Baby Blues: Chapter 1
As I think back to myself, " I wouldn't be in this position right now if it weren't for that car accident." I know I'm still right.
- Setting: Tsukiyomi Residence
- Time: Early morning
- Cause: Daily Routine
Chapter 1:
"Cmon Ikuto it's time to get up. Let's go have some breakfast" I called. At 6:30 in the morning I would have been sleeping in, snoozing away reality. But instead...
"NO NO NO!"
I'm stuck here.
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"Ok Ikuto, let's get you out of your pajamas and into some day clothes" I exclaimed, opening up the closet and looking through the neatly hung clothing.
" NO!" Ikuto screamed as he continued with his morning tantrum. Thrown pillows, stuffed animals, and a discarded sippy cup were the typical items to which I usually had to pick up, but today, he decided to challenge me further.
" Ikuto, please stop throwing everything. It's time to get ready for.... UGH. IKUTO!!!!!"
Then, it hit me like a brick to my face.
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"NO."
"Yes Ikuto, you need to be changed. You can't go to school with a dirty diaper on." I said as I finished wiping him down. Closing the tabs, I discarded the remains into the trash can and went back to attending the "baby". Putting his pants and socks on, I undid the belt connected to the changing table and helped Ikuto off of it.
"UH UH!" Ikuto whined. His hands reached out into the open space, his eyes widening and tears forming.
" Here you go. There's no need to cry" I commented whilst handing him his pacifier. Throughout the years I've spent babysitting Ikuto, his behavior has taught me a great deal of things, primarily his short vocabulary. It's sorta like mind-reading, in a way, with every sound indicating a want or a need.
"Houw houw" Ikuto said. His slender-like hands grabbed ahold of my shirt as he bounced up and down, the pacifier nearly falling out of his mouth.
"Ok, let's eat!"
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"Stop it Ikuto. You need to eat" I complained while trying to feed him. As his high chair continued to rock back and forth, so was his bottle of milk and a bowl of oatmeal.
"Icky" Ikuto cried. His hands slammed down on the plastic table, his bowl and bottle thrown to the ground.
"I'm not getting paid enough for this damn job" I thought, bending down and collecting the contents.
"Baba" Ikuto said with his hands extended out to me. I handed him the milk bottle, heading over to the sink to wash the dirty dishes. Afterwords, I collected Ikuto and prepared him for daycare.
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"Ok Ikuto, I'll see you in a little bit" I said while attempting to soothe his fit. Face full of redness and tears, Ikuto grabbed my jacket and cried. He always was bad with separation anxiety.
"Amu, no go" Ikuto cried.
"Oh, is Ikuto-kun upset? " one of the workers asked while she walked towards us. "Here, let's go play with some toys!" the woman cheered as she took hold of his hand and led him inside.
Personally, I wouldn't have been entirely upset over this situation( I had gone through the same limbo with my little sister, Ami) however, Ikuto's sad eyes kept digging into my delicate soul until he was out of sight.
"Great way to start the day off" I thought as I started to head back home. Before I left however, two other mothers decided to share their opinions about my "baby".
"Did you see that guy? He looks over 16!"
"What's his problem? Hope he's not some pervert.
"Yea, I wouldn't want him near my daughter. I can't believe they actually let him into a daycare."
"He shouldn't be here."
"He shouldn't be here" I pondered over this. It certainly wasn't the first time I heard those words, but the more they pop up the more disgust there seems to be. If he can't get accepted here, then where should he go? Where does he deserve to go?
Hello everyone! I am taking any requests and, if requested I will translate my stories into Spanish/Español. I am also planning on continuing this story. Have a wonderful day!
Bye my chicas!!!!
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