Worth The Trouble ?

Song: La Mamma // Charles Aznavour

Thanks to abukhari for the idea!! :p

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The next morning, I woke up because I had to and not because of a nightmare. Dylan was already up, probably making breakfast for us. I turned off my alarm and got up feeling better than I had in days.

I did my business in the bathroom then moved onto my favorite part of the day– choosing an outfit. Since I had to go to the hospital to attend my meeting with the obstetrician, I chose to wear a black cropped hoodie with matching sweatpants. 

When I stepped out of my room, I almost tripped over a baby toy thrown carelessly in front of my door. I looked down the hallway and my eyes widened in alarm when I saw Céline crawling towards the staircase with determination.

Picking up the toy, I hurried towards my niece and plucked her from the floor. She was wearing the yellow sundress I bought her a week ago. She started crying once she was mid-air, but at the sight of her toy, she instantly calmed down and took it from my grasp.

Tickling her stomach, I set off in the direction of the nursery, where I was sure Rose was. Cody's cries grew louder as I neared the door, and I knocked on the already-open door before entering. Rose was stood over a changing table, a frustrated look on her face as her son squirmed around.

She glanced over her shoulder, her face filling with relief at the sight of her daughter in my arms.

"Good morning," I said, walking into the room to stand by her. I held Céline's small hand in mine and shook the toy to make a rattling noise. This caught Cody's attention, and his cries died down at the sound.

Rose took this as an opportunity to change her son's diaper before dressing him in an outfit that was similar in color to his sister's, "I don't know how you do it, hun, but they always stop crying when they see you." She sighed out.

I blew raspberries in his direction to make him giggle and shot Rose an amused glance, "You just need to distract them– plus the twins love this toy."

Once she was done, she picked him up, "It's things like this that make me sure you're going to be a great mother," She said with sincerity. My smile faltered as I followed her out of the room and I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind.

The kitchen smelt like fried eggs and Antoine sat at the countertop eating a french omelet, a reusable plastic cup full of orange juice next to him. He was dressed in some cotton shorts and a blue shirt. Rose seemed to be dressed too, and I guessed she was taking him to the park like she promised last night.

Dylan was at the stovetop, flipping an omelet onto itself as Rose waltzed around the kitchen, packing the diaper bag. My brother turned around and once he noticed me standing, he smiled. He gestured for me to take a seat on a stool and set the omelet in front of me. Then, he opened the fridge and pulled out a container full of sliced fruits. He spooned the red berry salad into a bowl and slid it onto the counter.

"Eat up," He said.

I stared at the plate of loaded omelets and then at the bowl of fruits before giving him an incredulous look, "I can't eat all of this."

"Of course you can, just pick up a fork and dig in," He replied with raised eyebrows.

"It's too much," I told him pointedly.

He crossed his arms, "You need a balanced diet, and those tiny bites of food you take aren't good for you or the baby."

Fuck. If I knew telling him would result in him breathing down my neck, I would've never opened my goddamn mouth. I averted my gaze from his challenging figure and spun on my stool to face the countertop. Choosing to ignore his piercing gaze, I pushed the bowl of fruits closer to Antoine and shot him a wink. He grinned and happily dug into the salad.