Saving Twins by Babyme (or Lilme)
Don’t know what everyone is going to think about this chapter, but I got it the way I want it and I’m happy with it, so here it is, enjoy…
Tom looked around the tree house, satisfied with his work. If it hadn’t been for Brian, it might have been a lot longer before it was finished. It had been two days since his son left. He hated to see him go, but he had his own life now.
Tom ducked down and went through the door and out on to the small patio they’d built on. He gave the house a last look-over before heading down the spiral stairs that wrapped around the tree’s trunk. It was an impressive tree house.
Inside, Julie was supervising some arts and crafts with the girls in the living room. Christy was making a mess with finger paints and Susan was gluing together Popsicle sticks trying to make a pencil holder for Tom. Whenever she was out in the barn with him while he was working on his furniture, he was always looking for one of his pencils; he never seemed to be able to remember where he set it down.
Christy had no hesitation about getting into the finger paints. She found that fun and messy stuff like this thrilled her to no end. Julie set up plastic on the floor and a canvas for her to work on. She looked rather cute standing there in the protective smock that was put on her, with paint all over her fingers and a dab on her cheek. Her work was starting to resemble Mr. Bear. It was crude but the resemblance showed.
Susan, given the choice between finger painting, the Popsicle sticks, or elbow macaroni and glue, chose the Popsicle sticks. The finger painting looked kind of fun, but she couldn’t help but think that it was kind of babyish and let her sister indulge in that one alone. She was very excited about the pencil holder though, and couldn’t wait to finish it for Tom. In her haste to do so, she had gotten Elmer’s glue all over her hands and some on her play clothes where she tried to wipe it off.
Julie said, “That’s really pretty Christy, it looks just like Mr. Bear.”
Christy smiled brightly and said, “Uh huh, and I’m gonna put a red ribbon on him too. I think he’d look so cute, don’t you?”
“I’ll bet he’d be the most handsome bear in this neck of the woods, sweetie.” Julie told her
Susan grabbed another stick and squeezed some glue onto the ends. She placed it in with the columns she had going, and as she tried to get it to stick in place, the glue on her fingers stuck to the other side and kept pulling it back off. Aggravated, she tried to wipe her hands off on her clothes again.
Julie laughed as she watched this, and grabbed the tub of baby wipes she knew she would be needing. After pulling one out, she knelt beside Susan and wiped her hands off for her.
Reaching out and wiggling her finger on Susan’s nose, she said, “Silly girl, there’s more glue on you than there is on your sticks. What are you making?”
“A pencil holder for Tom. He can never find his pencils out there.” She giggled and said.
Julie thought this was the funniest thing she’d ever heard and laughed. Tom was often a little forgetful when he was in the middle of doing something. She would often make jokes about tying a string to the pencil and the other end to his shirt. She had tried giving him a pencil holder for his workbench, but he always set the pencil down somewhere else. He was so into what he was doing, that he didn’t remember where he put it when he needed it again.
Susan looked confused by the laughter and asked, “What?”
“Oh nothing sweetheart. He’ll love it, trust me.” Julie said, knowing Tom would find the humor in it.
Susan smiled and went back to work on her project. Christy was finishing the red ribbon on Mr. Bear and then tore off the page, setting it aside to let it dry. She was going to start on a new painting when Julie came over before sitting down again to check her diaper. After maneuvering through the smock and clothing, she felt inside the legging and felt that it was damp.
Julie was going to start cleaning the finger paint off of her, when Tom came inside. He smiled at the girls and said,
“Guess what, girls?”
“What?” They replied in unison.
“Your tree house is officially done! You now have your girl’s club.”
The girl’s faces lit up at this news, and an excited Christy started to make her way past Julie to go outside to see their new club.
Julie grabbed her back and said, “Whoa, little one. Not so fast. We need to get you cleaned up and changed first.”
Christy wiped her hands on her smock trying to clean them, and said, “I’m not wet, really. I wanna go see the tree house.”
“You are too wet and you need to be changed first, I don’t want that rash getting any worse. The tree house will still be there when we’re done.” Julie told her.
Christy thought about this for a moment and decided to just let her change her, if that’s what would make the rash go away she was all for it. Since the morning after they went skating, the skin around her inner leg where the diaper opening was, had been pretty sore.
She sighed at the delay and said, “Okay, but only if Susan waits for me.”
“I’ll wait.” Susan said, though she really wanted to go out right now and check it out.
Julie smiled and said, “There, see? They’ll wait for you sweetie. Now, let’s get all this paint off before we go upstairs.”
She undid the ties at the back of the smock and took it off, setting it down on the plastic on the floor. As Christy held her hands out, Julie took some wipes and went about cleaning her fingers and her face.
Christy said, “I can’t wait to see it.”
“Me too.” Susan chimed in
" I still get to come up as an honorary member even though I’m just a boy, right?" Tom smirked and asked.
Christy giggled and said, “Well, we’ll hafta think about it. We can’t have any boys accidentally seeing our secret girl stuff.”
“Yeah, how do we know you won’t run off and tell all the other boys what you saw?” Susan added.
Julie said with a wink to her husband, “Because if he does, he’ll have to answer to me. Who do you think runs the show around here? Certainly not some silly boy!”
Tom rolled his eyes and they all laughed. Julie finished cleaning Christy, and led her upstairs to be changed. Tom and Susan went about cleaning up the living room after he’d gotten the glue cleaned off of her. They almost got everything put away when he looked at the Popsicle stick container that she’d been working on.
“So what are you making sweetie?” He asked her
She said, “Well, I didn’t want you to see it till it was done, but it’s a pencil holder for your workshop out in the barn, cause you always lose your pencils.”
Tom laughed and Susan looked confused again.
“What?” she asked even more puzzled this time.
Tom picked it up carefully and looked it over as he said, “Oh nothing, hon. You’re doing a really great job on it so far. I can’t wait to put all my pencils in it.”
He would put it out on the bench with about 20 some odd pencils in it so that she’d see he was “using” it, but knew if he didn’t keep buying pencils for it, they’d all just end up missing anyways. Maybe now he’d finally remember to start putting them back in when he was done.
He chuckled and asked, “Are you going to color it or put some pretty designs on it?”
“I was thinking about that. Maybe I could draw some flowers or some trees or something.” Susan told him.
Tom carefully set the holder back down, gave her a hug, and thanked her. Susan beamed up at him; glad she had made him happy. Julie and Christy came back downstairs and the four of them went outside to see their new girl’s club. They absolutely loved it. The stairs spiraled around the trunk of the tree up to a small patio. As they hurriedly climbed up to the top, Tom put his arm around Julie and they watched the girls race inside through the door.
The inside was awesome. There was a small table with four chairs in the center. The door had a window with curtains on it; the other three walls each had windows and curtains as well. Against one wall was a set of shelves that didn’t have anything on it yet, and in the corners towards the back were two pink beanbag chairs. There was one light over the table in the center, which there was a switch for just inside the door.
“This is too cool.” Susan said
Christy walked around the table, looking around as she headed to one of the beanbag chairs. She plopped down on it and laid back.
She said, “This is way too cool. We can hang out up here and play house.”
Susan looked at her sister for a second. For a moment, the thought of playing house seemed a little too childish, but then quickly found that she liked the idea. It had been so fun when they were little. They could get some of the stuffed toys from her sister’s crib. As she started thinking about some of the other stuff they could bring up here, something fabulous occurred to her.
“You can be the baby, and I’ll be the mommy.” She said, excited.
Christy sat up and said, "Yeah! And Mr. Bear can be the daddy.
The girls giggled and ran back down the stairs and into the house. They thanked Tom as they ran by, who laughed and told them they were welcome. They went up to Christy’s nursery and grabbed all the stuffed animals, including Mr. Bear. Before going back out to their girl’s club, they grabbed some games and some odds and ends to play house with.
They played for a while before dinner. Each of them played their roles to the fullest extent. Christy loved being the baby, even though she pretty much already was one. She talked in baby talk, crawled around on the floor, and did what her “mommy” and “Daddy” told her. Susan and Mr. Bear looked after all the babies, fed them, and played with them. The girls giggled and laughed as they played their game.
When dinner rolled around, they put everything on hold and went inside to eat. Tom and Julie were happy to see the twins having so much fun out in their girl’s club, as they listened to all the details. After dinner Tom undid the bib they now put on Christy for meals, pulled her out of the highchair and took her upstairs to use the bathroom, followed by a change into a dry diaper. The girls went back out to their club to play some more.
A few hours rolled by and they were still playing. They had pulled out one of the game boards and had it set up on the table. They each sat in one seat, and Mr. Bear and another stuffed animal sat in the other two seats. Christy rolled the dice for her teddy, then moved his game piece five spaces.
She said, “Ut oh Mr. Bear, you’re going to jail!”
Susan giggled and said, “Yeah, do not pass go, and do not collect two-hundred dollars.”
“I’ll take his two-hundred dollars.” Christy said as she grabbed the money from the bank.
Susan grabbed her sister’s hand and said, “Hey, you can’t do that!”
“How bout we split it? A hundred for me and a hundred for you?” she asked.
Susan played it up as she said, “Well, as the banker, that’s not very honest… buuuut, I suppose since we both get some, it’s ok.”
The girls giggled as they divvied up the two hundred dollars. Coincidently, both of their piles of money just happened to be much bigger than the stuffed toy’s piles.
Susan was about to roll the dice, when she suddenly needed to pee. She still had trouble getting to the bathroom on time, but was too wrapped up in the moment to dash off and go. Less than a minute later, it got worse and she crossed her legs and started to hop in her seat just slightly.
Christy recognized the pee pee dance when she saw it, and said, “You better go potty before you have another accident.”
Four times in the past month, Susan had failed to make it to the bathroom on time. It wouldn’t have been that bad for her if they were just little accidents, but once it let go, she couldn’t stop it. She felt embarrassed, but more disappointed with herself for the lack of control. The last two times it happened, she had cried too. She couldn’t stop herself as the recently unleashed feelings overtook her. Having to go find Tom or Julie with the bottom half of her play clothes all wet as well as crying about it, only made the feelings worse. Even though they didn’t think anything of it, Susan was afraid they’d stick her in diapers; She didn’t want to be put in them, she was a big girl.
Susan said with desperation in her voice, “I know. I better go, I’ll be right back.”
“I’m gonna come in too, I wanna grab my paci.” Christy said as she followed her sister out. She recently started wanting it during the daytime periodically, as well as at night.
Tom and Julie were sitting on the back porch as the girls made their way up. Susan had all she could do to walk and hold it at the same time. With each step she took, the pressure became greater, and her despair rose higher. Tom could see the girl was in trouble and was about to get up so he could pick her up and run her upstairs. Just as Susan was up on the last step of the porch, her bladder let go and she felt her thighs and legs growing wet.
“Julieeeee.” Susan cried out as she blushed red and the tears started overflowing.
Julie felt really bad for her. The poor girl made it out to be a bigger deal than it really was. She tried explaining this to her before, hoping that she’d understand that it was ok, but the lack of control over her feelings always overrode Julie’s words.
As she made her way over to comfort Susan, she said, “Sweetie, it’s ok. Don’t cry. We’ll just get you all cleaned up and changed into some dry clothes. No biggie.”
Susan couldn’t help it, and she continued to cry. Julie took her by the hand and started to lead her inside. She looked at her watch and stopped in the doorway saying to Tom,
“I think it’s time to call it a night. Why don’t the two of you pick up the tree house, and when you come inside, I’ll have bath water running for the girls.”
Tom said, “Sounds good to me, my love.”
After they got upstairs, Julie led Susan into the bathroom to get the tub running. She fussed with the knobs to get the temperature just right, and then added bubble bath soap. As the tub filled up and the bubbles rose, she started humming softly as she peeled the wet clothes off of Susan, and threw them into a pile to take to the washer.
Susan had stopped crying before they came into the bathroom, but still felt bad about wetting herself. She was a big girl and wasn’t supposed to have accidents. She didn’t know what Julie was humming, but it was soft and sweet, and was making her feel better. She suddenly wondered if the bath was for her, as she was being undressed right here in the bathroom.
“Julie?” She asked.
Smiling down at her, Julie said, “What, sweetie.”
“Is that for me?” Susan asked, pointing to the rising bath.
“Yes, hon. I thought tonight that maybe we could save some time and water, and the two of you could take a bath together.”
Susan wasn’t sure what to say. She wasn’t opposed to baths, though she hadn’t taken one in years. She preferred to shower, discreetly, washing her own self. Now she was going to be in a tub with her sister, while Julie washed them? On one hand, what did it matter, they were seen naked all the time, and saw each other naked all the time. On the other hand, she was a big girl and could wash herself!
“But I can wash myself.” Susan said
Julie told her, “I know sweetie. You can take care of yourself while I take care of Christy if you want. I just thought with how much you two love to play, that you’d like to play in the tub.”
Susan couldn’t think of any other reason to object. She supposed that she wouldn’t really mind taking a bath with her sister. They did have so much fun together. Julie stopped the water, and motioned for her to get it. She got into the tub and sat down, feeling the very warm water and bubbles surround her. It felt really nice, and she let herself slide down and sink under, staying there for a moment as she held her breath. She felt Julie’s hand pull up on her shoulder and she came back up, wiping the water and bubbles back from her eyes.
Christy came bounding in from the nursery where Tom had gotten her undressed for the bath. She stopped when she saw Julie sitting on the rim of the tub, and her sister wiping bubbles from her face.
“I need to wait?” She asked
Julie said, “Nope, hop right in sweetie. You two can play for a while once we get all cleaned.”
Christy smiled and got in the tub with her sister. Julie handed a bar of soap and a washcloth to Susan, and grabbed the little pail next to the tub to wash Christy’s hair with. As Susan washed herself, Julie poured water over Christy’s head, and then grabbed the baby shampoo. Christy sat there with her eyes tightly shut so no soap would sting them.
Julie told her, “Be a good girl and hold the pail for me while I wash your hair, sweetie.”
Christy blindly stuck her hands out to grab the pail, and Julie handed it to her. At first, Susan felt a little awkward sitting in the tub with her sister. Now she was fighting off the overwhelming urge to slap the water with her hand, and splash Christy, who wouldn’t even see it coming. She finally gave into the urge and did just that.
“Hey!” Christy said as she felt the water hit her. She giggled and splashed Susan back, hoping she was aiming right with the pail in one hand, and her eyes closed. She must have hit her, because Susan suddenly moved, sloshing the water in the tub, and giggled.
Julie laughed and said, “Ok, ok, I think you girls need to wait until I’m done. I already took a shower this morning and don’t need another one.”
The girls laughed as Julie finished scrubbing Christy’s head. She took the pail from her and started rinsing her off. Susan grabbed the normal shampoo from the rack on the wall and began washing her own hair as Julie cleaned the rest of Christy. When they were all done, she left the girls to play for a moment while she went into Susan’s room to lay out her pajamas and a pull-up.
As soon as she stepped away, they started a splashing war. Water went all over the walls of the tub and some on the floor as they sprayed each other. Susan stopped and scooped up a handful of the bubbles, and then blew them at Christy. They giggled as a piece landed on her cheek right below her eye.
Christy flicked away the bubbles and gave her sister a cold stare, before she started laughing. Susan grabbed her feet and pulled her forward, causing her to slide down and under the water. She came right back up and spit out soapy water, coughing a few times as water and mucous shot out of her nose, which stung the way it does when you accidentally get water in there.
“Ewwwww. Gross!” Susan shouted as she stood up and hopped out of the tub.
Christy giggled as she tried to wipe her nose with the back of her hand. Julie came in to see what the commotion was about; who laughed and told them bath time was over when she saw what it was about. She called for Tom, who came in a few moments later, and handed him a towel. He went over to the tub, helped Christy out, and started to dry her off as Julie did the same for Susan.
Tom took Christy to the nursery to get her ready for bed, and Julie took Susan to her room to help her get dressed. She grabbed the pull-up and held it out for Susan to step into.
As she stepped in, Susan said, “It’s only eight o’clock. How come we gotta go to bed?”
“It’s been a nice day, the sun is almost gone, and Tom and I would like a quiet evening.”
Susan was about to make her argument, when a yawn escaped her.
Julie didn’t miss a beat and said, “See, you’re tired. Mommies know best.”
She smiled as she pulled the pajama top over Susan’s head and outstretched arms, quickly tickling her under the arm before she pulled down on the top. Susan squirmed and giggled.
She was almost asleep in the van the other night when she had called Julie mommy, and so had no recollection of it. She found the word to be odd as she thought about her having just said it, but let it slide out of her thoughts, as she got ready for bed.
Tom, in the nursery with Christy, was getting her ready for bed. He dried her off with the towel and picked her up, setting her down on the changing table. He pulled out one of the cloth diapers and an insert from under the table, and went about getting her diapered for the night.
Christy prattled on about how cool their girl’s club was as Tom applied the lotions and powders. He pinned the diaper in place and was putting on the rubber pants when Julie came in with Susan.
“Alright girls, say goodnight.” Julie said
Christy looked up and over from the changing table and said, “Goodnight, Susan.”
“Goodnight, Christy.” Susan replied, and then yawned again.
The girls smiled at each other, and then Julie led Susan back to her room to tuck her in. Tom got Christy into one of her sleepers and carried her over to the crib. He handed her Mr. Bear and was pulling up the side when she asked,
“I’m kinda thirsty, can I have a cup of water before I go to bed?”
“I’ll tell you what sweetie, I’ll be right back with something for you, then I’ll tuck you in.”
After about five minutes, Tom returned with a bottle in hand. He handed it to her and she stared at it for a moment, before popping it in her mouth as she laid back. It was apple juice. She contently nursed her bottle and hugged her teddy, as he tucked the blankets over her, turned on the player in the crib and the nightlight by the changing table. He told her goodnight and left her door open just a crack.
Both girls were asleep less than twenty minutes later. Tom and Julie spent the rest of their evening curled up and cuddling in front of the TV.
It had been another nice day for everyone.
Susan awoke as Christy cried for Tom or Julie. This was the third time in the past week that her sister had managed to wake her up from the next room over. From what she could hear when this happened, it would seem that Christy had woken up in a not so clean state of condition.
It was four-thirty in the morning as Susan glanced at the clock on her dresser. She was awake now and wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. It was the annoyance of being woken up that kept her from trying. There was no point. She lay there and listened as Tom and Julie’s door opened, and one of the two started walking to Christy’s room. It would appear that Tom had gotten up this time; the heavier footsteps gave him away.
As Susan continued to listen, Tom started humming a soft tune and her sister began to calm down. She rolled her eyes as she thought that Christy was overreacting. Granted the thought of sitting in her own mess made her cringe, but this was happening more and more often. Wouldn’t her sister get used to it? All she wanted to do was sleep in for another hour before Julie would have gotten her up anyways. Now thanks to her sister, she was up earlier than she needed to be and couldn’t get back to sleep.
Susan rolled her eyes again as she swung her feet over the side of the bed and got up. She may as well go downstairs and watch some TV. She stopped for a moment, taking off her pajama bottoms to remove her wet pull-up. After tossing it into the garbage in the corner of the room she got her bottoms back on, turned off the shell, and walked down to Christy’s room. She lightly knocked on the door as she stepped inside, and breathed only through her mouth.
Christy looked up and over to see who came in. Susan could see her eyes were wet, red, and puffy. She was laying on the changing table with her teddy under one arm, sucking on her paci. Tom looked up from what he was doing, stopped humming and asked,
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
Susan asked, “Can I go downstairs and watch TV?”
Tom went back to Christy’s needs as he said, “It’s kind of early. You can’t sleep?”
Susan could feel the annoyance resurface as she said, “Not with her crying like a baby!”
Christy tightened her grip on her teddy as she tensed up. She couldn’t help it, waking up to that upset her. She knew on some level that it wasn’t that big of a deal, but couldn’t stop herself from crying as the emotions overtook her. She drew in a sudden heaving breath, and wished her sister would just leave her room.
Tom stopped what he was doing again, and looked sternly at Susan, “Hey, watch the tone of voice, young lady! I’m sorry your sister woke you up, but she needs attention. If you want to go downstairs and watch TV, do it quietly and keep the volume down. I’ll be down shortly to make you some breakfast.”
Tom went back to what he was doing again and Susan left the nursery, heading down to the living room. She couldn’t resist the urge to stomp on the stairs as she walked down. It wasn’t loud enough to cause trouble, but loud enough to let him know she was cranky.
She turned on the TV and lay down on the couch, blankly flipping through the available channels. There weren’t many these days, as the block they put on them only allowed G rated shows to get through. It was Saturday morning though, which meant that all kinds of cartoons would be on. She found the Power Puff Girls and stopped there; in the mood she was in, she was only half interested but watched anyways.
Tom came down about ten minutes later after he managed to get Christy back to sleep. He sat on the edge of the couch and leaned closer to her as she watched her cartoon.
“Was that really necessary?” He asked her.
“What?” She asked as she stared at the TV, feeling herself blush. She knew what.
Tom turned her head towards his and said, “All I asked was that you kept quiet. I don’t think it was necessary to trample down the stairs like that. Do you?”
Susan stared at him, hoping he’d move on when she didn’t answer. A few moments went by and the awkward silence finally prompted the response from her.
Tom said, “I don’t know what side of the bed you woke up on this morning, but you better get a handle on your attitude.”
Tom stared her down for a few moments longer before he got up and went out to the kitchen. He had the feeling that it was going to be one of those days. Christy was already upset this morning and Susan was pushing it. As he went about getting their breakfast together, he couldn’t help but feel it was going to be a long day.
Tom and Susan ate their breakfast. He tried several times to start a conversation and lighten her mood, but she only said as much as she needed to. She didn’t feel like talking, but felt bad about giving him the cold shoulder. It bothered her to feel this way, but didn’t know what to do about it. She couldn’t shake the feelings.
Susan went back to the TV after breakfast. A little while later, Julie came downstairs with Christy and they went to the kitchen. As her cartoon finished, Tom came in to take her upstairs to help her get cleaned and dressed for the day. After washing up in the bathroom, he helped her get into her play clothes. They went back downstairs and Susan headed back to the living room.
Christy had taken her spot on the couch and was watching a different channel. Susan got between her and the TV and grabbed the remote from her.
“Hey! Give that back.” Christy said.
Susan told her, “I was watching TV, and your sitting in my spot. Move!”
Christy stood her ground and said, “No. Julie said I could watch TV. Give me the remote back!”
Susan reached out to grab Mr. Bear from her, but Christy saw it coming and held on tight. They pulled back and forth on the teddy in a battle of tug-o-war.
“Let him go Susan.” Christy said desperately.
“Get out of my spot.”
Christy shouted, “Let goooo.”
At this point, Julie came into the room to see what the commotion was about. Christy had grabbed one of the end pillows and was hitting Susan with it. Tom had already told her about the mood Susan was in this morning, and figured whatever it was, was probably instigated by her.
When she saw Julie, Susan let go of the bear and Christy snapped back into the couch. She dropped the pillow and hugged her teddy, scowling at her sister.
Julie asked, “What’s going on in here?”
Susan looked down at the floor. Christy spoke right up and said, “She stole the remote from me and just tried to take Mr. Bear!”
Susan looked back up and quickly added, “Yeah well she stole my spot on the couch and I was watching the TV.”
Julie took the remote from Susan, grabbed her by the arm and sat her down on the other end of the couch.
“You stay there,” She looked over at Christy “and you stay there.”
Julie pointed the remote at the TV and flipped through the channels until she found the Looney Toons, and then put the remote in her pocket.
Julie told the girls, “I don’t suggest that either one of you starts in because the next time I have to come in here, my hand is going to be landing on bare behinds! I don’t know what got into you this morning, Susan, but you better shape up!”
As Julie walked out of the room, the twins stuck their tongues out at each other. She went back to the kitchen where Tom was still drinking his coffee and reading his paper. She sat down and sighed.
“What was that about?” Tom asked.
“I don’t know. Both of the girls seem agitated this morning.”
Tom and Julie had just gotten their introduction to the periodic fights that the girls went through. Like any siblings or best friends, the girls had their bouts from time to time. It was quite normal, but they weren’t used to dealing with two children at the same time and were new to it.
Tom said, “I hope it doesn’t go on all day.”
“It better not. They’re going to be sorry if it does. I’ve already warned them.”
Tom nodded and said, “Perhaps we ought to keep them separated for the day. Keep them busy doing their own things.”
“I think that’s a good idea.” Julie agreed.
They continued to talk and finished their coffee. Tom felt like working on some of his furniture out in the barn and thought maybe Susan would like to come out with him. He went out first and made sure there were pencils in the holder she’d made for him.
Julie took Christy upstairs for a diaper change and to get her out of her pajamas and into some play clothes for the day. After Julie helped her down from the changing table, she went into the toy box across the room and pulled out a puzzle. Julie asked her if she could help put it together and so the two of them laid out a solid platform on the floor to work on.
Out in the barn, Tom was working on his chairs again. There were all done, but now he needed to stain them. He and Susan set up a table to work on and pulled one of the chairs over to start the staining. He got out some masks for the both of them, and an apron for Susan.
Tom said, “Lets see. Chairs… check. Stain… check. Brushes… check. One little girl who’s about to make a mess… check.”
Susan giggled as Tom smiled and helped her put on her apron. He went to the bench to grab the masks, stopping to hold up her pencil holder to show her it helped.
Susan grinned and said, “Pencil holder… check!”
“We couldn’t do anything without that!” Tom told her as he set it down and walked over with the masks.
He pried open the can of stain, setting the lid aside. He was about to hand Susan one of the smaller brushes and remembered he had forgotten the rags.
Tom said, “I almost forgot. Would you please run inside and grab a couple of the old rags in the laundry room, sweetie.”
“Okay” Susan said as she dashed off to the house.
She was pretty excited about helping Tom with the painting as she bounded up the stairs to the back porch. She thought it was pretty cool that he liked his pencil holder and was using it. She had taken extra time to paint some grass and flowers on the side of it and thought it looked really pretty. She was glad he liked it.
Susan made her way in through the backdoor and into the kitchen. She made her way into the hallway towards the laundry room and stopped when she looked up. Christy was heading right for her, who stopped when she saw Susan. The girls were face-to-face, and just stared at each other for a moment.
“Get outta my way.” Christy said.
Susan was about to do no such thing and told her, “No way, I was here first, you move!”
Christy decided she just didn’t care and tried to go around her sister. Susan felt like being a pain and moved in her way. Christy sighed and tried to go around the other way. Her sister once again moved in the way.
“Stop it!” Christy told her.
Susan asked, “Stop what? You keep moving in my way!”
Christy had about enough of her sister and started to barge her way through. Susan lost a few steps as her sister forced herself into her, but ended up in a draw as she pushed back. Christy stopped pushing and stood up.
“What’s your problem?” Christy asked
Susan simply said, “You!”
Tom was walking in through the backdoor to come in and grab some trash bags that he’d also forgotten about.
Christy tried to dart around her sister again. Susan moved out of the way but stuck her foot out and she started to trip and fall, reaching out and grabbing the straps on Susan’s coveralls. The girls went down together.
As she was being pulled down, Susan’s foot struck the small stand below the mirror on the wall. The vase on top tipped over and rolled off the edge of the table with a crash as it hit the floor. Shards flew everywhere.
She was about to push herself up off of her sister, when a hand gripped her arm and yanked her up. Susan gave a startled yelp and protested as he dragged her into the living room. Julie had come down to find out what was going on. She and Tom had both seen the whole thing and helped Christy up, making sure she was okay. After seeing that she was, she scanned the broken shards on the floor. The vase was given to her by her grandmother many years ago. It was a treasured keepsake.
Christy saw the look on Julie’s face as she glanced at the broken vase. She started crying and said, “I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me!”
“I’m not happy with either of you today, Christy. I saw your sister trip you, the vase isn’t your fault, but I’m still not happy with your attitude. If your sister is bugging you, then you should have come and got me and I would have dealt with it. Instead, you decided to add to the problem and that’s why I’m very disappointed in you right now!”
Christy stared at the floor and meekly said, “I know. I’m sorry.”
“I think it’s time for a nap.” Julie said out of hand, as she led her crying upstairs.
Susan started to panic as she realized what was happening. Tom was undoing the straps to her coveralls, and pulled them down when he got them unbuttoned. She instinctively put her hands over her butt as she stood there, and started shaking her head.
“Please don’t. I’m sorry. Please.” Susan desperately begged.
Tom grabbed one of her arms as he said, “You were warned about your attitude. We’re not going to repeat ourselves. What you did to your sister was foolish. She could have been hurt, as could have you. Luckily, neither of you were, but now Julie’s vase is broken. That was a gift from her grandmother and it can’t be replaced!”
Susan started crying as he grabbed hold of her other arm to keep them out of the way. He had her pinned next to himself as he started spanking her. She cried out and thrashed about in his grip as his hand repeatedly came down hard on her behind. It seemed like a long time before he stopped, though it was only about twenty seconds or so. It hurt more than anything she’d felt before, and her legs soon turned to rubber as she started to sob uncontrollably.
When he finished, he let go of her to pull the coveralls back up. She couldn’t stand and sunk down onto her knees. It felt like her butt was on fire.
Tom reached down and helped her back up so he could get her dressed. He held her with one arm as she cried and managed to buckle the straps on the clothes. He led her over to the corner of the room and put her in it. She had all she could do to stand, but managed after she leaned into the walls.
“Don’t even think about moving until your told.” Tom said.
He left her and went to check on Christy upstairs. Susan stood there sobbing. Her mind was racing with thoughts of how unfair all of this was. Her behind was throbbing and she reached around to rub it, quickly discovering with a small yelp that it wasn’t such a good idea. A few minutes went by and she started to calm down. She wiped her running nose with the back of her sleeve and thought that it was all so unfair.
She heard Julie come downstairs and go into the kitchen.
Julie went into the closet and grabbed the dustpan and broom. As she headed back out into the hallway, she could hear the occasional sob Susan made from the living room. She stopped and looked down at the broken vase. She was very upset at its loss. Her grandmother had gotten that vase from her grandmother. It was to be handed down to a grandchild in the hopes that it would remain a family heirloom.
Tom came down and saw his wife staring at the broken pieces. He felt really bad for her.
He said, “I can’t understand what got into those two today. I’m so sorry about the vase Julie.”
“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have left it out where something like this could happen. I should have had it safely packed away.” She sadly said.
She knelt down on the floor and started sweeping the shards around her into a pile. She was struggling to keep the tears from spilling over as she remembered how happy her grandmother was to be passing it on to her, with explicit instructions to make sure it went to one of her grandchildren.
Tom said, “No, it’s not your fault. Your grandmother wanted you to enjoy that vase. She would have given you a piece of her mind if she knew you packed it away.”
He was trying to cheer her up. He had met her grandmother a number of times years ago before she passed away. She was a sensible, practical, and humorous lady who would have made light of this situation.
“I know. I just can’t believe it’s gone. I know I can’t have any biological children, but I had hopes of giving it to one of our grandchildren just the same. I can’t believe those two today!” She said.
Susan listened to all of this from the living room. She felt horrible. She didn’t know why she had woken up in such a bad mood this morning. She knew Christy waking her up was just an excuse. She started thinking about how rotten she’d been to her all day. Instead of being a “big” sister and cheering her up, she had been mean and looking for an excuse to get into it with her. Now as a result, this special vase of Julie’s had been destroyed.
She stood there thinking that if her own mother had left her something like that, she would be heart broken if something had happened to it. That thought made her sick to her stomach. She was beginning to feel really horrible about the whole thing. She couldn’t help but think about the poor grandmother who would probably be heart broken herself at what had happened. Julie had every right to be upset with her.
For the first time since she was ten, Susan was sorry. She was truly sorry. She understood that she hadn’t thought things through today. She understood that she was responsible for her own actions. She couldn’t blame it on her sister, she couldn’t blame it on things being unfair, and she couldn’t blame it on her circumstances for the past five years. She was responsible for her own actions, and she didn’t think.
Susan started crying again, the pain in her behind forgotten. She felt so bad for Julie. The vase was gone and she couldn’t take it back. She started thinking that if she were Julie, she’d probably want to send her away. Why wouldn’t she? She knew she had gone too far. She’d been sent away before, but the thought of Tom and Julie doing it really hurt. She loved them so much. It didn’t occur to her that it was an illogical thought, but she started sobbing and became hysterical as those thoughts racked her mind.
Julie finished picking up the pieces and stood up. They heard Susan start crying again. They were about to make their way to the garbage in the kitchen when they heard her getting hysterical.
Between the heaving sobs, Susan kept saying over and over, “Please… don’t… send… me… away… I… love you… I’m… so sorry!”
She was so hysterical they could barely understand what she was saying. They looked at each other and headed for the living room, Julie set down the dustpan on the table in the hallway. They were upset with her, but had no intentions of sending her away. They both knew something major was happening here and needed to talk to her.
They headed into the living room and Julie said, “Susan, come here.”
Susan didn’t move out of the corner. Every fiber of her being was racked with the overwhelming sorrow and guilt she was now consumed with. Julie walked over to her and pulled her out of the corner.
Susan turned around and hugged Julie, burying her face into her chest as she sobbed.
Between the sobs she tried to say, “I’m so sorry, please don’t send me away!”
Julie hugged her and held the back of her head saying, “We’re not sending you anywhere, Susan. Shhhh… just calm down.”
It took a few minutes, but she finally got her to calm down a little. She led her over to the couch and sat down. Susan sat down and cringed, having forgotten about the state her behind was in. Tom sat on the other side of her. Susan stared at the floor, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She kept drawing in heaving breaths as one does after they cry like that.
Julie looked down at her and asked, “Why would you think we were going to send you away?”
“I broke your grandmother’s vase.” Susan blurted out.
Julie said, “Well, I am pretty upset about that, but I’m not going to send you away over it.”
Susan cried and said, “But it was so special to you, and I broke it because I was being mean to Christy. I didn’t mean to, but it got broken anyways and I can’t take it back. I want to but I can’t and I’m so sorry. I don’t blame you for wanting to send me away.”
Julie reached out lifted her head so she was looking at her.
“Now you listen here, Susan. Tom and I love you very much. Yes, we’re disappointed in the way you’ve been behaving today, and yes, we are upset about the vase and the way you’ve treated Christy, but that doesn’t change the fact that we love you. Nothing you could ever do would change that. Do you understand?” Julie asked.
Susan heaved again and said, “But what about your grandchildren, they’ll never get that vase now, and it’s because of me.”
Julie said, “It’s not the end of the world, sweetie. I can always start over with something new to hand down. I still love you.”
Julie smiled at her. Susan was still unsure of herself and tried to smile back. Julie suddenly thought that now would make a great time to tell her what they had in mind. She wanted it to be a surprise, but this was something that could drive home what she was trying to tell the girl.
She said, “And guess what? If you have a child of your own someday, it could very well go to them.”
Susan stared back, confused.
“We were going to surprise you girls, but I think you should know that Tom and I have decided to fully adopt the both of you. The paperwork has already been started. We love you so much and are more than happy to have you as a part of this family.”
Susan started to cry again, but out of joy. She asked, “Really?”
“Yes, really! You still think we’re going to send you away?” Tom asked.
Susan smiled and shook her head, wiping the tears away from her eyes. For the first time since she was ten, she felt truly accepted and loved. She hugged Julie, and then hugged Tom.
She said, “I’m so sorry about the vase though!”
“We know you are, and we’re glad that you were able to see beyond yourself and consider someone else’s feelings, as well as knowing and owing up to your mistakes. That’s the mark of maturity and responsibility.” Julie told her.
Susan smiled and said, “I love you so much.”
Tom reached out to wipe the rest of the tears away from her face, and said, “We love you too, sweetheart.”
“Can we go tell Christy the good news?” Susan asked.
Tom said, “I think that’s a great idea.”
The three of them got up and headed upstairs to the nursery.
Although her behind was very sore, this was one of the happiest days of Susan’s life. She felt like she was going to bust at the seams. She and her sister had a family now. They were a real family again.
Sorry it’s taking so long to get my chapters out… got so much going on right now it’s making my head spin… got a lot of stories around here to catch up on too
The sun broke over the trees as the morning progressed. Julie was up and getting dressed. She let Tom sleep in this morning as she left their room to get the girls up and ready for the day.
She walked into Susan’s room and over to the windows, drawing back the shades to let the early morning light in. Julie sat down on the edge of her bed and gently rocked the girl’s shoulder. Susan stirred, opened her eyes, and smiled up at her.
“Time to get up, sleepyhead.” Julie said as she smiled back.
Susan yawned, saying, “G’morning mommy.”
Ever since the twins were officially adopted several weeks ago, Susan had taken to calling them mommy and daddy. She liked the way it sounded and the way it made her feel. It just seemed so right now that they were a family.
Julie pulled back the comforter and sheets, which were covered with the Power Puff Girls. It seemed to be Susan’s favorite cartoon, so she’d gotten her bedspreads with the theme. What had really made Susan’s day were the footed pajamas Julie had made for her. It was getting pretty cool outside these days, especially at night. When she saw the cozy fabric covered with the Power Puff Girls, she couldn’t resist. She had managed to finish it a few days ago. It wasn’t like Christy’s, which had snaps in the crotch and nursery themes on it, but did have a zipper going from neck to ankle on the back side (Julie thought it would be amusing that the girl wouldn’t be able to get out of it herself). Susan loved it.
Susan swung her feet over and hopped out of bed. She started to make her way out of the room to go downstairs and watch cartoons until breakfast was ready.
Julie grabbed her back and said, “Whoa there, Speedy Gonzales. Lets get you out of that pull-up first!”
Susan stood still as the back of her pajamas were unzipped and said, “Speedy Deedee?”
“Run that one by me again?” Julie said and laughed, reaching inside Susan’s pajamas to tear away the sides of the pull-up.
“Dexter’s Lab, silly. No Deedees! 'Cept you can’t keep us girls out you know!” Susan told her.
Julie pulled the garment down and out, balling it up and tossing it in the garbage. She was zipping the pajamas back up and said, “I’ll just have to take your word on that.”
Susan giggled and Julie gave her a playful swat on the behind when she was done with the zipper to let her know she could go. She shook her head and wondered what ever happened to the simple cartoons like Loony Toons and Popeye.
“Be quiet out in the hallway, daddy’s still sleeping. Okay?” Julie said.
Susan, half-way out of her room whispered, “'k.”
After she’d left the room, Julie went about making the bed. When she was done with that, she turned off the shell and headed down to Christy’s room. The door was open a crack and she quietly went inside, turning on the lamp on top of the crib’s dresser. She folded down the side of the crib and sat on the edge of the mattress. Christy was sprawled out on her back; the blankets were bunched up to one side of her. She had Mr. Bear tucked in one arm, and her other arm was laying next to her on the mattress with her nighttime bottle cradled in the loose palm of her hand, which was almost empty.
Julie took the bottle and set it up on the dresser. She gently rocked Christy’s shoulder to wake her up. She opened her eyes and smiled up at her, bringing up her hand to cover her mouth as she yawned.
Julie said, “Well, good morning sweetie!”
“Good morning, Julie.” Christy said as she yawned again.
Julie playfully pinched her just under the arm, making her giggle and squirm. She smiled as she helped Christy get out of the crib and led her over to the changing table. Her nighttime cloth diapers were so thick that she waddled slightly as she walked. They were definitely necessary though, as she often woke up so wet that if she wore the disposables to bed, they would have seriously leaked. Especially now that she was being given several bottles before bed, and even one to go to bed with.
Julie helped her up on the changing table and laid her down. Christy looked up and around the table as Julie started undoing the snaps on the legs of her sleeper.
“Where’s my paci?” She asked
Julie grabbed one from the platform of goodies and placed it in the girl’s mouth, who put her head back down and hugged her teddy as she was being changed.
Julie got the snaps undone and pulled her feet out, and then pulled the bottom half of the sleeper up beyond her waist. She grabbed the waistband of the rubber pants and yanked them down over the diaper and pulled them off, setting them aside. Before unpinning the diaper, she bent over and blew into Christy’s stomach, making her laugh and kick her feet.
“Stooop!” Christy laughed and said, trying to push Julie’s head away.
Mr. Bear tumbled to the floor as she squirmed about. Julie gave her a couple more before she did finally stop, then bending over to grab the teddy and hand it back to her. Christy took the bear and sat him on her stomach, to ward Julie off.
“There, Mr. Bear will protect me!” Christy said through her paci, giggling.
Julie laughed and told her as she went about unpinning the diaper, “Mr. Bear and I are in cahoots, you know. He knows that if he doesn’t let me tickle little girl’s tummies, then he will get the brunt of my tickling wrath!”
Christy giggled again and with a look of disappointment, said to Mr. Bear, “Ohhhh Mr. Bear, say it isn’t so. You’d take a tickle for me wouldn’t you? All those times I carry you everywhere, and look out for you, and hug you, and kiss you, and play with you?”
Julie leaned over, her head right behind the teddy. She took one of the bear’s arms and shook it at Christy and said in a deep voice, “You’re on your own kiddo!”
“Heeeey! That’s not nice!” She said to her teddy, and giggled again.
Julie laughed as she set the pins aside and pulled the soaked diaper back. She grabbed hold of Christy’s legs and lifted her bottom up as she pulled it out from under her. She grabbed a few wipes and went about gently cleaning the girl up. When she was done she took a disposable from the shelf underneath, unfolded it, and lifted her up again as she slid it under her. Christy continued to play with Mr. Bear as Julie went about rubbing in the creams and powders, pulling up the diaper and taping it shut when she was done. She pulled the sleeper back down and got her legs back inside them.
As she was redoing the snaps, Christy asked her, “Can we have pancakes for breakfast?”
“I think that sounds pretty good, actually.” Julie said.
“With lots and lots of maple syrup.” Christy added.
Julie smiled and said, “And don’t forget the butter. That’s the most important part!”
Julie helped her get down from the changing table, turned off the player in the crib (which now had the holding phase in it as well), and led her downstairs by the hand. Susan was sitting in the living room watching Dexter’s Lab. She smiled at her sister as Julie sat her down next to her. The two of them watched TV as Julie got coffee ready and fixed the girls their pancakes.
Tom came downstairs a few minutes later, always woken up by the smell of fresh brewing coffee. He went into the kitchen after saying good morning to the girls. Julie turned around to hand him a cup of coffee. He took it from her, set it down on the counter, and took her into his arms. He leaned back against the counter as he embraced her, kissed her, and then stood there staring into her beautiful eyes with his forehead against hers.
A few moments went by and Julie smiled and said, “The girl’s pancakes will burn.”
She started to turn around to the stove and Tom pulled her back, giving her a deep passionate kiss. She ran her arm up his back and hooked her leg around his as she returned the gesture. She planted another soft kiss on his lips before finally getting back to the pancakes.
When the food was ready, the girls were seated and given their breakfast. Tom cut Susan’s pancakes into fours for her, and Julie decided to feed Christy hers. She tied the bib on her after getting her into the highchair, and sat down in front.
Tom poured a cup of orange juice into a plastic cup for Susan. Julie set down a sippy cup for Christy on the table of the highchair.
“Can I have more syrup please?” Susan asked.
Tom handed her the syrup. She took it and started to squeeze out a large portion. Tom reached over and took the syrup back.
He said, “You don’t need that much, sweetie. We don’t want you to turn into a maple tree!”
Susan giggled and spread it around on her pancakes. She loved the stuff.
Julie forked off a good piece of pancake from Christy’s plate, and fed it to her. She sat in the highchair swinging her feet, as she was being fed. Occasionally, a droplet of syrup would drip from the fork as it was being placed in her mouth, either getting on her chin, or the bib. She would wipe her mouth with her hand, only managing to make her fingers sticky as well as her mouth. Julie found this amusing as well.
The girls finished their breakfast and Tom took Susan upstairs to get her cleaned and dressed for the day. Julie took a washcloth, wet it with warm water, and cleaned up Christy’s face and hands before taking her out of the highchair. They went up to the nursery and She got her into her play clothes for the day as well.
Once the girls were ready for their day, they went outside to play in their girl’s club. They had all kinds of dolls and toys up there now. They loved their little tree house. They ran up the stairs and inside. Susan did a belly flop onto one of the beanbag chairs. Christy sat down with Mr. Bear at the table.
Susan stood up and asked, “You wanna play house?”
“No, lets do something else.” Christy said.
“Hmmm, we could go play on the swings!”
Christy got up and walked over to the shelves, grabbing the crayons and coloring books, and said, “Lets color.”
“Okay, but I get Winnie The Pooh!” Susan told her.
Christy sat down at the table with her sister, handing her the coloring book she wanted. For herself, she took the Disney book and set the giant box of crayons down in the middle of the table. Susan took a green crayon, and started coloring the grassy section of the page she had opened to. Christy took a pink crayon, and started to color in the dress on Minnie Mouse.
The girls drew in their books for most of the morning, talking and giggling about everything and nothing. Things had always been great here even before they were adopted, but since that time, things seemed even better. It was everything… the atmosphere, the way they were treated, the way they felt, the fun things they always did, the little things Tom and Julie did that you didn’t think about but added to the feeling. The girls were so happy and content here.
At one point, Susan had run inside to use the bathroom. She was determined not to have any accidents today, and so didn’t wait around when she felt she had to go. Christy went in to get something to drink while she waited for her sister. Julie checked her diaper and took her upstairs to be changed. After she was taken care of, the girls went back outside to play. An hour or so rolled by and Susan had a great idea!
“Hey, lets pick some wild flowers for mommy.” Susan said.
Christy said, “You know we’re not sposed to go beyond the edge of the yard.”
“Yeah, but it’s just to pick some flowers, and besides, it’s not like we’re going way out into the field, just right to the edge of it.” Susan explained.
“Well, okay!” Christy finally said.
The girls giggled as they skipped over to the edge of the yard behind the barn. They went out about twenty feet into the tall grass and started picking what was left of the wild flowers. Most of them were gone this late in the year, but there were a few left here and there. After picking an assortment of available colors, the girls headed inside to give Julie her handful of flowers.
The girls proudly held the bouquet out and Julie ooo’d and ahh’d over them. She loved that the girls did stuff like this for her; it made her day.
“Their so pretty girls, thank you!” Julie said as she took the flowers and headed to the kitchen to put them in a vase.
As the girls followed her out, Christy said, “I picked all the red ones, Julie.”
“And I picked all the orange ones.” Susan added.
“Well their just lovely. I’m going to put them right here on the kitchen table so that we can enjoy them while we eat!” Julie explained to them.
The twins smiled and started to head back outside. Julie said, “Speaking of eating, I think it’s time for lunch. Why don’t you two wash your hands and I’ll have some sandwiches waiting for you.”
Susan and Christy headed for the bathroom to wash their hands. Julie added, “And I’ll overlook the fact that you went beyond the edge of the yard, this time. It’s lucky for you I get all mushy when little girls give me beautiful flowers.”
The girls giggled and ran upstairs to wash up. They came down five minutes later and Tom joined them. The girls ate their lunch and chattered on. Tom and Julie laughed at some of the funny things the girls would say. As they finished their lunch, both the girls couldn’t help letting out the occasional yawn. It had been a busy morning as the two of them played.
Tom said, “I think you girls could use a nap before any more playtime.”
Neither of them argued the point. Susan didn’t often take naps but wasn’t opposed to it when she was a little tired. She always felt so good afterwards.
“You can take a nap with me!” Christy said to Susan.
Susan wrinkled her nose and said, “In a crib? No way!”
Christy said, “Come on, it’s not like you’re a baby, it’s my crib. You’re just takin a nap with me.”
Christy felt like snuggling with her sister was all. They were having such a good day.
Susan looked at Julie, hoping she’d say something that would get her out of it.
Julie said, “That’s up to you sweetie, we don’t have a problem with it as long as you girls take your nap.”
That was not the answer she wanted to hear, but gave up and decided to humor her sister. It wasn’t that big of a deal, it wasn’t like it was her crib. The two of them were taken upstairs after lunch. Tom helped Susan take her shoes off, and Julie changed Christy before taking her over to the crib. The girls lay there as the side was put up, and Tom and Julie told them to have a good sleep as they turned on the monitor and left the room.
Susan looked around for a moment. Things seemed kind of odd from this perspective. In a crib this big, it almost seemed as though she were really little. As she was thinking about this, Christy reached over and squeezed her nose. Susan gave her an odd look, and then tickled her on her sides. The girls giggled and played for a moment before they heard Julie yell up to them to settle down and close their eyes.
They did so, and were soon asleep. When Tom came upstairs to get them up an hour later, he stopped in the doorway and smiled when he saw the girls in the crib. Christy was hugging Mr. Bear from behind on her side, and Susan was hugging Christy from behind on her side as well.
Later on after the girls had gotten up, the four of them decided to take an afternoon drive. The sun was out and it was a beautiful day. There wouldn’t be many of those left and they wanted to take advantage of it. Tom lazily drove down back roads, showing the girls some of the older houses that had been built in this area long ago. Some of them were really beautiful.
Some of the leaves on the trees had started to change. The girls would point out a tree every so often that was speckled with the colors. At one point, they came on an open field surrounded by a fence. There wer