she got there.
Still, I was proud of her, so I celebrated with all of my heart.
“Make a wish now sweetie!” I said, bringing Buttercup as close to the candles as I dared.
“I want Reed to stop scwreaming!” Buttercup said cheerfully, attempting to blow out the candles. I helped her out (after all, I wanted this wish to come true too!) and she squealed with delight when they went out, under the impression that she had done it all by herself. Well, I certainly wasn’t going to correct her!
“She looks so much like you,” Noah remarked, looking at Buttercup with surprise.
“Yeah, she really does,” I admitted, rubbing my neck. Great, now I had to worry about her being teased for her poufy, curly hair, just like I had been!
Still though, I couldn’t deny that Buttercup was absolutely beautiful. She was such a brave, wonderful little spirit, constantly running around the house and smiling. Amidst all the hardships and stresses of life, Buttercup was our dazzling little ray of light.
And you know what else? It seemed that Buttercup’s wish had come true too, because although Reed was still quite fussy, he had calmed down considerably as of late, to the point where we could even start sitting down with him and teaching him new things.
He was the sweetest baby boy ever and we eventually came to realize that the reason that he had been so fussy was not because he had a bad temperament, but merely because he always wanted to be near us. Well…who could really stay mad at that?
As time continued to pass, Reed grew more and more pleasant and the house became a little less stressful. Just a little because well, we still had a toddler in the house, money was still tight, and we had a growing little girl to take care of. It seemed that we were just managing to get by. So that was why, when I started to feel sick all the time, my heart sunk a little. A positive pregnancy test from the grocery store confirmed my suspicions. At first, I was afraid, but after having some time to myself to think about it, I found myself excited. Sure Buttercup and Reed were difficult to deal with at times, but there was simply nothing more rewarding than being their mother, and the thought that I would soon be mother to yet another wonderful baby brought a smile to my face that I simply couldn’t shake.
All that was left was telling Noah, which I resolved to do that night after we had eaten dinner. Unfortunately though, it didn’t go exactly as I had expected.
“Noah, I have some news,” I began with a smile, taking his hands in mine.
“Did Reed say ‘dada’ first?” Noah asked excitedly. We were currently in a battle to see which he would say first, as so far he had said neither, sticking to “No!”, “Up!”, “Baba!” and “Pway!”
“Of course not, you know he’s going to say ‘mama’ first,” I teased. I decided not to beat around the bush any. “I’m pregnant again!”
“You-…what?” Noah asked, his face falling. My heart dropped like a lead sinker in my rib cage.
“I-I’m pregnant,” I repeatedly nervously, holding onto Noah’s hands tighter. “I thought-”
“Oh god. How could we have been so stupid!? Why weren’t we more careful!?” he suddenly cried out, letting go of my hands and running his hands anxiously through his newly shortened hair. “We can’t afford another baby! We can barely support the two we have!”
“Noah!” I cried out in alarm. “We’ll manage. That’s what you always say. We’ll work harder and we’ll get by. I mean, I was nervous at first too when I found out, but I know we can do this!”
“No, Aubrey,” he groaned. “Don’t you understand? We can only ever work so much harder and I can only take so much!” he cried, turning away from me now and pinching the bridge of his nose. “How are we going to do this, Aubrey? How? We barely get by as it is!”
“I think we’re getting by fine,” I said, my throat tightening and tears filling my eyes. “I mean it’s a bit hard, but- but we make a good team,” I finished, my voice feeling strangled. I put a hand on his shoulder, but he brushed it off.
“I just need to be alone for a while, Aubrey,” Noah stated quietly, not even glancing at me.
“Noah!” I whined childishly, stomping my foot. “Don’t be like this! We can do this! I know we can!” I tried to approach him once again, but he moved out of my reach and spun around to face me.
“I can’t handle anymore, Aubrey!” Noah yelled, and I was completely shocked to see tears in his eyes. “Do you know how hard it is for me? I get up at the crack of dawn everyday to work after having been up half the night with Reed and then I don’t often come back until after dark and when I come back, do I even get to rest? No! I have to take care of Reed again, or Buttercup, or goddamnit sometimes even you! I can only do so much!”
I felt a tear run down my cheek, but in addition to my despair I felt my temper flash. “You CHOOSE to do that stuff, Noah!” I yelled. “I never asked you to take care of me, or work for so long, or even get the kids at night! YOU CHOOSE TO! And what the fuck, Noah!? You act like I do nothing around here! What am I doing while you’re out all day long? I’m here with the kids, not only trying to keep up with my goddamn garden so we have food on our plates and can pay the bills on time, but also taking care of Buttercup and Reed! I get Buttercup ready for school in the morning and I’m the one teaching Reed to walk and talk and use the stupid potty and damn it Noah! Do you not see this!?”
“Oh sure, turn this all back on yourself again! Make yourself the victim so I have to comfort you ONCE AGAIN! Fuck you, Aubrey! I don’t have time for this bullshit!”
I stared at Noah, scandalized. “No! Fuck YOU, Noah! Fuck you for being an asshole right now and fuck you for not being happy that we’re expecting another baby!” I screamed, practically stomping out of the room.
“FINE! FINE! I don’t even give a damn!” Noah yelled after me. I thought he was going to continue to chase after me, but instead he turned and stormed right out the front door, his face glistening with tears that he angrily wiped away as he disappeared from my sight.
I immediately buried my face in my hands and began to sob, feeling more helpless and miserable than I had ever felt in my entire life. I was scared of our fight, scared of this new baby, and above all, scared that Noah would never come back.
He had finally had enough it seemed. I was just too much.
A/N: *hides from potentially angry readers* Thanks for reading? *ducks large objects being thrown her way* Hey, not everything can be perfection all the time! D= That being said, will Noah and Aubrey work things out, or will this start a new era in this generation without Noah in the picture? You must continue to read to find out! =O Hopefully it won’t take me too long to get the next chapter up….but until then, happy simming everyone!
Oh yes, and a very special thanks to StyxLady for recommending Windows Live Writer- it really did make posting these much easier, especially when it came to adding pictures since I could bypass Photobucket =) Yay! =D