Hey… long time no write. I have been spending a little but more time on tumblr and I noticed that there seems to be a serious lack in new Omelia fanfiction. So, I am going to try and fix that.
All my life I have heard people gush about how cute babies
are especially when they are other people’s babies, but as it turns out if it
is your boyfriend’s baby they aren’t cute so cute anymore. Well I don’t mean
that, I mean how could anyone look at Leo in his adorable hats and outfits and
not have their hearts melt instantly. However, Owen and I decided to give us or
rather this family thing a real go. We both want the strings, which scares the
life out of me, but it is worth it.
Or so I thought, two weeks ago Owen and I were standing outside
of the hospital, and we both agreed to the strings. So, we went home to celebrate…
but, oh, wait now there is a baby in the house, which means ‘celebrating’ is
somewhat of a challenge. And it is like Leo has some kind of alarm system that
goes off anytime Owen and I get anywhere close to having sex. He cries, which
after a while seems more like a scream, and of course then we have to go tend
to him. Then on the odd times Leo isn’t crying we are either too exhausted from
getting him to stop crying, or we have to work, or Betty is around. I don’t
know how my parents managed to have five kids, Owen and I can’t even find time with
Finally, after what seemed like a century we found time alone
to do all kinds of ‘unstopping’ as Owen puts it, of what we are so so good at. Which was great until Owen’s
alarm goes off, I don’t even know why he set it, it is not like we have gotten
to sleep in any day since Leo arrived. I quickly tell Owen, “Shut it off. Don’t
wake the baby!” My breath catches in my throat as Owen leans over me to hit the
alarm off. The whole ‘don’t wake the baby’ thing still feels so weird and foreign
to me, but I am trying to be less weary and doing good so far.
“Well we have to go, Betty’s got school.” Owen says, which
also feels weird to hear. And while I know he means it, he makes no effort to
get out of bed, so of course, neither do I. Within seconds we are back at it,
and just as Owen pulls the sheet over us, I hear the loud thump of what can
only be Betty upstairs. That is the other thing about these strings in this
relationship, it isn’t just the baby, there is Betty too. Who while not as bad Leo,
she still manages to put quite a dent in Owen and I’s sex life.
Owen pulls back and pulls the blanket back down, sending a
rush of cool air across my bare shoulders. He looks up at the ceiling where
Betty’s room is, “Guess we really have to get up now.”
“Or we could not.” I say draping my legs across his and
cuddling up to keep the chill of the air off me. However, before either of us says
anything else we hear Betty jump down the final step landing rather loudly for
someone who barely weighs 100 pounds. This noise is immediately followed by the
familiar sound of Leo’s screams coming through the baby monitor.
“Game time.” Owen smiles at me as he reaches for his pants
that are on his side of the bed, while I get up in search of clothes to pull on.
I’m just pulling a shirt over my head as Owen reaches the door, as he turns the
handle he asks, “Boy or girl?”
It has become our system, he always asks who I want to take
care of in the morning, Betty or Leo. Depending on the day and if it sounds
like someone is cranky, I sometimes take Leo or if he has kept Owen up all
night, I will take care of morning Leo duties to give Owen a break. But not
this morning as it is his fault I got no sleep last night, so I walk past him
through the now open door and simply reply, “Girl.”