Beau Babies / h.s

Twinkle Twinkle

   The next morning, I woke up to fine a sticky note on my forehead and the house practically empty except for me, and the babies, I peeled the note off my head and read it with blurry eyes,

   Hey Bobbie gone to the studio. Back soon. Love you xx

   That was pretty much all the note said with the exception of a few scribbles from where someone, who I thought was Louis, had spelt studio wrong,

   Sighing, I got dressed as quickly as I could before then sneaking into Louis’ room, and ‘borrowing’ his laptop,

   I hadn’t been online for such a long time but, it’s not like you can’t remember how to do it, it’s so simple,

   Logging into my facebook account, I perched on the window seat in the light of the girls’ room. My eyes widened, I was surprised the computer hadn’t frozen by the amount of requests that had boomed into the box. There were millions of comments on my wall, and so, with one swift move. I deleted my profile.

   Next, I sighed, Twitter. Logging in, I saw that the amount of followers had grown by an amazingly huge amount,

   @BobbieBeau You are honestly the most inspiring person I have ever known, keep doing what you’re doing. You’re an amazing mum and they’re so lucky to have you

   At that one, I openly awwed and clicked to follow them, however, not all of the tweets were so nice,

   @BobbieBeau You slut! Get a freaking life and stop going after my boys!

   @BobbieBeau You’re a fat ugly slut you don’t deserve to even know Niall. He’s mine. Don’t mess with me bitch. I’ll be watching you.

   That was the last one I decided to look at, these people really had no respect did they?

   Sighing, I deleted my account. I was now practically non-existent, perhaps now, people would lay off me… I thought again, actually, that won’t happen in fact it may even make them more curious,

    But I had no idea people could be so mean. I turned to the girls, “You know,” I sighed, “If anyone ever ever threatens you. You come to mummy, and she will kick their butts. I promise,” I smiled at them, they looked so innocent and young. How do babies as beautiful at this grow up to be so insecure with themselves that they hate on other people?

   “Right,” I clapped my hands together, turned the laptop off and shut the lid, “I’ll be back in one minute,” Racing back to Louis’ room, I tucked his laptop back to its original place and then crept back into the girls’ room,

   “So,” I breathed, “What do you girls want to do today?” I asked, “We’ve been to the park a lot…” Then, I had an idea, “How do you girls fancy a sing-along?” I suggested, “Although, I’ll be the only one singing,”

   I placed Jaime and Noelle into Annalise’s crib, “I am going to borrow Niall’s guitar,” I winked at them, “And I express the word borrow, a lot,” I leaned over the tapped the top of their heads, “I’ll be one minute,”

   Stealing Niall’s guitar, I returned and perched on the window seat, “Now littlans…” I smiled, “You won’t tell the other’s that I play the guitar,” I strummed, “Because they don’t know,” I whispered, “Alright,” I sniffed, “Are you ready?”

   The girls smiled, their pink cheeks chubby small giggles escaping their lips, “Now what do you want me to sing?” I asked, casting my mind back to when I was young, I tried to remember my favourite nursery rhymes, “Now, I hope you like twinkle twinkle little star,” I smiled at them,