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Eddie stretched noisily as his spine cracked. It had been a long day. He had just started working at the tattoo studio a few days ago, and he was already feeling exhausted. He didn't finish work late, but as soon as he got home, he took it on himself to take care of his two children to make Chrissy feel as comfortable as possible. Sam was now 4 months old. He had just finished the dinner dishes, Arwen was drawing on the floor, while Chrissy was putting her hair up in a little bun. He grabbed his son under his arms.

- Ladies, Sam and I are leaving you, it's time to have some boy time at the bath, he warned.

First part in English, second part in French. Short novel on the family life of the Munsons. No need to have read part 1 and 2 to read this one.

Notes:

Thanks to everyone who read, commented or gave kudos on part 1 and 2 !

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Eddie stretched noisily as his spine cracked. It had been a long day. He had just started working at the tattoo studio a few days ago, and he was already feeling exhausted. He didn't finish work late, but as soon as he got home, he took it on himself to take care of his two children to make Chrissy feel as comfortable as possible. Sam was now 4 months old, and the little angel was already sleeping 7 hours a night (this child is the spitting image of his wife, sweet and smiling). He had just finished the dinner dishes,
Arwen was drawing on the floor, while Chrissy was putting her hair up in a little bun. He grabbed his son under his arms, and carried him to his nose. The baby smell was becoming a powerful drug for him.

- Ladies, Sam and I are leaving you, it's time to have some boy time at the bath, he warned.

Arwen turned around with an expression of pure betrayal on her face.

- All right! Mommy and I will have girl time!

Chrissy smirked at him.

- Sounds good," Eddie laughed as he walked away into the bathroom, Sam sitting in his arms.
- Yes, we're going to eat ultra-hot Doritos, listening to loud music!!!

He laughed as he closed the door, and began to run the bath. He undressed the little boy on the changing table, before doing the same thing. He brushed his teeth while tickling his son, and tossed a few toys into the water before sliding in. He settled in comfortably, Sam against his chest, splashing him with the yellow duck.

- What do you think buddy, we're feeling pretty good here?

Sam replied with a laugh. God, his son's laughter is addictive on him. Especially since the kid doesn't shy away from it. He's a real ray of sunshine, a smile dispenser. His attention was distracted by the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Arwen burst into the bathroom, crying.

- Daddy? the little girl whined.
- Hey bunny, what's wrong? Eddie asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
- Don't you love me anymore?
- Oh Arwen," chirped Eddie, putting a wet arm around her to comfort her. I love you so much. I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise.

Eddie looked at his little girl with a broken heart. Having a little brother and having to share her parents' attention was not easy. And she was really brave, doing her best since Sam arrived. She knew that she was a child who needed to move more than others (Eddie was aware of this too at her age), and she sometimes seemed to be sorry for it. She took it on herself to not impose anything on her parents. She hadn't thrown a jealous fit, building up frustration. And tonight, it seemed, she couldn't contain it. Chrissy slid in beside her daughter.

- Arwen, Daddy and I love you very much. With all our hearts," Chrissy whispered softly in her ear.
- I wanted to take a bath with you too," the girl sniffed.
- Well, let's do that," Eddie encouraged her as he pulled her back. Come on, take off your clothes.

The little girl squirmed, before Chrissy lifted her into the water. Arwen looked at Eddie with her big blue eyes still wet with tears. The same eyes as Chrissy's, which still made him all sentimental. He was damned, with that look, he could never refuse her anything.

- Bunny, it's okay if sometimes you feel we spend less time with you. You have to tell us. Because we love you, and we don't want to make you feel abandoned.
- Okay...

He kissed the forehead of his daughter, who shyly took the toys, and passed them to Sam.

- I'm proud of you," Chrissy agreed.
- Mom, aren't you coming with us?
- Why don't you join us? Eddie offered.

Chrissy looked skeptically at the bathtub.

- Come on, princess. We can't do this much longer. Why not enjoy it ?

She thought for a moment before agreeing. She went to get her polaroid, Eddie frowning, but when she joined them in the water, Arwen between her legs, Eddie thought her idea was brilliant. The little picture of them in the narrow tub was adorable.

- Look," Eddie encouraged her, "the Munson clan enjoying an evening bath.
- How's the water tap on your back? Chrissy asked.
- It's breaking my ribs," he said with a wrinkle of his nose.

She giggled as she looked at him. It was worth all the gold in the world, despite the discomfort of his ribs. He could see the gears of her mind turning. He knew her parents never did this, that she had no happy, spontaneous memories of her family. And that somewhere, she still suffers from it, though it is her determination that the children never go through this.

- Mom," Arwen exclaimed. We have to call Pop Pop to come to the bath too.

Eddie barked a laugh.

- I don't think Pop Pop would be too keen on a bath here," laughed Chrissy.
- Why not?
- He's too modest," laughed Eddie.

 

***

 

Eddie s’étira bruyamment, alors que sa colonne vertébrale craquait. La journée avait été longue. Il recommençait tout juste le travail au studio de tatouage depuis quelques jours, et il se sentait déjà éreinté. Il ne finissait pas tard, mais dès qu’il rentrait, il prenait sur lui de s’occuper de ses deux enfants pour soulager Chrissy au maximum. Sam avait maintenant 4 mois, et le petit ange faisait déjà des nuits de 7 heures (cette enfant est le portrait craché de sa femme, doux et tout sourire.). Il venait tout juste de finir la vaisselle du soir, Arwen dessinait sur le sol, alors que Chrissy coiffait ses cheveux en un petit chignon. Il attrapa son fils sous les bras, et le porta jusqu’à son nez. L’odeur de bébé devenait une drogue puissante pour lui.

- Mesdames, Sam et moi, nous vous abandonnons, il est l’heure d’avoir un temps entre garçons au bain, prévint-il.

Arwen se retourna avec une expression de pure trahison sur son visage.

- Très bien ! Maman et moi aurons du temps entre filles !

Chrissy lui lança un sourire narquois.

- Ça a l’air bien, s’amusa Eddie en s’éloignant dans la salle de bain, Sam assis dans ses bras.
- Oui, nous allons manger des Doritos ultra-piquante, en écoutant de la musique fort !!!

Il rigola en fermant la porte, et commençant à faire couler le bain. Il déshabilla le petit garçon sur la table à langer, avant de faire la même chose. Il se brossa les dents tout en chatouillant son fils, et jeta quelques jouets dans l’eau avant de se glisser dedans. Il s’installa confortablement, Sam contre son torse, en l’éclaboussant avec le canard jaune.

- Qu’est-ce que tu en penses mon pote, on est plutôt bien ici ?

Sam lui répondit par un rire. Dieu, les rires de son fils sont addictifs sur lui. Surtout que l’enfant ne s’en prive pas. C’est un vrai rayon de soleil, un distributeur de sourire. Son attention fut distraite par les bruits de pas dans le couloir. Arwen déboula dans la salle de bain, en pleurs.

- Papa ? Pleurnicha la fillette.
- Hé lapin, qu’est-ce qui ne va pas ? Demanda Eddie, ses sourcils froncés d’inquiétude.
- Tu ne m’aimes plus ?
- Oh Arwen, gazouilla Eddie en passant un bras mouillé autour d’elle pour la réconforter. Je t’aime tellement. Je suis désolé de t’avoir fait penser le contraire.

Eddie regardait avec le cœur brisé sa petite fille. Avoir un petit frère et devoir partager l’attention de ses parents n’était pas facile. Et elle était vraiment courageuse, fessant de son mieux depuis l’arrivée de Sam. Elle avait bien consciente d’être une enfant qui a plus besoin de bouger que les autres (Eddie aussi s’en rendait compte à son âge), et elle paraissait parfois en être désolé. Elle prenait sur elle pour ne rien imposer à ses parents. Elle n’avait pas fait de crise de jalousie, accumulant la frustration. Et il semblait que ce soir, elle n’arrivât pas à la contenir. Chrissy se glissa à côté de sa fille.

- Arwen, papa et moi, nous t’aimons très fort. De tout notre cœur, lui murmura doucement Chrissy à l’oreille.
- Moi aussi, je voulais prendre le bain avec toi, reniflai la fillette.
- Et bien, faisons ça, l’encouragea Eddie en la reculant. Allez, enlève tes vêtements.

La petite se tortilla, avant que Chrissy ne la soulève dans l’eau. Arwen regardait Eddie avec ses grands yeux bleus encore mouillé de larmes. Les mêmes yeux que Chrissy, qui le rendait encore tout sentimental. Il était fichu, avec ce regard, il ne pourrait jamais rien lui refuser.

- Lapin, c’est ok si parfois, tu ressens que nous passons moins de temps avec toi. Il faut que tu nous le dises. Parce que nous t’aimons, et ne voulons pas te faire sentir délaisser.
- D’accord…

Il embrassa le front de sa fille, qui prit timidement les jouets, et les passa à Sam.

- Je suis fier de toi, approuva Chrissy.
- Maman, tu ne viens pas avec nous ?
- Pourquoi tu ne nous rejoins pas ? Proposa Eddie.

Chrissy regarda d’un air sceptique la baignoire.

- Aller princesse. Nous ne pourrons pas faire ça encore très longtemps. Pourquoi ne pas en profiter.

Elle réfléchit un instant avant d’accepter. Elle alla chercher son polaroid, Eddie fronçant les yeux, mais quand elle les rejoignit dans l’eau, Arwen entre ses jambes, Eddie trouva son idée brillante. La petite photo d’eux dans la baignoire étroite était adorable.

- Regarde, l’encouragea Eddie, le clan Munson profitant d’un bain du soir.
- Comment se porte le robinet dans ton dos ? Demanda Chrissy.
- Il me casse les côtes, dit-il dans un froncement de nez.

Elle gloussa en le regardant. Ça valait tout l’or du monde, malgré l’inconfort de ses cotes. Il voyait les engrenages de son esprit tourner. Il sait que jamais ses parents n’ont fait ça, qu’elle n’a pas de souvenir heureux et spontané de sa famille. Et que quelque part, elle en souffre toujours, bien que ce soit sa détermination pour que les enfants ne subissent jamais ça.

- Maman, s’exclama Arwen. Nous devons appeler Pop Pop pour qu’il vienne aussi au bain.

Eddie aboya de rire.

- Je crois que Pop Pop n’aurait pas très envie d’un bain ici, rigola Chrissy.
- Pourquoi ?
- Il est trop pudique, s’amusa Eddie.

Notes:

Arisque's kind comments made me dive back into this series, so he will have a part 3 tomorrow, a little POV from Chrissy.

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