Same Mistakes

15. Mum & Dad

15. Mum & Dad

Danielle.
Two Weeks Later.

My head ached. My mind wandered. My legs killed. My emotions swirled. I keep blanking out while doing the simplest of tasks. I'm honestly torn at the moment. I can't decide whether it was Liam or my fault. I know, I pushed Liam away so many times. But he didn't believe me when I had Megan.

I think we're both equally guilty in this case. Liam's more guilty then me in my opinion. After Li asked me who messed with the kids' emotions, he stormed out of the room. Liam handed his X-Factor-judge position to Zayn, because apparently Liam is to babyish to look at his ex-fiancé. He's such a child.

I picked out a cute but simple outfit for Megan, and carried it out to the sitting room. Megan and Madison sat on the floor, drawing pictures in their sketch-books. Madison has a real passion for drawing and sketching. Megan prefers scribbling wildly in colouring books.

"Megan," I said, lightly touching her shoulder. She turned around, and smiled. "Ashoog." She grinned, standing up. "Arms up." I said, lifting my arms to show her what to do. She lifted her arms into the air as indicated. I pulled her pink and blue striped pyjama shirt off, and slid on a cute jean-dress that used to belong to Madison. I picked up my daughter, and set her on the sofa. She kicked off her pyjama pants.

I picked up the pyjamas, and walked down to the bathroom. I dumped the clothes into the laundry bin. Walking back out to the kitchen, I retrieved three plates from the cupboard. Just as I set the plates on the counter, the toast popped. I carefully removed the three slices from the hot toaster.

"Breakfast!" I called to the kids. Madison nudged Megan to let her know that I was calling for them. The girls stood up, and walked over to the table. Max ran down from his bedroom, still in his pyjamas. "Max, why didn't you get dressed?" I asked, as I buttered the slices of toast.

"I was just playing with my car toys," Max assured me, climbing up on a chair next to Megan. "Well after we eat you have to go get dressed. Today we're going out shopping and having dinner with Grandma and Grandpa Peazer." I told the kids, setting a plastic plate down in front of each child.

"Thank-you Mum," Said Max and Madison, as I opened the fridge to get the jug of Tropicana Orange Juice. I took a stack of cups from the cupboard, and carried the items to the table. I put everything down. "Here's the juice and some cups. You guys can pour your own drinks, right?" I asked, walking back into the kitchen. I put two more slices of bread into the toaster, and took out another plate.

"Yup, I'm really good at pouring juice." Said Madison, reaching forward for a cup. "Careful not to spill," I commented, as I waited for the toast to pop. "I'm very careful." Madison assured me, as she put a cup in front of each of her siblings. "I want to pour my own juice!" Max argued, as Madison climbed on the table to pour him some juice. "I get to pour the juice today," Madison declined, tipping the jug forward.

"Mads!" I exclaimed. A large wave of orange juice washed over Max's toast, down the table, and over Max. Madison's eyes widened, and so did Max's. "Mummmmm!" Max cried, sliding off his chair. "Madison made me sticky and orange!" Max yelled, pyjamas dripping Tropicana juice onto the floor.

"Madison," I scolded, walking over to my dripping son. "What do you say to your brother?" I asked Maddie. "Lift your arms." I whispered to Max, as Madison pouted. Max lifted his arms, and I pulled off his wet tiger pyjama shirt. "Pants." I said. Max pulled down his pants, and stepped out of them.

I moved the wet clothes out of the way, as Max stood there in his underwear. "Madison," I warned, waiting for her apology. "Sorry Max for spilling juice on you," She mumbled, climbing off the table. "I'll go get him some new, clean clothes." Madison sighed, sliding off her chair.