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cvpiddszn · 5 months

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𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐤 | 𝐣.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

a/n: sorry for the lack of content. happy to be back posting my favourite couple

summary: having to explain how babies are made to two five year olds isn't easy.

warnings: children

word count: 1.2k

birdie & jack masterlist

Seven months later

"Mommy?" Little Lake was munching on his Cheerios, his eyes trained on me, a full-on question. I nearly brushed my hand through his brown hair, it was well overdue that we needed a haircut (Jack included). Lake’s hair was beginning to curl at the ends, while Lowen’s had taken longer considering the gum that he had gotten stuck in his hair a couple of months before.

Switching Amara on my other hip as she held her apple sauce drink in her hands squeezing at the package in hopes that she would be able to suck out anything else. “Yes, baby?” I asked, pulling the drink from the little blonde’s hands to which she whined, I shook my head at her and she made grabby hands towards her father.

Jack only smiled at the girl, taking her from my arms before setting her on his lap so that he could finish eating his toast. He held it out to the little girl to which she nearly bit off his finger while eating it. I leaned down kissing the little girl’s cheek whispering a soft, “good girl” watching as Jack gave me a glare.

Jack was sipping at his apple juice, since he loved it so much, claiming that it was better than orange juice (yes, I argued with him multiple times that orange juice was better). Amara watched her Dad and reached for her cup beginning to drink at it too.

“Where do babies come from?” Lake asked, his voice full of concern as his twin perked up at the question eager to also find out.

Jack spit out his juice at the question, while I paused watching my husband and then the little girl in his arms follow exactly what her father did, spitting out her juice and then giggling but Jack was so stunned that he didn’t notice the spill on his leg.

“Jack!” I scolded, tapping his shoulder rather harshly, face cloth in hand wiping at our daughter’s face where she decided that she needed to spit out her drink. I pulled her from his lap, to which her bottom lip came out, missing her father’s arms already.

Jack coughed, trying to regain his breath. The boys looked toward their father who only sputtered, they looked at me next. Wide innocent eyes and I debated on what I should do, whether it was appropriate or not. We had promised that we wouldn’t lie to our boys but we had already played along with Santa, the Easter Bunny and many other mythical creatures, plus were they truly old enough to understand any of it yet?

Within their childhood, I had already had one kid, another one only four weeks old in my stomach. We had told the boys as quickly as Jack had found out, we knew that it was inevitable that the boys would find out, and they treated their little sister so well, what was one more?

My husband looked toward me for guidance and I shrugged. “They’re boys, J. Mara and I will just understand each other won’t we, sweet girl?” I cooed at her to which she smiled at me at the newfound nickname. I knew that I would take my twelve months leave with the new baby, Amara wouldn’t be with the Nanny for too long if you counted eight more months.

Amara grabbed onto my nose, squeezing softly, her small nails pressing into the skin and I shook my head at her. The three boys sat at the table, seemingly waiting for me to say something but it was only a couple of days ago that Jack had complained that he wanted more time with the boys, saying that they clung onto me way too much (which was very true).

I sighed at the silence, my free hand placing itself on my husband’s shoulders. “You boys actually want to know?” I whispered loudly like it was some secret and even Jack gave a confused look eager to hear me out. The twins nodded eagerly, wide eyes and practically on the edge of their seats with how excited they looked knowing some secrets. “Truth is, there are such things as storks that come to drop off babies at hospitals. We sign a bunch of forms, they run some tests on the mommies to make sure that it’s her baby, and we get to go home with the baby.”

My husband raised his brow at me, looking towards the boys whose mouths made an ‘o’ shape as if it was the realization. “That makes a lot of sense, Annabelle was telling me that it had to do with ‘the birds and the bees’. I don’t know what she meant.” Lowen explained, to which Lake nodded along. The two got out of their seats walking towards their lunches to grab them and make their way into the car.

Jack also stood up from his spot, kissing my cheek and then Amara’s, “Nice save,” He commented, and I only grinned in response, tapping my lips gently so he could get the hint. He didn’t waste another second stealing a kiss from me, hoping to make it last but Amara pushed his face away. Pursing her own lips in an attempt. I laughed at the girl, adjusting her higher on my hip watching as my husband kissed the little girl on her lips as she smiled satisfied.

“Did you get a kiss from Daddy, sweet girl? Hm?” I asked her as she gurgled in response. Surprisingly she hadn’t said her first word but there were many bets placed between our families that her first word would be “Dada” or something along the lines but I knew that it was going to be something else. Call it mother’s instinct if you will. I looked towards Jack who had seemed to admire us, “You’re going to make the boys late, J. You’ll be back with your girl right after you drop off the boys.”

“My girls, you mean.” He corrected me and I gave him an adoring look before placing my hand on his back, nudging him forward hinting towards the time. He only nodded in response, kissing my cheek briefly before racing out the door.

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"Mrs, Laurier, we had an incident today.” Lake’s teacher, Miss. Calvin, walked up to me as the boys were ushered into the SUV beginning to talk amongst each other. We had thought that it was best that to separate the boys young, it gave them more to talk about in the car and sometimes twins created more chaos together rather than separately.

My brows raised, motioning her to continue as I closed the car door. “There was an argument that broke out between some kids, including Lake. Something about that storks were bringing his new sibling? Our Principal said that we don’t condone lying so we’re going to need you to tell your boy that he’s wrong.” She explained a nervous smile on her face that told me, she didn’t believe in anything she was saying.

I barely even paused shrugging my shoulders, “Okay,” Was the only thing I said before walking to the other side of the vehicle.

She waved at me, smiling, “See you tomorrow!”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” I mumbled pulling out of the pick-up area, biting the inside of my cheek. Holding me back from parking and storming into the Principal’s office and screaming at her. Who were teachers to tell parents how to parent their children? We certainly don’t tell them how to do their job.

There was no way I was going back to that place, and Jack would agree as he always did

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cvpiddszn · 1 year

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𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 | 𝐣.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

a/n: part three has been anticipated. i've been extremely busy rn, BUTTTT the last part is here, but i will continue to write for these two because i love them. a masterlist is in the making!!!! also might write for isla and quinn, nyx and luke, AND kie and nico

summary: birdie finally comes forward about her feelings

warnings: babies, suggestions towards sex, major miscommunication, fluff

word count: 3.1k

series: part one, part two, part three

My head was fucking pounding at the commotion downstairs. I could hear the squeals of the twins, their squeaks making the hangover worse than it already was. I tossed to the other side, feeling the cold sheets beneath my body at the new position. I closed my eyes hoping that sleep would consume me but alas: nothing. I knew the minute I walked down there Blair would know I was upset. With her empath ways which I silently cursed plenty of times, she could always sense when something was wrong but I knew that she wouldn’t say anything unless I told her myself.

I crawled out of the bed, making it and clearing out all of my stuff. We had plenty of guest bedrooms but Blair and Quinn had sort of claimed this exact one which was closest to baby Amara (which I would’ve thought was a curse waking up to her cries). Closing the doors softly in hopes that I wouldn’t be caught coming out of the guest bedroom.

I nearly slipped into Jack and I’s room without trouble but a small Lowen was blinking at me, “Mommy?” He asked, his head tilted to the side in a question and I closed my eyes sharply praying that this was all some kind of bad dream.

I turned around and opened my eyes, masking my face with one of contentment, one that showed that I was happy with my life. He stood right in front of me, so I leaned forward kissing his forehead, “Yes, baby? What do you need?”

“Why’d you come out of Auntie Blair and Uncle Quinn’s room?” Lowen’s blue eyes were held with curiosity and sometimes I wished that these boys inherited less traits of Jack.

I crouched down, placing my hand against his cheek, smiling softly. “I was just making sure the room was ready for them, cleaning up. I saw a hot wheels car that was on the carpet. We wouldn’t want Auntie Isla slipping and hurting herself on it. Would we?” The lie came easy, and I felt terrible having to lie to my boys but they weren’t old enough to understand. The words that Jack had said played through my head, but I knew that he would try to hide it from our kids for as long as he could. He believed in fixing things, he always had.

With a nod, Lowen raced down the stairs eager to do whatever it was that he was being entertained with right now. I finally walked into the room, seeing the blinds already open letting the sun come in. The alarm clock on Jack’s side of the bed read ‘10:29’, and I wanted to curl into the large bed and sleep. I was uncomfortable last night, and extremely cold knowing that J wasn’t there to warm me up. He was like sleeping beside a heater. always warm and never cold, which was why I was a good contrast for him. To cool him off when he got too warm.

Walking into the bathroom and locking the door behind me, I saw my reflection. My hair was a mess of curls, my makeup smudged, eyes were nearly red from crying. Starting the shower turning the dial much hotter than usual. To the point where I knew that it would turn my skin red after I got out.

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Lake ran toward me, throwing himself at me as I made my way to the bottom of the stairs. Everyone was sat in the living room, Amara content to play with Blair on the floor while J and Quinn had a hockey game already playing. I nearly rolled my eyes before my son flung himself at me.

I caught him with a grunt, his legs clinging onto my thighs instead of my hips. I dragged him along, kissing his head feeling my arms beginning to get weak as he continued to cling. “Morning, sunshine.” I grinned down at him, letting myself sit down on the couch beside my husband. I knew Jack wouldn’t want his brother to know about his relationship problems and he knew that I didn’t either so he let his arm rest just behind me. A simple gesture that had my heart racing.

Lake crawled up to my lap, hugging me for a quick second before moving to play with his brother. The boy couldn’t sit still to save his life, always needing to be preoccupied with something. As he left, Jack’s hand grabbed onto my shoulder pulling me in while he continued to talk to his older brother. My legs pulled up to the side and I watched as Blair spoke to my little girl in a quiet voice to make sure not to startle her even though she had two older brothers who are extremely loud.

Without thinking my head resting on J’s shoulder, I closed my eyes comforted by his warmth. When I opened my eyes I saw Blair’s eyes nearly question me. Kie must’ve told her something so I only looked away, avoiding her eyes because I knew that she could read me just as well as I could read her.

I stood up leaving my human heater, “Hey, Blair, you mind helping me in the kitchen?” I asked, to which she nodded. “J, you mind watching her?” I asked as Isla stood up beside me, I fiddled with my fingers resisting the urge to pick at them and pull at the skin.

“She’s just right there?” Jack replied, giving me a harsh look. It was hard to ignore a lot when your husband was actively glaring at you as if I had said the stupidest thing ever.

Quinn slapped his brother’s shoulder, looking towards me and smiling. “We’ve got her, Mads.” Even after I had been married, he still called me a nickname that had my last name in it and I missed the familiarity of being young. “Don’t we?” The oldest Hughes stood up from his spot, scooping Amara up from her spot on the floor.

Looking towards Isla with a smile, seeing her admiration of Quinn with a baby in his arms. I grabbed onto the blonde’s arm pulling her along with me to the kitchen. When we were a good distance from the living room I let her go.

Blair held her hands on her hips, holding some motherly pose that would’ve made me laugh in any other situation. “Okay, now, what’s been going on? Why is Jack looking at you like you committed some crime against him? Kie had mentioned something-”

My arms wrapped around her quickly, and she paused when she felt that I was crying, my shoulders shaking with every sob. I sank to the floor, and she followed with me. Her hand rubbed circles into my back, there had been plenty of times that we had cried together, yelled (or what Isla considered yelling) at each other, and so much more.

“I can’t, I don’t know how,” None of my words made sense as everything just followed me. Not a sentence seemed to form right in my head or mouth. “J, he- and Amara. I can’t-”

“Hey, take your time. Relax, you’re safe alright? I’ve got you, B. Always.” Her words only made me sob harder.

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"Hey angel, you ready to go?” Quinn’s voice came closer, Blair and I both paused looking up at the boy with wide eyes. My eyes were no doubt puffy and red, while we were both sitting on the floor in a comfortable position that we had been in for a while. I could already feel my ass beginning to hurt from the hardwood under.

Blair shook her head as I removed myself from her sniffling softly and wiping under my eyes, thankful for waterproof mascara. I grabbed one of Amara’s face clothes ran it under cold water and dabbed it under my eyes to reduce the swelling, hearing their hushed whispers behind me.

“We’re taking your kids to Kie’s, we’ll be back sometime later tonight.” Blair’s soft voice was heard through the silence, she placed her head on my shoulder in a comforting spot and I bit back the urge to brush her hand off but she knew exactly what I needed even if it wasn’t said. She quieted her voice between the both of us, “I want you to go out tonight, I want you to take the time to fix it. You two are the one relationship I know that can work anything out. You are not your parents, Bird.”

I only nodded, placing the cloth over the tap turning around and giving the blonde a small smile. One of reassurance, that I was okay and that I would be okay. It was something so little, a doubt in the back of my mind. Old Birdie would’ve laughed if she found out what I had been so upset over.

Blair left the kitchen, passing her husband who gave her a look that had her nodding. I always admired the two, their communication and how with a simple nod Blair knew exactly what Quinn meant. They were synced up, and if you believed in soulmates; they were the perfect example of it.

“Trouble in paradise?” Quinn finally spoke, keeping his distance from me. Unless I had said or initiated any sort of physical touch, Quinn preferred not to. He wasn’t a big hug person, despite his younger brother being the definition of physical affection. Though he made an exception for me.

I managed a laugh, his commentaries were never all that serious. He knew that was what I had Blair around for. “Something like that,” I replied, wiping my wet hands on a towel to dry them. Quinn gave me this look that I knew he knew and the dread began once again. The aching feeling of people knowing. The look of pity on people’s faces nearly made me want to cry all over again.

“I’m sure you’ve been lectured enough about this so I won’t bother with it. You know already. I will ask though, are you okay, Mads?” I was silent for a while as he waited for my response, deciding that I needed a drink because my head was beginning to pound once again.

“Word of advice: do not drink when you have kids. You will never sleep or have any freedom. I think it’d be a little different if it was just the boys but Amara doesn’t like letting me sleep at all, she prefers to cry and scream until I get J. Daddy’s girl for sure.” I spoke, hoping to avoid his question. “It was only eight years ago when you swore off women and claimed you never wanted children. Then you got married and I imagine that you’re trying for children?”

We had somehow made our way into a spot in the kitchen that allowed you to peer through the living room. Quinn’s eyes glanced toward Blair, with a sort of glassy look, it took him a minute to respond but I never questioned it. “I never wanted children, always expected that I would be the cool Uncle who spoiled the kids but kids make her happy. I want her to be happy.” He swallowed, I leaned my head onto his shoulder, to which he wrapped his arm around my arm, pulling me into his side.

“You guys are good together. You’d be a great dad, Quinn.” I reassured him, he kissed the top of my head and I already felt much lighter. The pair were perfect, the quiet and reassuring with the calm and calculated. They would make some kids extremely proud one day.

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"Do you have everything? The diapers, the car seat, wipes?” Jack’s worry was clear to everyone as he began to name things on a list like it was memorized and I nearly smiled rolling my eyes at him but bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself back.

Instead, I placed my hand on his shoulder, “Everything is in the bag, nothing has been removed and you even watched Quinn put the car seat in to make sure that it was put in right.” My voice was light and when Jack looked back at me, I could see so much worry. I looked towards the couple at the door, waving them off, “You better leave now before J finds something that you need.” I shooed, walking over toward Blair who had Amara snuggled in with her.

When I backed up, I could feel a crash into my legs and when I looked down I could see little five-year-old hands on my thighs, unable to wrap themself around me. I turned around in what little space I had being trapped between the five-year-old arms. Lake looked up at me, wide-eyed. It wasn’t often that they left the house without us, sure there was a lot of travelling from Michigan to New Jersey so that we could be close to their grandparents for the summer, but within their five years, there was a lot of going to Jack’s games travelling. Especially when Jack’s team played against Quinn or Trevor’s.

I smiled, ruffling the boy’s hair. Quinn called out to Lake telling him that they were leaving and the boys scrammed from his spot, hurrying out the door and closing it behind him. I could hear the gravel crunching underneath the tires.

Feeling hands wrap around my waist, I embraced the feeling, letting Jack stand behind me and slightly rock me as my head came back to rest against his shoulder while his head stayed in the crook of my neck. Placing a kiss between my neck and shoulder, I sighed aloud, letting out a breath of anxiety that I held.

There was a silence that washed over the house, it was quiet and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I had been home with the kids for the last six months. Did I know what to do with myself in my free time? It was obvious that neither of us wanted to have sex, especially with the tension that filled our marriage for the last two days.

My hand placed itself over Jack’s pulling it from my body but I kept a hold of his hand dragging him with me to the couch. We sat down, my hand still placed into his and I cherished the feeling of it.

“We should talk,” I suggested finally feeling prepared. Though I wished I had some script, it would help with the anxiety. “About last night, about Amara, about everything. But first I want to say something, and you’re not going to argue with me on it because I already told them yes.” He never said anything so I took it as the queue that I could continue. “I’m going back to work in a month. We’ll hire a Nanny, Amara will already be seven months old. I can’t take care of the kids all by myself anymore. I got a job offer at a University, I’ll be getting paid twice the amount I did working at a High School.”

Jack only stared at me, as if he was trying to process my words and still manage to come up with something smart that wouldn’t make either of us upset, so he nodded. “Okay, we’ll start interviewing people next week. I might not always be there, it’s the first roadie of the season.”

I nodded my reply, I knew that Jack didn’t like Nannies, especially since he claimed that Isadora took care of four children herself without any help but I couldn’t do it. “There has to be changes here too. I don’t want a divorce or to confuse our kids. I want to sleep in our bed, but I was doing some research and it said that babies need to start sleeping in their cribs when they’re six months old or they’ll get confused. Amara is confused and upset right now, I’m giving her formula now and she’s a bit fussy about it and she’s not used to you not being home. Sometimes we have to let her cry it out.”

“I get it, but sometimes we’re both too tired to argue with her.” He stated, and I remembered the time I had even brought her to sleep with us because she wouldn’t stop and the boys were in the room next door. I definitely regret setting the boys in the room next door to the baby.

“Another thing, I know that it’s different for both of us. You would think the second time around and with previous twins, I would be an expert but I’m not. I can assure you that a girl is much different than two boys. One more thing that I know is that I love you, and I’m sorry. I was completely jealous of our little girl getting all of your attention. It wasn’t fair that I was being selfish.” His hand squeezed mine in reassurance and he gave me a soft smile, kissing my cheek gently.

“I know that was hard for you to admit,” He teases with a smile knowing my stubbornness and I slap his bicep in protest, nearly speaking up in my defence before his lips came crashing onto mine and pulling back, “I'm sorry too. But to be fair, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to give you attention. You’ll always be my number one, Bird. Amara is a bit like her mother, don’t you think? Extremely needy and jealous?” He kissed me once again, his hand finding my back before laying me on the couch with him kneeling between my legs, his wedding band creating a chill on the back of my thigh as he brought it up to rest against his hip.

My hands pressed against his cheeks, pulling him closer. “I just love it when you insult me trying to get me in your bed, Mr. Hughes. Might want to watch your tongue.” I teased softly, my nails softly brushing against his jaw.

His brows raised in a challenge and I only grinned further. “You’ll get into my bed, either way, Mrs. Hughes.” Jack’s mouth came crashing against me again, and suddenly it felt as though we were newlyweds unable to keep our hands off of each other. It was rare that we actually slept around the time, staying up late and talking or doing other activities that involved no sleep. Little did I know that I would always remember this night.

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cvpiddszn · 1 year

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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐣.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

a/n: part two, and decided that i sort of want to make a series out of it so i changed her name to make it easier on me. also i'm getting all my baby info from the internet...

summary: jack tries to understand why birdie is so upset

warnings: babies, swearing, frustrated jack, major miscommunication, alcohol consumption, idk what else

word count: 3.1k

series: part one, part two, part three

I didn't quite remember why I had agreed to do errands today. As I practically stumbled –more like wobbled– in the house, I was not greeted by my husband. Lake and Lowen rushed to their rooms to play some type of game with each other. I embraced the silence, hoping that Jack was down for his nap so that I could crawl in his arms. Forgetting the fact that there was a little girl sleeping in the room down the hall.

Silently making my way into the room, slipping off my flats (that were way too tight against my ankle) and changing into sweatpants and an old rookie sweater of Jack’s. Placing my phone on the bedside table, I pulled back the covers about to crawl in when I saw a lump curled into my husband’s arms.

Our six-month-old baby sleeping in my husband’s arms should’ve been adorable. I should’ve been fawning, or taking pictures of the two but instead, I was frustrated. Annoyed because it seems that no matter how many times I spoke to Jack about how we couldn’t continue to have Amara sleep with us, he still brought her in.

Biting down on the inside of my cheek, I walked over to his side and began to shake his shoulder, careful to not wake the sleeping girl who hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last three days.

His eyes fluttered a few times, adjusting to the light from the open curtains. His brows furrowed, “Hey, babe. You have a good day?” He completely moved past the fact that our baby was sleeping with him again.

My eyes flickered toward Amara, trying to make some point. When he only became more confused, I rolled my eyes letting out a huff in frustration. I kept my voice low, “J, get her out of our bed.” I stated simply.

“She’s asleep though?” He questioned confused and I could feel the frustrated tears begin to well up again, I stormed out of the room. Jack was quick on my trail as he left our baby in our room, quietly shutting the door.

I grabbed onto the baby monitor, turned it on and took it with me avoiding Jack altogether. I was pulled back with a jolt, enough to make me realize that I was still here. That this wasn’t some nightmare. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling when I looked at him. His hand came up to brush against my cheek, I rested against it on instinct. “What’s got you so upset? I can’t fix it until you tell me.” His thumb was comforting against my lips.

Needing to feel something, even a pulse or a breath of air to let me know that he was still there. My hands grabbed his face, pulling him towards me in a bone-crushing kiss. Taken aback for a moment, he never reacted and my heart dropped in my chest. The baby monitor still in hand, I pushed myself back nearly stumbling. He reached forward in an attempt to ground me but I only pushed myself back further.

I hesitated for a moment, looking towards the monitor before tossing it to my husband who caught it without a beat. When I looked at him, his eyes seemed to be searching mine probably finding distress and worry. “When did you stop loving me, Jack? Was it before or after the birth of your little girl?” I choked out like my airway was being cut off from me.

There was a heavy silence between the house like everything was going to collapse soon. That’s exactly how I felt, knowing that it took so long for him to reassure me that he loved me still. “Bird, I don’t know what you’re even talking about-”

A rage built up in the bottom of my stomach, fuming a fire that had started a while ago. I just wanted to pick something up and throw it at the wall, watching something glass breaking against the concrete. Or anything that could show how I was feeling. “Bullshit, Jack! I am your wife, your equal. We were doing so well, I had finally gotten into a routine with the boys. Then you got me pregnant with her! Then it was all about her, “My girl did this”, “my girl did that”, constantly!”

“Is that what this is about? You being jealous of our baby?” The realization was written all over his face, and it was exactly how I dreaded. That fucking feeling that it was pathetic of me to feel like this.

“No! No, it’s about the fact that you never say it anymore, you never show me. You let her invade our space and our time and refuse to get us a Nanny because you suggested that I needed to stay home with the kids. I can’t do it anymore! I want my life back.” I exclaimed as I turned on my heel. Praying and hoping that the boys couldn’t hear me. Monitor still in his hands, you could hear Amara’s cries. I wondered for a second what he was going to do.

“Birdie, give me a second, please.”

“Fuck that, J!” I threw my arms out dramatically pacing down the stairs, making my way into the living room grabbing my keys from the bowl and shoving them in my pocket, and slipping my feet into my slide-in sandals. I could hear his quick steps behind me when I turned around his body was so close to mine that I pressed my forehead against his chest, breathing heavily.

“I love you, so fucking much, Birdie Hughes. I wouldn’t have married you if I knew that you weren’t the one I wanted until the very end. Our life has only begun together. I loved you so much more knowing that you had my kids, that you agreed to give up what you love to help at home. I appreciate all that you do for me. I love you, alright?” Jack’s hands tangled in my hair, his lips brushing against the top of my head and I closed my eyes but I couldn’t stop the tears. “Don’t leave, please. Not like this.”

The keys taunting me in my pocket, weighing in the pants. “I’ll be back. I don’t even know what I’m saying right now.” I stated, pushing myself to give space, my hand placed on his wrist, looking at him. His eyes pleading me not to go but I looked away feeling myself push further and further like I was testing my limits of how far I could go before he would leave me. With the slam of the front door, a loud cry was heard from inside but I ignored it, pulling out the keys before unlocking it. Driving to any destiny. To a spot that allowed me to clear my head.

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"When I said "a spot to clear my head", I did not mean a bar, Kie.” My brows raised at the neon glowing sign. Kiera had managed to shove me into what I thought was one of her shortest dresses possible. I was already uncomfortable with the outfit but the place was even worse. People only went to bars when they wanted a hookup. I’m married. “How about we go back to your place, and make some margaritas or something.” I fumbled to find an excuse, as I was pulling out my phone from Kie’s clutch to call an Uber.

My sister grabbed my arm, pulled the clutch and phone out of my hand. “We are not leaving until you have a little fun. Flora, Dawson, Nyx, and Luke are on their way right now. Blair and Quinn are flying out tomorrow and Salem said that she couldn’t get away from work. But that’s beside the point, the point is, you need this.” She brushed the brown curls off her shoulder, giving me a soft smile.

“Kie,” I whined in protest as she began to pull onto my arm, “I’ve never, not, come home at night before. J has never had to put all three kids to bed by himself. I don’t think it’s a good idea, and he doesn’t even know where I am!” I argued in hopes that she would give it up but she pulled me inside, the warmth of the bar causing the goosebumps from the chill to disappear.

Continuing to drag me along, placing me on the bar stool as she sat on the one next to me. “Jack has your location, right? Life 360?” When I nodded my reply, she shrugged, “You’re fine then. Plus, I’m not saying that you need to commit crimes or adultery; the pretty ring on your finger tells people that you’re taken, I’m just saying that you need to relax a bit by drinking.”

“My little sister should not be telling me that I need to drink away my problems,” I commented as the brunette leaned forward telling the bartender whatever drink she felt and slipping a twenty forward with a soft smile. The once angry girl that I had seen as a child was no longer there, replaced with someone full of happiness. Her life was fulfilled. So why did mine feel so empty?

She sat back in her seat, “Birdie,” The look on her face told me that she was about to give me a reality check, one that I truly hadn’t needed right now, “are you going to confront him about how you’re feeling?”

“No, but-”

Before I could explain, she was interrupting me, “If you’re not going to bring it up, there’s no point in trying to remember it. You can’t hold some grudge against someone who doesn’t even know what they’ve done, Bird. I’m trying to respect your decision but it’s hard to when I know how much Jack loves you.” The bartender placed the drinks on top of the coasters in front of us, I smiled in thanks. Kiera began to speak again, “Bird, you can’t fix it until you tell him.” Her hand was placed on mine, squeezing in response.

My eyes caught onto my wedding ring, dreading the feeling that came with it. It was simple, a small diamond in the middle. I would’ve preferred no diamond at all but I knew how much Jack loved those expensive things on me, whether it was jewelry or dresses or some new jersey of his since he had so many. “It just doesn’t feel like all those other times. Lowen called Jack yesterday, so worried about me. The first thing J asked was if his girl was okay. I stupidly thought he meant me. I want it all back, Kie.”

“So what? You’ll stay together for the kids, sleep in the guest bedroom, begin to take off your wedding ring, and pretend you’re together for outings, then what? Where do you go, Birdie? Nowhere. You’ll confuse your kids. You’re not considering a divorce, I can see it written on your face. You love him,” Kiera’s hand squeezed onto mine tighter, as if she was grounding me.

I love Jack Hughes more than anyone could ever know but it was hard to tell someone something that not even you understood. Kiera’s head snapped at the familiar voices pulling me from a trance, watching as my youngest sister’s arm was pulled into Dawson Mercer’s, while Luke’s hand was held tight between his girlfriend, Nyx Connor, and him. The two were the perfect example of how miserable Jack and I’s relationship had become.

Flora’s arms quickly wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly. As if she just knew exactly why I was here. I guess that I hadn’t gone out for a night since before the twins were born, but didn’t it count that I went to family functions?

“Say no more,” Flora’s sweet voice was heard as she pulled back, she looked back towards her boyfriend, who nodded at her, like they had some secret language. She leaned forward onto the bar counter as Kie sipped her drink empty with a smile. “Excuse me, can you get up five of your best shots? Thank you!” She grinned, her radiating happiness practically bleeding into everyone else.

The blonde looked towards me, tapping on my glass that hadn’t moved once from its spot. “Drink up, Bird. It’s time to get this fucking party started!”

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I was already beginning to feel the headache coming from the shots. Luke had decided to be the designated driver of the night, dropping me off at my front gate as I drunkenly punched in the numbers, willing my eyes to stay open. My eyes narrowed at the light in the living room, deciding that Jack just left the light on in case I came home. It was three in the morning and I didn’t expect that he would be awake at this hour, I know how stingy he is about his sleep schedule.

Fishing the keys out of my clothes pocket, hoping that I don’t wake up the kids or Jack. I slipped the heels off my feet carefully, feeling the ache in the balls of my feet, desperately needing a bath but I would have one in the morning when I slept off the alcoholism in my body. Quietly placing my keys into the bowl, making my way into the kitchen to drown myself in three or more bottles of water in order to soak up the shots.

Flora Madden surely knew how to party. I guess it’s not that surprising considering she’s the youngest of all of us but she knew how to convince you to drink more, and even managed to get us a few free drinks from strangers with Dawson watching with a close eye. The thing about them was that Dawson knew that Flora was always going to come back home to him no matter what. That level of trust was something I wished that I was capable but with how much had been taken from my life previously it wasn’t me. I was possessive, jealous if you will.

“You’re up late,” Jack’s voice interrupted me while I was deep in thought drinking my water, causing me to practically spit out the water in my mouth. Feeling the roughness against my throat, I coughed leaning over the counter. “Usually you’re back earlier.”

“‘Usually’, I’m not out,” I reply shortly, continuing to chug back the rest of my water bottle, feeling the contents empty I turn towards the tap and fill it up, ignoring my husband who glared holes into my back.

I flinched at the loud echo of the bar stool being pulled out, Jack sitting in the chair with an unamused look on his face. As if he had any right to be upset with me. “You didn’t call or text. I had to find out through your little sister’s Instagram story where you were and what you were doing.” He answered, his voice filled with a tint of anger but I didn’t understand still feeling drunk.

Emotions were overwhelming me, and I had always been an honest person while drunk. “Didn’t know that you were my Dad and had to know exactly where I was at all times? If you truly wanted to know, could’ve checked my location.” I shrugged, plugging my phone into the charger before searching through our pantry and grabbing onto the fruit snacks that the boys loved so much.

“Not your Dad, Bird, just your husband.” Jack’s hand brushed through his hair and it was for a split moment that I could see the tiredness in his eyes. He hadn’t slept at all, not knowing where I was. “You know, your equal.” My own words were thrown back at me, my heart aching as they left his lips.

My hand waved around nonchalantly like I was brushing it off even if it hurt. “I don’t want to do this right now,” I announced, still keeping myself quiet so that it was still a private conversation between us. Grabbing my full water bottle and made my way out of the kitchen, hearing as his feet were quickly behind me. His arm caught onto my waist, pausing me from my spot.

“When do you want to do this, Birdie? You can’t just keep ignoring me and I refuse to lie to our kids.” His voice was stern as if he was trying to get through the barrier between us but my wall was still put up, not letting down yet.

“What’s Mara going to do, Jack? Tell you ‘oh no’?” My smartass response made him flinch, and I bit the inside of my cheek telling myself that I needed to keep my mouth shut for a while. His eyes snapped toward mine as I grabbed onto his hand, mistaking it for just wanting to remove his hand from my waist. There was a quick squeeze before I let go, pulling my hand behind my back. “I’m sleeping in the guest bedroom.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, I had never refused to not sleep in our bed. “What? We can’t even sleep in a bed together?” I wasn’t even sure why he was complaining, it wasn’t as if he’s touched me or cuddled with me since Amara was born. I was touch-starved at this point, missing the feeling of his hands all over me but it seemed that when it was the only thing that kept me staying that had him touching me.

“Amara in our bed?” I questioned, watching as the surprise melted from his face and instead filled with embarrassment knowing that I had told him that I didn’t want her sleeping in our bed anymore.

“Fast asleep,” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck before the confusion again. “Wait, why is that a problem? Is that it, Birdie? That’s so-”

I scoffed, to which he paused giving me a concerned look, “If you say stupid, I’m leaving.” I retorted sharply, regretting the words as they fell from my lips. I knew that I couldn’t leave, I was stuck here. I couldn’t leave my boys, and as much as Amara didn’t like me I loved her more than anything. You can be jealous of something you love, right? “I’m sleeping in the guest bedroom, that’s that. Goodnight, Jack.”

Without another word, I made my way upstairs, my husband keeping a safe distance between us. My hand hovered over the door knob debating on whether or not I should. If I walked into there, it was admitting that there was a real problem. I knew he was watching me, hoping that I would change my mind and follow him in with an apology and a kiss. So I pushed open the door never once looking back as my decision was finalized with the shut of the door.

No amount of apologies or kisses was going to fix this.

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𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐣.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

a/n: first time writing on tumblr, just needed some angst. it's an au that i made, sorry if the names are confusing. might make a part two.

summary: birdie is tired of feeling like jack doesn't love her anymore

warnings: babies, swearing, angst, a whole lot of frustration

word count: 2.7k

series: part one, part two, part three

I never thought that after five years I would’ve gotten into a routine with my children but with time, I did. I loved my two boys but with our newer arrival; Amara Lane Hughes, being born in the summer didn’t have all the perks. Sure it meant that Jack was around for her birth and there to help me but it also meant that Amara became more codependent on her father being there every waking moment.

It seemed only a minute ago –it had been two hours– that I had put down the little hothead. She was falling asleep in my arms after crying out. It was clear that she missed her father. Sometimes I wished that Jack had just left the girl alone, but he always caved desperate to hold the little girl. He refused to let her sleep in her crib, setting her in between us late at night when I was only too exhausted to argue. I often wondered if our spark was gone, that we didn’t have any of our youth left and with Jack constantly with our baby, there was never a second alone for us. Kisses on the cheek and small praises were all that were exchanged between us.

I knew that it was wrong to feel this way. Especially when I knew that I loved Amara with my entire heart. I should be thankful that I have a husband that loves their kids so much but some part of me was selfish. I just wanted a minute with my husband, but it seemed that when he was home and when it was time for the little girl's nap, Daddy always tucked her into our large bed and fell asleep with her.

The loud cry from my daughter’s room snapped me from my daze. I blinked at the screen, Jack’s hockey team’s highlights playing on the screen. I pushed myself from the couch, the twins; Lowen and Lake, sitting on the other end of the couch happily watching their father’s game highlights, pointing at the people they knew.

I flipped the lights of Amara’s bedroom on, I knew that the little girl preferred our bed now, after too many times that Jack took her in there. It didn’t help that I had just finished breastfeeding, resorting to formula now. Amara was not okay with the change in her life. I picked up the girl whose eyes adjusted to the brightness, realizing that it was her mother rather than her father, she instantly began to cry.

I bounced her softly, cooing in hopes that it would calm her but she continued to cry, “Sh, Mara. It’s okay, Daddy’ll be back tomorrow. How does that sound?” I spoke quietly, admiring her blue eyes much like J’s. At the mention of her father, the girl’s eyes frantically looked around searching for her protector upon realizing that he wasn’t there she cried louder.

I hoped that at the sight of her brothers, she calmed, so I took her into the living room settling on the couch. Lake perked his head up at his little sister, settling beside his little sister and I but the little girl only whined further. The little girl’s head snapped at the sound of her father’s voice, she perked up towards the TV, showing an post-game interview. A gurgling noise came from her as her smile came shining through. Amara’s other hand –that was not gripping onto my finger– made a grabby motion at the TV.

“Do you boys mind finding me your sister’s soother? I think it might be in Daddy and I’s room on the bedside table.” I asked, to which Lake and Lowen both nodded being the angel children they were. I couldn’t remember a time that they never listened to me, being momma’s boys all the way. I was beginning to miss that stage when my babies needed me and didn’t cry constantly. They were good babies. Upon the boys' leave, Amara only cried harder, the echoing sound beginning to hurt my ears. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I wish your dad was here too,” I began to speak, feeling the knot at the back of my throat, “You should be lucky, Mara. Daddy loves you so much. If he could steal the world for you, he’d do it.”

Tears of frustration began to fall as my daughter threw her hands out in a tantrum, I laid her back against my thighs, and the girl squirmed from side to side unsatisfied with how everything was going. I attempted to keep my voice light, but with tears continuing to fall I couldn’t help but feel my heart get lodged into my throat, “I don’t know how to make it stop, sweetheart. You’re probably just tired.” It wasn’t a lie, she hadn’t gotten much sleep in her bed which she had never gotten used to, but it was always me who had never gotten any sleep.

Lake stopped in front of me, noticing my sadness, he frowned. “Don’t cry, Mommy.” He said, his thumb coming forth to wipe away the tears falling. With the pacifier in his hand, he placed it into Amara’s mouth, whose crying began to stop. Lake crawled in beside me placing a pillow under his arm patting it softly and I took his hint. Passing Amara over to her older brother who had this gentle look in his eyes as he stared at the infant.

All the while, Lowen Hughes had gotten ahold of my phone, calling his father immediately. Pressing the phone over his ear, to listen to the ring. It wasn’t unusual that Lowen called his father, they made sure to check in on each other constantly, talking to their father through my text messages or calls.

“Hey, Bird I’m kind of busy right now. So I’ll need to call you back. Later tonight with the boys-”

“Dad?” Lowen asked gently making sure to keep his voice down to that I wouldn’t hear. The last thing he needed was to get in trouble for calling Dad while he was working.

There was a silent pause for a moment, one filled with confusion on the other end. “Hey, bud. What’re you doing with your mom’s phone?” A door shut on the other side, for privacy.

“Lake said that he saw mom crying with baby Amara,” Lowen stated quietly, he peered out the door checking to see the three of them were still occupied. “Mara is giving Mom a hard time. When do you get back?”

“I get back tomorrow morning, bud. I’ll be there when you wake up. Do you want to hand the phone to Mom?” At his father’s question, Lowen nodded, not realizing that his father couldn’t see him. The younger boy walked out into the living room, holding my phone out to me. I raised my brow in question and he mouthed back “Dad”.

With Lake and now, Lowen, being preoccupied with their little sister that was sleeping soundly in Lake’s arms. “Hey,” I spoke into the phone, my voice soft as a small smile finally graced my face, warmth filling my body at the thought of Jack calling me to check up on her.

“Lo called,” my heart dropped, “How’s my girl doing?” Jack’s voice was a comfort to hear, better than the screaming cries of our daughter on the couch.

The warmth was back, “Good, she misses you,” I spoke, clearly talking about myself as I kept hushed over the phone like it was a secret that I couldn’t share with anyone else, certain that Amara would scream in jealousy at me getting to talk to her father.

“Really? Lo said she was giving you a hard time. I’ll be home soon, babe.” The tears began to well up in my eyes again as I crouched into the corner, away from the sight of my children but my eyes were always trained on them. I had truly thought that he meant me. It was an honest mistake. I felt so fucking stupid and selfish thinking that I deserved more effort from my husband. This was the life that I had wanted.

My hand covered my sobs over my mouth, letting out a half hum of a reply. Everything was tuned out as I could hear the beeping of the other line completely missing everything that my husband was blabbering on about. Too focused on trying to slow my heart rate and compose herself for my children.

Through blurry tears, my finger hovered over the contact before pressing it, listening to the rings go through one after the other. The one person I knew would be there in a second without hesitance. Her best friend. And she would be sure to call Isla right after, knowing that she would want to know exactly what happened, though I didn’t need a mediator right now, I needed comfort that I was right to know that it was okay for me to feel like this rather than having to talk to my husband about it.

“Hey, Bird! Did you see that picture I sent you? Holls is a little troublemaker just like her father is.” Kiera cooed softly at her child, but I couldn’t hold it in, I sobbed into the phone curling my hands before pushing my nails deeply into my palms like I did when I was younger. “Oh my god, Bird! Are you okay? Fuck, I’m coming over, bringing Holls with me. You’re telling me everything!”

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Holland and Amara were sleeping soundly upstairs. Kiera used one of the twins’ old cribs for Holland. Amara was quiet most of the time, having her Aunt Kiera set her into her bed while I cuddled up to Holland who was rather fond of me. Kiera soon took up her daughter –who had fallen asleep in her my arms– into a crib.

The brunette let me lean my head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. The twins put on some movie that they liked but eventually, it was going to be their bedtime too. “I swear, babies like everyone but the person that birthed them.” The brunette commented, her hand running through my hair in a soothing manner that I was sure could have me falling asleep in a few seconds.

“I don’t know how you do it, Kie.” I sighed, my body comforted in warmth between her sister and a blanket that my boys had placed on us.

Kiera just laughed, “Bird, you’ve got two amazing boys. And they’re twins by the way! With Amara, you’ve got three kids to take care of you. One isn’t even a year old yet! You’re doing great, Bird.” She kissed the top of my head letting me be lulled to sleep. “I’ll put the boys to sleep, Bird. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Her arms tightened around me, squeezing me every once in a while to let me know that she was always there and when I could hear hushed whispers and small steps on the floor I finally calmed to sleep. The first time that I had in three days.

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"You listen here Jack Hughes,” Kiera Finch’s finger pushed against her brother-in-law’s chest, “I’m taking your three children sometime this week. You are going to take out your wife, and show her that you still love her.” She spoke quietly, looking rather intimidating as baby Holland was placed onto her hip.

Nico kissed his wife on the cheek to which she smiled softly, patting his cheek gently before he grabbed onto the diaper bag pulling it up onto his shoulder. “Let’s go, firecracker.” He joked, beginning to poke Holland’s sides to which she giggled, hands reaching out towards her father.

Kie hummed, snapping her head back as she glared at Jack. “Understand? I’ll text you the details and when you will be doing it. Don’t screw this up, Hughes.” Despite his confusion at his sister-in-law’s speech and rather harsh scolding, he nodded along wishing nothing more than to curl up with his baby girl.

When the door shut, Jack smiled at the smell of his home knowing that his wife would be asleep in their bed. He decided that he didn’t want to wake her up, he would take some weight off her chest, get the two boys ready for school and little Amara up from her sleep.

He learned that he shouldn’t question when Kiera Hischier came over to their house, though he at least thought that she would’ve stopped with the nine-month-old but she never did. No matter how young the baby was or how tired they were Kiera always made time to see her big sister. Sometimes they even had Flora and Wren –Flora's step-daughter– come over with them. Wren was good with the younger girls, and it wasn’t a surprise when Bird told Jack that Wren had asked Flora when she and Dawson were going to have a kid.

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I didn't sleep as long as I wanted to. If I could’ve stayed asleep in a coma, I would’ve, but the overwhelming smell of bacon filled the room. I realized that early on during my pregnancy with Amara, I hated the smell of bacon, the sad reality was that it turns out that it was something that never ended after she was born. Which was extremely upsetting because I really loved bacon.

After getting ready, I walked into the kitchen. Smiling at my children, Lo and Lake sat at the table chowing down their pancakes. Their appetites were quite large for five-year-olds but it wasn’t something unusual. Ellen said that J’s eating habits were the same as a kids.

“Babe, you’re up! I thought I’d let you sleep in a bit.” Jack’s voice made me jump. I knew that he was supposed to be back but something in my mind had pushed it back. As he leaned forward for a kiss, I turned my face allowing him to kiss my cheek. No ‘I missed you’ or ‘I love yous’ from either of us, a tension filling the room.

I ignored my husband, kissing my boys on their heads. Smiling at Amara who giggled softly, in a much better mood with her father home now. Pressing a kiss to her head, I ran a hand over her head feeling the amount of hair. There was quite a bit, especially for so young but I loved her regardless, certain that she picked it up from my younger sister; Flora, who had a full head of blonde hair practically as soon as she was born.

The two boys placed their dishes into the sink, grabbing their lunches that had been packed the day before. The three of us had a routine down by the start of October with Jack’s morning skates. Normally they consisted of Amara tagging along with us but I assumed that Jack wanted the little girl to himself for a while. Getting in their constant father-daughter bonding time.

I grabbed my phone off the charger, seeing the missed call from last night. I could the van door slam shut outside. “Shit, sorry I missed your call.” I frowned, shoving the phone into the back pocket of my jeans. At the sudden grasp on my waist, I gasped, steadying myself by holding onto Jack’s shoulders.

“We should do something today. You, Amara, and I? What do you say, Mama?” His charming smile almost made me want to say yes. To spend the entire day together, hoping that the hole that was in my heart filled with borrowed time. A sudden whine interrupted Jack from saying anything more, he sighed leaning his head onto my shoulder.

“Your girl is calling you,” I teased, and I know that I shouldn’t have made the dig. It was our baby. It was my baby. It felt wrong that I felt so jealous of something so small, something so big in our life, something I knew might’ve happened. I didn’t have a right to feel like this, it wasn’t right to feel like this. “I’ve got errands to run today. Maybe some other time?”

“Yeah, okay.” It wasn’t my fault that I didn’t see the sadness on his face, our daughter squealing in anger needing some sort of attention from her father, but Jack couldn’t even stay focused watching me, his wife, walk out of the house like there was nothing wrong when we both knew deep down that something was so very wrong.

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