fearless

Chapter 46: Homeward Bound

I peer into the white wood crib, my hands gripping the edge loosely. I see Hannah, who's face is red, tear covered and scrunched up. I pick her up, and lay her over my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Ty asks. I shrug, nervous and scared. I lay her on the changing table and remove her onesie.

She squirms, making it difficult, but I succeed. I take off her diaper, only to see it dry.

I change it anyway, mentally thanking myself for practicing all those times with Alex.

I replace her onesie, Hannah still screaming. "Hannah calm down." I whisper. "Maybe she's hungry?" Ty suggests.

I nod, and sit in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. I lift up my shirt, and take off my bra. Ty looks away, even though he's already seen my breasts before.

Hannah latches on immediately, causing me much pain. I yelp, and Ty turns around, coming toward me. "Are you okay?" He asks.

I feel the pain begin to dull, and I nod. "It's just uncomfortable." I speak.

Hannah stays latched on for about ten minutes, and after about three, the pain had fully diminished.

Her eyelids shut over her chocolate brown eyes, and her nose freckles look like they're shimmering in the light of the nursery.

She finally detaches from me, and then her eyes open. She squeals loudly and high pitched, making my ears sore. I look at Ty. He stops, biting his lip. "I don't know." He shakes his head.

I lay Hannah over my shoulder, and pat her back. She calms down, and burps. Then I feel her breathing steady. I remove we from my shoulder, placing her in the bed. Then I dim the lights, and step out.

Ty shuts the door silently, and follows me. I walk down the stairs, and into the kitchen, on the hunt for food.

Ty walks to his office, and shuts the door. I peer into the refrigerator, and grasp a cup of yogurt.

I open the drawer that encases the silverware, and pull out a spoon. I shut it and walk to the couch, turning on the television.

As I finish my cup of yogurt, I hear a knock on the door. I wait for Hannah to cry, but she doesn't.

I let out a sigh of relief and stalk to the door. I pull it open, revealing my parents. "Hey!" My mom says.

My dad pinches his nose, his cell phone up to his ear. "Yes Zeke." He says annoyed.

"Hey." I say in reply to what my mother said. "Come in." They step inside and I walk to Ty's office, knocking on the door. He opens it, and I point to the living room, where my parents look around.

He nods and sighs. He races to the living room, and takes a seat. I follow, and then my parents look at me. "So how's..." my father asks, now having hung up with Zeke. "Hannah." I say.

"She's good. A loud screamer, but good." Ty chants. My mother nods, grinning. "Maddie that's exactly how you were." She proceeds to laughing. "So can we see her?" My father asks.

I hesitate, but nod, and walk upstairs, telling them that I'll be right back. I crack open Hannah's door, and see her motionless in her crib.

I tip-toe to her, and run circles on her back. She wakes up, yawning like a little lion.

"Hey, my little lion!" I say, tickling her stomach. She stares at me in response.

I pick her up, and decide to change her onesie. I take her out of her black one, and replace it with a nice dark gray one.

I put little white socks on her feet, though.

I carefully walk down the stairs to the living room, and bounce her up and down on my hip. She sticks a fist near her mouth, throwing her head back in a gurgle.

My mother laughs as she sees this. By now, a smiling Zeke and Shauna sit next to my parents.

"Awww." Shauna, Ty's mother says softly. "She's beautiful." I hand her to my mother, who cradles her in her arms carefully.

Shauna pats Hannah's head lightly. "I agree." Zeke, Ty's father says loudly.

Hannah's face contorts and she begins to whimper. My mother quiets her down quickly, though.

Zeke looks at us. "Let's be real. How was it?" He asks. "How was what?" Ty asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

My mother's face pales. "Don't do it, Zeke." She stares in his direction. He only smirks.

"The sex, of course." He says like a teenage girl. "Oh my god. You sound just like Hunter." I put my face in my hands, hiding my cheeks, which are growing red as this conversation progresses.

"No comment." I say, lifting my face from my fingers, and biting my lip. My father narrows his eyes, but then my mother hands him the little bundle of joy.

His expression immediately softens, and he begins to talk to Hannah in a baby tone. I grin, and Ty wraps his arm around me gently.

"Aren't you a cutie?" My father looks at Hannah, who only blinks in response.

Her chocolate brown eyes stare widely at my father, who is making faces at her. "I give up." He says. "She won't laugh."

He rolls his eyes, and then looks at Tris, who narrows her eyes.

"She's not going to laugh, T-Four," Zeke's eyes grow wide as my mother almost mentions my father's name. "She's only a newborn." My mother tries to make a cover.

My father glares at her, and shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He gently passes the baby to Shauna, who looks at it like she's never held a child before.

"What's her nursery look like?" My mother asks excitedly. I lead her upstairs, wishing that my mother wasn't always so curious, and open the door. She smiles when she sees it.

"A bright color. Even though it's kind of Amity, it's still good." She grins.

Before my mother was a leader, when you painted your house, you could only paint it black and colors that weren't associated with a certain faction.

She lifted that rule when she took office.

She looks around the room, and then walks over to me. "I love it." She grins again.

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I dash to our bedroom after putting a full Hannah to bed. Ty awaits me in the bedroom, looking at the bed. He lays on his stomach, wearing nothing except his boxers. I walk slowly to him, and poke his ass. he grabs my wrist and pulls me onto the bed.

He attacks my face with kisses, but then stops. "I can't keep my self control. Two more weeks." He says, looking outside the wall sized window.

I kiss his neck, lying down beside him and drifting into a deep slumber.

a/n: Crappy chapter, but oh 🐳 This has been the worst week of my existence. I'm so worried that I'm still going to be on my period when I go to on my vacation. Also, my mouth is killing me because I just got my braces tightened and the woman put the wrong wire in so the orthodontist had to take it out and put in the right wire. Ouch. I've been worrying so much that it's been distracting me from my writing. This is torture. I'm going to {hopefully} survive.

Worrying about vacation problem possibilities 😰

Have an amazing and blessed day 🌸🍃

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~~~~~Question{s}~~~~~

a} Do you have braces? 👄
-YAS

b} What's your least favorite mode of transportation? ✈️
- Bus 😒

c} Where's Waldo?
- Behind a palm tree in Malibu 🌴

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