Post by Victorie Weasley on Mar 3, 2009 19:39:28 GMT -5
There were times when optimism was far harder than it should be.
“Lily, can you please go check on Angelique? I need to feed Emile…I think that’s why he’s crying.” Screams filled the relatively large household as the two newest additions to the Weasley family (well, Bill’s branch) screamed and cried. Victorie Weasley – the eldest of the children -- was attempting to soothe one of the new twins. Emile, the baby boy, squirmed and cried and screamed, and Victorie couldn’t do anything to calm him done. He’d done nothing but cry for the past few days. Cry, eat, and sleep. Ever since their parents had left for France, it had been hell on earth for poor Victorie.
Dominique, as much as Victorie loved her, was no help. She did not like kids and was not good with them as a result of them. While she ..attempted to help, Victorie had sent her away after a while. Victorie could do just as well on her own, so one of them should be able to have fun. Louis was..God knows where. He’d been disappearing a lot lately, and it was really a shame, as Emile always seemed to calm down for him. But she could do this on her own. After all, how hard could it be?
However, she had been wrong. She was not fine on her own, and she was at her breaking point. Her Aunt Ginny had sent Lily over after a while to ‘help,’ though Vicky honestly wished that she had not. Lily was like a child herself, and needed to be constantly locked. There were several things Victorie did not want Lily touching, moving, breaking, or ingesting, but she had to look after the two babies and would have to just trust Lily for a while.
“Emile, please stop, I don’t know what you want,” Victorie said, rocking and trying to feed him.
“You’re supposed to talk to him in French,” came her cousin’s call, which Victorie ignored. That was all she had done to help so far that day, and Vicky hoped she would prove to be more helpful before she ripped her hair out. However, after a moment, she paused and decided to try in French.
"Emile," she cooed with a soft French accent. "Pourqoi-pas--" she winced when he started screaming louder and the squirming got worse, just stopping.
Tears streamed down the infant’s pale cheek, blue eyes scrunched closed as he screamed more and more and refused the bottle. Victorie took a few deep breaths, closing blue eyes for a moment as she tried to calm herself and think of what else she could do. She changed him, tried to feed him, played with him, burped him, and nothing had worked. He refused to sleep and cried when he was put down, though he cried harder when Victorie picked him up. She was at her wit’s end. Angelique was easier, which was why she had told Lily to watch after her. Angelique slept most of the time – all Lily would have to do was feed her and change her.
Angelique’s crying grew louder, and as a result, Emile’s did as well. With a headache beginning to grow, Victorie snatched the bottle up again, attempting to feed him as she walked. “Lily, what did I tell yo—“
“Yo, she won’t eat,” Lily greeted. She was sitting on the couch, baby cradled in one arm and a joint hanging between her lips. “Wanna switch?”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Victorie snapped, tone close to angry. Lily always brought out the worst of her. “Put that out right this instant!”
“Jeez, okay, Mom,” the redhead responded, rolling her eyes and putting it out with her wand. Once that was done, they switched babies. Victorie fed Angelique with ease (Lily must be retarded) as Lily rocked Emile. “Happy?” Lily asked, sarcasm in her tone.
“No, I’m not,” Victorie said, shaking her head and looking near tears. “He won’t stop crying, you’re smoking bud near a newborn and not helping me at all unless I beg you to. Can’t you tell I’m frustrated? Lily, please, can you just help?”
Silence followed, and Victorie looked to Lily in shock. “He..stopped crying,” she said in amazement, looking down at the baby boy who was happily sucking his thumb.
Shrugging, Lily looked down at him. “Donno. Maybe he just hates you.” And while she was kidding, Vicky felt as if it were true.
She leaned against the wall, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. She had never been so frustrated and stressed. School felt as though it was going to kill her, her parents were constantly fighting, Louis kept disappearing, she had to watch two babies and Lily, who acted like she were four most of the time. When she couldn’t blink back the tears she stood up straight, murmuring something about putting Angelique down in her crib as she seemed sleepy and hurried to the nursery.
She wiped her cheeks with her free hand quickly, cursing under her breath at herself. After pressing a kiss to the infant’s forehead and laying her down, she turned quickly to the mirror in the room. She fixed her ponytail quickly, brushing shorter blonde bangs away from her eyes as she did. After making sure the tears were gone she pulled on a smile, which faded as she heard a crash and more screaming.
“Uh, Vicks? Problemo!”
She was going to kill Lily.
