• Wondergirl •

[Ayden Karissa Turner]

Ayden had about had it with being pregnant. She couldn't eat half her favorite foods, her body was clumsy and bloated most of the time, and, most importantly, she couldn't sleep these days. The bump was getting so huge what with the twins she was carrying, and she was very ready to have them out of her body and in her arms. How many more weeks did she have left? Her head ached too much to remember clearly. Lately, it took all of her mind to finish her school assignments and go to the few shifts she still had at work. Anything more than that, and Ayden was positive her head would explode.

Already, the sleep was wearing on her mind. She hadn't been able to get a full night for at least a month now, and her naps were usually light or nonexistant. The "stress" was bad for her, as plenty of people kept reminding her, but Ayden couldn't find a way to shake it all, at least not yet. Once she graduated, hopefully it'd slow down and she could focus more on keeping herself sane. Until then, however, she was under the impression that she had every right to bitch, complain, and scream at each person who crossed her path.

The news that they were having twins hadn't helped her moods either. One baby; she was prepared for that. But two? They'd already been crunching numbers for the costs of one newborn, and then they'd had to go and re-do it all when they found out about the second one. Ayden was torn between being elated and wanting to curse out the doctors for telling her. She was happy about it, nonetheless, but it was just their luck that they'd conceive twins.

It was yet another night of her tossing and turning while Caleb slept peacefully beside her in their room. They'd gone to bed at their usual time, Ayden leaving a mess of sheet music and theory notes on her piano after a frustrated rant about her stomach. Again. She hadn't been in a good mood all week, and it kept getting worse as the days went past. Her loving husband had made a couple feeble attempts at brightening her spirits, but she'd crushed each try with a flick of her wrist. To say the least, she was not nice when pregnant.

After three hours of lying awake and staring at the ceiling, Ayden climbed out of bed and waddled groggily towards the kitchen. Her cravings hadn't been that bad during the night, and they weren't now, but she needed something to do; anything. It was better than being in that bed and listening to Caleb snore tauntingly at her wide-awake self.

She pulled a chocolate bar out of the freezer, slamming the door closed and going out to plop down on her piano bench. Ayden nibbled the chocolate, sighing in frustration and she waded through the mound of papers. Sheet music, notes, pencils, ripped scraps of who knows what; she was kind of amazed at the mess. Shoving it to the side, Ayden tossed her candy wrapper on top of the pile and studied the keys before her.

For weeks, she'd been trying to write a lullaby. Nothing complicated or wonderful; just a simple, sweet tune that she could play to her children to soothe them. Since her spiral of bitchy-pregnant-girl had started, she'd had no mind for it and, even now, all she could do was hold in a scream as she glared furiously at the keys.

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TAG: Babby Daddy xP
LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 618!
MUSIC: "Wondergirl" by Hey Monday
OUTFIT: Coming Eventually
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

It was still a little surreal. He’d been ecstatic when Ayden had told him about the pregnancy. Admittedly, he had hoped they wouldn’t be starting their family until they were well out of school and established properly. But the old adage was that God only gave you what he knew you could handle. Clearly the heavens’ thought the young newlyweds could handle the workload of school and real jobs on top of not one new addition, but two to the family. He hadn’t been there for that first doctors’ appointment, but he’d been to the rest, taking time off for the important occasions.

As much as Caleb wanted to help Ayden, there wasn’t really anything he could do but try and make her comfortable and happy. He couldn’t carry their unborn children; he couldn’t take her mood swings from her. He hated seeing her upset, or hurting and yet here they were. She was annoyed and hurting and he was helpless to do anything about it. He made dinner, cleaned the house, kissed her and complimented her every chance he got, but he still felt like he could be doing more. By the end of the day, they were both exhausted but he was the only one getting sleep. He’d told her time and again to wake him up if she couldn’t sleep, but he still woke up himself, finding the other half of the bed empty when there should be the love of his life curled in next to his side.

This was the case tonight. They had gone to bed, Caleb falling to LALA land nearly as soon as his head had hit the pillow. He slept like a rock and hadn’t been aware that Ayden was still awake, restless in her remaining months as a human incubator. He knew she wanted this pregnancy to be done and over with, they both did just to meet their new babies and start the next chapter in their lives. Caleb woke out of a dead sleep to roll over, a habit he’d developed shortly after Ayden had told him the news. He woke up, checked on Ayden to see how she was, if she was sleeping peacefully or if she was asleep at all, then he rolled over, his head hit the pillow and he was gone again. Only this time, when he glanced over Ayden’s way, she wasn’t there. Panic erupted deep in Caleb’s gut, instantly worrying and wondering where his love had disappeared to.

First he thought she’d run off to the bathroom, the babies having jumped on her bladder again. He rolled out of bed to see if that was the case and she was really alright. He turned the knob to the bathroom door, hoping Ayden would yell out or something but there wasn’t a sound to be heard and when the door was opened, he could see the light wasn’t on either. He turned heading back down the hall to the living room and the kitchen, assuming she was having herself a midnight snack. Thankfully, her cravings weren’t so out of control that he was up all night searching out a restaurant that would have whatever it was she wanted. There had been a couple nights, but the diner down the street knew the young couple well, and knew all about the cravings of pregnant women. Every time Ayden had wanted something odd, or in Caleb’s opinion utterly disgusting, the cooks were willing to make it for her.

At the end of the hall though, Cal stopped, leaned against the wall for a second. Seeing Ayden at the piano caused a tugging at his heart. He’d been the one to push her towards her passion of music. And seeing her sitting at the piano he’d surprised her with, frustrated at the beast of an instrument upset him more than he thought. Cal pushed off from the wall and stepped over to her, crouching down to pick up a couple loose papers that fell from the messy piano’s top. “Hey, what are you doing up?” he asked softly, sitting down next to her. He set the papers on the piano again before wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pressing a lingering kiss to her temple.

Tag|| Wife-y <3
Words|| 710
Clothes|| Lost without you
Music|| My Kind of Crazy By Brantley Gilbert
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Ayden Karissa Turner]

Ayden had wished multiply times lately that she'd been male. All her life, she'd prayed that, one day, a miracle would occur and she would suddenly be the little boy she was supposed to have been. Mud and dirt; bugs and sports; those were what she loved instead of the silly dolls most girls her age had played with. She'd been wishing for that miracle more than ever now as she went through one of the "joys" of being a female. What was so joyous about it, she was still trying to figure out, but she hadn't had any luck in finding the answer yet.

Since she'd gotten up the courage to confess to him, Cal had been by her side, doing whatever he could to help her. Snack runs, cooking, cleaning, not getting pissed off at her when she deserved it; he'd been a complete angel through all of it. But, he was also the one sleeping at night and the one whose body wasn't totally changing every second of the day. He didn't have two babies kick-boxing inside of him, or two extra mouths to feed along with his own. No, out of the pair of them, he had it pretty darn easy, and part of Ayden hated him for it.

A few more months, and this was all over. Then, the real fun would start with diapers, feedings, less sleep, and even more crying than there already was. Ayden was working hard not to complain and lose her head from the mere thought of all the weeks until that blessed day, but it was getting harder as she grew bigger. Twins were a heavy load to carry, especially with her small frame. She was strong from years of althetics, yet it added up to nothing in the current situation. Never in her life had she been huge and clumsy; always, it'd been tiny and graceful. She'd been quick and able to outrun most of the guys she'd known, but it was no longer true as her stomach stretched farther and farther. How much longer until this was all over?

Ayden glared at the black and white keys before her, wishing they could somehow ease her pain. Usually, music worked to get her back into a good mood, but it was getting harder to play with a belly the size of a globe. On top of that, the assignments piled on the piano did nothing to ease her frustration, only reminding her of how far she was falling behind in school thanks to extra doctor's apointments and birthing classes. The sheet music swam before her and increased the migraine building behind her eyes, and she knew that tonight would be another entirely sleepless night. She had work in the morning and a meeting with her professor during lunch, along with a session with her doctor about what she could do to help ease the next few months. There were bills to pay and a nursery to be taken care of, along with pets, piano practice, an essay, and it was her turn to cook again. Being an adult really, truly sucked.

She should've known Caleb would follow her out sooner or later; he'd developed this habit of checking on her in the middle of the night. Most of the time, she'd pretend to be asleep so he'd roll over and zonk out again, though he somehow always caught her when she snuck out of the room. She didn't mean to cut into his rest but, truthfully, she wanted someone suffering through this with her. "They won't let me sleep again," she sighed, leaning against his strong shoulder. Ayden rested one hand on her bump, a new habit of hers, and closed a music folder with the other. This was her space in the apartment now that her room had been sacrificed, and some of her pieces she liked to keep hidden until they were decent enough for other eyes. "What are you doing up? You're not the one with a basketball-stomach; you should be plenty comfy in that bed," she said, giving him a trademark Ayden frown that showed just how much she wanted him to suffer for this, too. She loved him with all her heart, but she wanted him to feel all the crap she was.

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TAG: Babby Daddy xP
LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 753!
MUSIC: "Wondergirl" by Hey Monday
OUTFIT: Just the Girl
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

These days it was difficult on them both, and Cal knew it. With all the doctor’s appointments and classes to prepare for having the babies, it took a toll on their schoolwork. Caleb’s seemed to come pretty easy to him, but all his clothes were designed with Ayden in mind. He didn’t get much time in front of a sewing machine lately, but these last few classes he was taking were more the drawing and design aspect and not so much the actual pieces and working with fabric. It was a little easier to cope with, but not by much. Cal knew Ayden had it worse, and as much as he wished he could help her with her work, he couldn’t. There wasn’t a single musically inclined bone in his body. He could do with playing perfect hubby, but that was all he could do. He kissed her temple again, feeling bad for being unable to ease the pain she was in.

He knew it was frustrating to not be able to do what she used to. He saw it in her eyes when she tried to reach something that her stomach wouldn’t allow her to anymore. He tried to be around as much as he could, but knowing there were bills that weren’t going to pay themselves, he’d been picking up a couple extra shifts a week to make up a little of the difference. He didn’t want to take any more money from his grandfather, despite the older man insisting he was far too old for it to be any more use to him. Ever since they’d told the older man the good news, there were extra money deposits in his band account, bills taken care of that Caleb didn’t know about. He knew how much Ayden disliked the charity aspect of it, so Cal kept it as quiet as he could. But it was difficult when his bank account said five hundred one day and the next there was nearly two thousand. And he knew his grandfather had something up his sleeve, but he didn’t know what it was and it was making Cal a little unnerved. He was used to his grandfather dropping money on this and that, but Ayden wasn’t and Cal didn’t want her to be uncomfortable with it all.

Caleb shrugged, squeezing Ayden lightly. “Too much space in bed,” he said teasing. Ever since they got together, finally, Caleb couldn’t sleep in an empty bed. Ayden took up more than half the bed they shared. And then she got pregnant and it seemed like when she was actually in bed, she took up even more, but when she wasn’t, there was just too much space and he wasn’t used to it. He needed to have her next to him, curled up to his side, stealing the blankets and using his arms as a pillow even after it had gone numb. He’d gotten good at knowing when Ayden slipped out of bed, usually he let her have a few minutes to herself, but eventually he would slip out of bed and go to her to keep her company.

Tag|| Wife-y <3
Words|| 524
Clothes|| Lost without you
Music|| My Kind of Crazy By Brantley Gilbert
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Ayden Karissa Turner]

Since they'd finally confessed their feelings to each other, Ayden couldn't remember a night when she'd slept alone. Sure, there were times where one of them would be out at work and the other would go to bed before they got home, but she always woke up cuddled into Cal's warm arms. It was habit now and, even if she was slipping out of bed quite a bit at night these days, she still found her way back into his embrace before the sunlight flitted into their apartment.

Ayden loved that Cal tried so hard to help with all of this, but she was getting restless with playing everything safe and being petted like some spoiled child. She complained, she bitched, and she ranted; that was all true. Yet, she didn't want so many people throwing themselves down for her just because of the bump protruding from her body for the next few months. It felt wrong to use the babies as a way to get everyone to do things for her, and Ayden was starting to long for her independence once again. Always, she'd been the firecracker with the free spirit. Currently, she was the pregnant college student who desperately needed to figure out how she was going to raise two kids. A few more months; just a few more months.

She turned her head to look up at him, an eyebrow quirked and the frown on her face deepening. "Are you calling me fat?" she asked incredulously. "You're the one who hogs the covers and leaves me squished on two inches of mattress. You, of all people, should not be complaining about me stealing space," she snapped with a huff, rubbing a hand over her bump as she stood up again and headed for the kitchen. Ayden began rummaging through the cabinets in search of her "healthy" snacks, rolling her eyes for the hundreth time at how ridiculous her eating right was. All she could come up with was a package of crackers, but she took them and ripped the stack open, popping a few into her mouth as she tried to think of a new excuse for her professor about the missing work she still hadn't done.

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TAG: Babby Daddy xP
LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 405!
MUSIC: "Stuck Like Glue" by Sugarland
OUTFIT: Just the Girl
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

It all seemed like a whirlwind romance. There was barely a breath between each and every step of the way to this point. It really felt like last week they were nothing more than best friends, sharing an apartment together in the Big Apple. And now they spent every night together. He woke up every morning with Ayden curled up next to him, his arm being held hostage as a pillow. The ring on his finger showed just how committed he was to this relationship; to Ayden. He’d wanted as much for so long and at odd times it would hit him that this was all reality. He really was married to Ayden, they really were expecting twins; he really was going to be a father. He was excited and nervous and worried and he didn’t know if he was actually ready for everything that came with having kids or if he was just saying it so many times that he was starting to believe it. It didn’t matter, as long as Ayden was there with him, they could get through anything.

It was a lot of work, having babies. Cal hadn’t honestly been aware of everything that went into preparing for kids. They had to baby proof the entire apartment eventually but they still had some time for that, and he figured it would be somewhat similar to when they had to puppy proof for Kimmie. They were still running around picking up the major things, cribs, strollers, car seats, diapers, blankets, clothes, opening savings accounts; it was all a little overwhelming to say the least. But they were doing everything they could, splitting the responsibilities as much as they could. But there was only so much Cal could do to make all of this baby stuff easier on Ayden. He knew how much she hated being babied. She needed her independence and she couldn’t really have that when she was getting to be so big with their unborn children; he was going to be close by just in case as much as he could be.

Cal matched her expression, meaning to come back with something witty to lighten the dark look in Ayden’s eyes but she never gave him the chance before she was storming off for the kitchen. He’d been far from calling her fat. Admittedly, he could have gone a different way, considering but he’d been going for teasing; and failed miserably. Cal groaned, dropping his head onto the keys of Ayden's piano before righting himself, standing up and following his wife to the kitchen. He caught up with her just in time to watch her toss a couple crackers into her mouth. Try as he might, he couldn't fix everything; and school work fell under the unfixable by Cal category. Running his fingers through his newly cropped hair, he stepped up behind her and wrapped her up in the protective comfort of his arms, resting his hands lightly on her growing belly. He wished he could just shelter her from the world and her teachers, but she'd hate him for it later. Hell, she'd hate him now if he tried. "What's really going on, little fire? It isn't my poor comedy making you edgy, poor choice, I know," he said, nuzzling her neck and pressing soft kisses up her jawline.

Tag|| Wife-y <3
Words|| 555
Clothes|| Lost without you
Music|| My Kind of Crazy By Brantley Gilbert
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Ayden Karissa Turner]

Ayden didn't want Cal to fix everything; she could manage her own life by herself, no matter if she shared his last name now. She'd been taking care of herself just fine without all the babying and mollycoddling. Besides, it wasn't like she was oblivious to the responsibilities her "condition" involved; she knew what she had to do to keep her children healthy. She didn't need him spoon-feeding her or carrying her bookbag or insisting she take an elevator every time they came into the apartment building even though it took twenty times longer to get upstairs. Ayden hated all of that, in fact. She understood that he wanted her and their babies safe, but she couldn't handle this for much longer. If she was ever pregnant again... no, she couldn't even think about that. Let her get through this term first, then she could focus on how to survive the next one; if there was ever even going to be one. However, at the rate this one was going, the chances of another were getting slimmer by the hour.

With what little she was allowed to help with, Ayden was mentally preparing herself for the reality that would soon be her life. No more wild parties; no more freedom; no more expensive shoes; no more youth. She had to be a grown up, now; a Mom. It still hurt her to say the word, let alone think of herself as one. Her own mother was a tender topic with her these days, but the fact that the twins growing inside of her might never meet their grandmother stung. She wouldn't admit to the pain; she wouldn't show that weakness, not even to Caleb. But, it was still there. While they'd been hanging photos in the nursery, she'd come across an old one of her leaving for college. Cal had taken it as her bags were being packed into the car; her parents and her sitting on the bumper in front of the mounds of luggage, all of them smiling and as happy as could be. She'd shattered the frame on the spot, then taken off while Cal cleaned up the glass. Her children would never go through the pain that she was; she was determined that it never happened. No matter what life threw at her at Cal, Ayden didn't want their kids to suffer. She wouldn't break their hearts like her parents had broken hers.

Ayden temporarily relaxed as his arms slid around her, and she leaned back against him a little as his lips brushed against her skin. Her head hurt; her back hurt; everything hurt, everything was wrong. She was sick of vomiting in the morning and she was going to drown in the sea of homework she had, plus all of the graduation crap that had to now be arranged. Everything was wrong. "I'm not in the mood. Go back to bed, Caleb," she sighed, shaking her head as she pulled away from him, leaving her package of crackers on the counter and walking into the living room. "I'm gonna put a movie on and try to fall asleep out here. You've got an early class; go back to bed." Ayden clumsily lowered herself into the recliner, not even bothering to pick up the remote as she closed her eyes and sank into the comfort of the chair. She would've killed for a massage, or someone to make her tea, but she also didn't want Cal waiting on her yet again. In a few minutes she'd get up... in a few minutes.

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TAG: Babby Daddy xP
LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 627!
MUSIC: "Stuck Like Glue" by Sugarland
OUTFIT: Just the Girl
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

Cal knew how much Ayden hated being babied, but she was too stubborn to stop doing some of the things she should have when her stomach grew to be as big as it was. She was carrying his children as much as her own and as much as he wanted to let her continue doing everything she’d done before, he just couldn’t do that. He hated every second of it, no matter how much Ayden thought otherwise. Admittedly, he probably went a little overboard with some of it and he could certainly back off a bit but he wanted all three of them to be healthy. The first pregnancy was always the most difficult, or so the books said. They were both nervous about it all, Ayden wanted them out and Cal wanted to protect them. Of course, most couples only had to deal with one child their first time around. He and Ayden just had to be different and be having twins. He honestly wouldn’t blame his little fire if she never wanted to have kids again.

Despite Ayden trying to hide her feelings towards it all, towards becoming a mother, the mother to his children, Cal saw it. He didn’t say anything because he knew Ayden. She didn’t want him to know, so he would pretend he didn’t, whether it cost him or not; which it certainly did. He really did hate seeing Ayden upset and for a while, he hadn’t. And then they had started decorating the nursery. He hadn’t been looking with the frame broke and he’d turned confused, to see Ayden rushing from the room. It didn’t take a genius to see the problem once he’d knelt down to inspect what had been broken. He remembered taking the picture. The day had been full and exciting, a good day with laughter and naturally, a few tears. There had been nothing to indicate that only a few short years later, the family would be torn apart. It broke Caleb’s heart to see the love of his life so emotionally shattered. He had prayed that there was something he could do about it all, but there was nothing and that pissed him off more than he wanted to admit. Cal loved Ayden too much to ever intentionally break her heart.

He watched Ayden walk out the kitchen. He didn’t know how to help her anymore without putting her in a medicated bubble! Taking a minute, he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the edge of the counter and just letting his head drop. He closed his eyes, letting his fingers dig into the counter and sighed as quietly as he could. He loved the woman, he really did, but she was more stubborn than a pack mule! After only a few seconds, he followed her into the living room, knowing better than to offer help even though every single bone in his body was telling him to do just that. He was awake and not about to go to be alone. He’d just lie there anyway and wait until Ayden slipped past the door again, then he would pretend to sleep until she crawled into bed. He moved around the couch when Ayden was comfortable and fell onto the stuffed cushions. He crossed his legs at his ankles as he brought his arms up behind his head. He wanted to ask if there was anything she wanted, he was her personal servant, but it was obvious that wasn’t what she wanted, so he held his tongue. “Can’t sleep, may as well watch a movie,” he said, lifting his elbow and letting fall again in as close to a shrug as he could get at the moment.

Tag|| Wife-y <3
Words|| 619
Clothes|| Lost without you
Music|| My Kind of Crazy By Brantley Gilbert
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Ayden Karissa Turner]

Ayden was determined to never end up like her parents, especially now that she was having kids. She didn't want her children going through the heartbreak or life-changing tears that she'd had to; she already loved them too much to put them through it. She'd believed her parents had felt the same way until everything was dumped on her during a phonecall. Not video-chat, where she could talk face-to-face with her mother, but a stupid, effing phonecall. No, she wouldn't stew over it anymore; she'd spent enough nights runnings through what she might've done to cause this split. Leaving, for one; maybe she didn't call home enough; did they believe she'd abandoned them, and the blame tore them apart? When she couldn't sleep, thoughts like that ran through her mind. A few more months of this would surely drive her insane.

Being stubborn was Ayden's defense against all of it; the pregnancy, the feelings, the lack of sleep. It'd always been her last resort when she was upset, seeing as spilling her guts had never really been her style and running around complaining seemed childish. Tonight, Cal just happened to be inflicting that wrath by not going back to bed. This one time, he wasn't going to obey her every command, and it was pissing her off a little. She wanted tea? No problem, he'd be right back. Some odd food at one in the morning? It was his pleasure to get. Him going to bed? Apparently, that was not part of the "I'll do whatever you ask" agreement.

She frowned at him, the fire she was named after flickering dangerously in her eyes. She was exhausted, sore, and about to smack him; the last thing he wanted to do was sit down anywhere near her. "You know what? You stay here. I'll just go sit somewhere I can lock the door. The bathroom floor's comfortable, right?" she snapped, her breathing speeding as she got more upset with him. Calm down; you're supposed to stay calm. Ayden awkwardly tried to get up off the chair, letting out a sharp breath as her back protested. She grit her teeth, knowing that an hour spent uncomfortably curled up on the floor was not going to do her any favors come morning. Unwillingly falling back against the chair, she turned her glare to Cal again and said, "Just go to bed, Caleb. I'm fine.".

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TAG: Babby Daddy xP
LOCATION: Their Apartment :D
WORDS: 435!
MUSIC: "Stuck Like Glue" by Sugarland
OUTFIT: Just the Girl
NOTES: <3 <3 <3