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another one of my fav things u write is when the chat goes crazy so I was wondering if u could do one where y/n and Sam haven’t done a video in a while and the fans create rumors saying that they aren’t friends anymore but they’re secretly saying and Sam surprises the viewers on his live with reader and the chat goes crazy I love when u include that k byeee
I Found Her | Sam Golbach
Warnings: fluff, swearing, slight sexual innuendos, secret relationship (kept from fanbase), rumors about reader
I’m classifying this as a snippet for now.
“Sam.”
“Yeah, baby?” He looks up from his laptop as you walk down the steps, “Did you know that we aren’t friends anymore?”
“I mean..” he turns to look back at you, “Yeah, I kind of did know that.” He chuckles and you walk around to sit on the couch next to him, “Well yeah, but I mean.. here.”
You rest your head on his shoulder and he gives the top a kiss as you smile, “Here.” You hand him your phone, “There’s a thread on this one.”
You reach over, tapping the comment to drop more down, “Then I’ll show you the other comment section on TikTok.”
User1: Has she posted anywhere recently?
User2: right! It’s been almost three months
User3: Has Sam posted anything with her? Commented on anything?
User4: maybe she moved back home? Her and Sam might have split?
User5: @/user4: her and Sam were NEVER together! She’s an old friend from their childhood! Stop spreading false information!
User6: Literally stop. I’m sure y/n is fine!
He nods as he reads down over them, “They have no idea.” He looks over at you, “Is it because you M.I.A on them?”
“Probably. I just deleted the apps off my phone once we started getting, closer, you know.. I wanted to put my all into this, so I figured a social media break would be good.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone. You know that right? You do what you need to do in order to make yourself happy.” Sam leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Because they clearly have no idea what they’re talking about.”
You press a kiss to his lips, “As long as I have you, I should be set on happiness.” You smile and he kisses you again, “Maybe we should just come clean.”
“You want to tell them?” You ask as you raise your brows.
“Only if you want to.” Sam whispers, tucking hair behind your ear as you nod, “I need to start posting again anyway.” You let out a sigh, “Okay. How do you want to do it?”
Sam smirks, “I have an idea.”
“Oh no.” You laugh, “Should I be scared?”
He shakes his head, “Just go up and hang out in my room. I’m going to go live. Is Colby awake?” You stand up and shrug, “Not sure, I did hear anything before I came down.”
He nods and stands up, “Okay.” His hands slide up your arms, “Are you sure about this? If you’re not co-“
“I want to be able to kiss you in public and hold your hand. I’m sure about this, baby.” You look up at him and he smiles, “Okay. Now go.”
You nod and walk over to the steps, looking back to see he’s staring at you shaking his head.
“What?” You stop, tuning towards him as you laugh slightly and he shakes his head, “I just.. cannot believe you are mine.”
You smile harder, feeling your cheeks heat up as you finish your way up the steps. You go into the room you share with Sam, sitting on the bed as you wait for whatever’s about to happen, to happen.
A few minutes later, you see a notification on your phone.
[y/n.y/l/n]: samgolbach started a live video. Watch it before it ends!
“Oh my god.” You look at the door, then back to your phone, then one more back and fourth before you get up and walk out of the room.
You sit down on the floor, listening as you hear Sam start, “What’s up everybody? Hello hello.” He pauses, “Just going to wait for a couple more people to drop in before we get started.”
You knew the comments were insane. Sam hasn’t done a solo live in so long.
“Fuck it.” You get up, walking back in and you click on the notification, popping in while Sam is mid sentence, “.. on here and give you guys a little update about Colby and I’s travels lately.”
He smiles when he sees your name pop up, but he tries to not make it a big deal, “So we flew in from Italy, I think it was two days ago now? But that was amazing. That video will be out soon.”
While Sam is talking, you can’t help but stay focused on the comments, scrolling at you read. At first it was comments about Sam and Colby and their videos and stuff, but as soon as you joined, the focus was practically almost turned, which is what Sam wanted.
InstaUser1: WAIT WAIT Y/N DID I SEE THAT CORRECTLY!?
InstaUser2: Can’t wait for the video Sam!!
InstaUser3: @/InstaUser1 I SAW IT TOO!
InstaUser4: wait wait wait y/n is here?
InstaUser5: Sam! Please just tell us if y/n is okay!
“Y/n is okay. We’re still on good terms, I promise.” He glances at the camera, “Yeah, I see everything.” He laughs, shaking his head, “No she’s doing good.”
You laugh slightly, glancing back down to the comments.
InstaUser6: NO what do you MEAN you see everything Samuel?
InstaUser7: PLEASE GOD NO Sam don’t lurk you’ll regret it, just ask Matt Sturniolo
“Colby is sleeping still. I think he’s coming down with something, which means I’ll probably get it.”
“And I’ll end up getting it.” You mumble to yourself.
InstaUser8: Can you tell us where y/n is? Like did she go back home?
InstaUser9: Why did she ghost us? You’re a GHOST HUNTER, Sam! Please help us out!
“I need to go get Colby up anyway. We have a dinner tonight and I haaaate waking his ass up.”
Your heart starts racing as you see Sam walking in the live, “Oh fuck.” You shift around, leaning back against the headboard as you try to look relaxed and like you aren’t panicking on the inside.
You knew he had to get Colby up, but you knew he had unfinished business that he had to attend to first, “Here guys.” He flips the camera around and you watch the screen intently as he reaches for the knob, “Say hi to Colby.”
He pushes open the door and you’re suddenly watching yourself on your phone screen, “Just kidding. It’s y/n! I found her!”
You turn your head from your phone to look at Sam, “You found me!”
“Ghost Hunter Sam strikes again.” Sam says as he walks over to sit on the bed. You laugh, looking back down at the comments.
InstaUser1: I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT
InstaUser8: Oh my god this is so much better
InstaUser10: PLEASE WHAT IS HAPPENING
You lean over, resting your head on Sam’s shoulder, “I took some sudden time off because, well.. something sudden, but not so sudden happened and I just wanted to give it my all, you know?”
Your eyes scan down as the comments flood through on Sam’s screen.
InstaUser11: PLEASE BE TOGETHER.
InstaUser12: IM SOBBING WHAT
InstaUser13: MY TWO FAV PEOPLE WHAT IS GOING ON I-
You laugh, “I guess we should just-“ Sam cuts you off with a kiss and you lay your hand on his cheek, smiling as he pulls away.
“That’s my girlfriend.” Sam laughs as he rests his forehead against your temple, “Alright guys.” He turns his head, keeping it against yours, “I’ll see you all in the next one. I gotta go wake up Colby. Love you all. Catch ya later.”
You smile as Sam ends the live and then he suddenly turn, lunging to push you back onto the bed, “You can come to dinner with us tonight.”
“I sure can, boyfriend.” You scrunch your nose up as you smile and he leans in, “I love you, y/n.”
Your heart skips a beat and you bring your hand up to lay on his neck, “I love you, Sam.” He presses a few kisses to your face before attacking your lips.
He leans back with a sigh, “Wanna help me get Colby up?” You purse your lips together and shake your head, “I have to start getting ready.”
He rolls his eyes before smiling, “Fine, I’ll let it slide.” You go to get up but he stops you, “This time.” You laugh and shake your head, “Mhm. I’m sure I’ll hear that next time, too.”
“Yeah.” Sam nods, “You probably will.” His eyes scan over your body, “So which dress are you wearing?” You bite down on your lip as you glance over at him, “One that’s easy for you to take off of me once we’re back here.”
“Fuck, I love you.”
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Thank you so much for reading!! I love you all so much!
Summary: Best friends Sam, Colby and Alyssa live together all the way out in LA. She edits their videos, and they take her on crazy adventures and trips. And invite her to some of their best parties. Where one night she meets a guy and ends up back at his place and one month later, she's late. But she can't worry about that because she is going on a cross-country trip with the boys and no contact with this one-night stand.
Warnings: cussing, partying, drinking, being sick (throwing up), tooth rotting fluff, MAYBE smut eventually
Author's Note: Thank yyou everyone for reading these stories and interacting with my page. Thank you @samandcolbyownme for helping contribute to this idea with the two one shots about the ghosts telling the character she is pregnant. I've already started writing the first chapter/ part to this so expect it sometime this week
So many beautiful views, places to go out in, and so so many bars and clubs.
Tara, Katrina, Devyn, Cassie, Xepher, and I all decided we needed a girl's night away from the boys. There was this new club called The Devil’s Angel. The dark name reflected the dark inside. It had red lights all over the place and weirdly enough it played old school punk/ emo music. It was fun, especially since all of us were dating or friends with some of the most emo influencers out there. Most of the club was women but there were a few groups of men. Me and the girls had taken a booth in the corner of the club by the DJ booth. For the most part, we all had one or two drinks and two shots a piece. We were all still pretty sober. I had been texting Colby keeping him updated on the night,
Ellie 🤭- It’s great my love. We’ll have to come out here with the whole group. You boys would love it!
Colbs 🖤- That’s good. Who’s DD tonight?
Ellie 🤭- Well it was going to be Kat but we all collectively agreed that we would either call you boys to get us or just uber back to the hotel. It’s just right around the corner so...
Colbs 🖤-
Okay baby. If you need me, I want you to call, okay?
I smiled as I locked my phone and set it down on the table. “Who are you texting?” Kat asked me. “Colby. He was checking on us, asking who the DD is. You know how he is. Just like Sam.” I told her laughing. We both burst into more laughter as Tara and Xepher come back to the booth with two trays of shots. “Holy shit girls. Why so many?” Cassie asked them. We all help carefully lower the trays to the table. “Well since we decided to just call the boys instead of having a DD we went and got like 3 shots for everyone. I want to dance and get fucked up.” Tara said. We all picked up a shot and clinked them together and all downed them. I grabbed my second one and downed that one quickly too. Once all of us had finished the shots we grabbed our other drinks and headed to the dance floor. THe shots were quickly making their way to my head so I just started dancing around and yelling lyrics with the girls. We danced, grinded and twerked on each other. By 2am. We were all so fucked up we had to sit down. The 6 of us sat back down at the booth and ordered a few glasses of water. “I’m going to go call Colby and see if he can come get us.” I yelled to Devyn. She nodded and let me out of the booth. I grabbed my water bottle and purse and made my way to the door. Stepping out into the cool L.A. night, I took a deep breath. I did not notice how overwhelming the club was until I had some fresh air. I pulled out my phone and attempted to pull up Colby’s contact. “Fuck it. Hey Siri, call Colbs, "I said. My phone started ringing so I brought it up to my ear. “Hello?” he answered. All of a sudden I heard something from the alleyway next to me. I looked over and didn’t see anything so I shrugged it off. “Hey baby. Can you and Sam and whoever else come get us? We’re exhausted.” I asked him. I yawned and turned my back on the alley once again to walk closer to the entrance. “Definitely my love. Maybe 15 minutes?” he told me. I could hear the rustling of clothes and his keys in the background. I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “Yeah. Me and the girls will be waiting by the entrance for you. I love you.” I told him. I heard more noises from behind me so I stuck the phone on speaker and texted the girls group chat to go ahead and come outside and wait with me.
I didn’t want to be alone.
“I love you baby. I’ll see you soon.” he told me and then ended the call. The door to the club opened and out walked the other girls. Tara and Devyn lean against each other while Xepher and Cassie do the same. Kat came over next to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. “I am going to have the worst hangover tomorrow.” she whispered to me. I lightly chuckled and leaned my head against hers. My eyes were drifting closed when I heard footsteps coming towards us. I shot my eyes up and looked at the small group of men coming towards us. They looked to maybe be a few years older than us with the oldest of us being 24. They whispered to each other than whistled at us. I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arm around Kat’s shoulders. “Hello ladies. What are you doing out here all by yourselves.?” one of them asked. I looked him dead in the eyes. I wasn’t going to let them know that they made me nervous. “Our boyfriends are on the way to g-” I was cut off by a text from Colby telling me him, Sam, and Jake were 2 minutes away. “Speak of the devil, they are two minutes away so if you’ll excuse us.” I said while grabbing Kat’s hand and pulling her towards Dev and Tara. Cassie and Xepher were already over by them. “Oh, come on. Live a little. They don’t have to know.” another one said. I looked back in disgust and scoffed at them. “And it’s men like you who make women feel uncomfortable and scared to wait for their rides and walk alone at night, '' Devyn said before me. I was kind of shocked because Dev is very non-confrontational. The group walked closer to us, so we huddled closer together. There were more of us then of them, but we were small compared to them. I heard a car pull up next to us and looked out of the corner of my eye to see Sam, Colby, and Jake getting out of Sam’s Tesla. They walked over to us and finally noticed the group of men. “Girls, they try anything?” Colby asked us quietly. I shook my head at him. “No, just being gross. You know how it is.” I whispered to him. He kissed my forehead and pulled Kat and I behind him. Sam doing the Sam to Cassie and Xeph, and Jake doing the same for Dev and Tara. “We got them from here. Feel free to go ahead and leave.” Sam called to them. Colby started walking us to the car. I was getting in last whether he liked it or not. The others were going to get in before me. I stood outside the doors and waiting for the other girls to get in the car. Once they were all in, I went to get in the car. “Come on man, have you seen her? Least you could do is share her.” the tallest man called to Colby. Before i knew it, Colby was walking towards them seeing red. “The fuck did you just say about my girl? He yelled. I went to run for him, but Kat grabbed my hand from the car. “Sam’s got him” she told me. I looked back to see Sam and Jake running up and pulling Colby away from the men. They pulled him back over to me while threatening to call the cops. The group of men finally leave, and Colby walked over to me and held me. “Are you okay?” he asked me. I looked up at him and nodded. He grabbed my jaw gently and made me meet his eyes. “I need words, Ellie” he whispered to me. “I’m okay. I’m ready to get home.” I told him. He nodded and opened the door to the car for me again. “Then let's get my girl home.” he whispered. He used the hand that was on my jaw to pull my face up to place a kiss on my lips. I smile and get in the car. He shuts the door after me and gets in the passenger seat. I reach around the headrest to hold his hand. I ended up falling asleep not even 5 minutes into the car ride. I felt the car stop and felt Colby’s hand let go of mine, but I was too tired to even comprehend what was happening. Colby picked me up out of the car and took me up to his room and laid me down. He kissed my forehead, and I heard him say “Goodnight my love.” and I fell asleep for the rest of the night.
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summary: Living with 5 boys always proves to be a trip. Except when someone finally gets hurt, and it so happens to be your boyfriend
warnings: cussing, broken bones, yelling, Sam gets full named by Emmy, (I think that's it)
A/N: This is my first story I have ever posted online. I have a few written that I want to push out and they will for sure be longer than this one. I hope you enjoy and if you want to read something specific, send in a request :)
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Living in the traphouse with my boyfriend, Sam, was exciting to say the least. We lived with some of his closest friends so you can imagine it was like living with 5+ toddlers sometimes. And today was one of those days. I was sitting inside at the bar trying to work on some editing for some of Sam’s new pictures from the photos I took for him when I heard all the boys yelling from the back yard. I shut my laptop and grabbed my phone off the counter with an eye roll. I walked outside into the hot L.A. sun and stood with the rest of the boys. My tank top and shorts stood out against all of their hoodies and jeans even though it was damn near 100 degrees outside. “What the hell are ya’ll doing?” I asked them. Colby, Jake, Corey, and Aaron just looked at me like deer stuck in headlights. “What? Cat got your tongues or something?” I said with an attitude. I needed to get back to work. Sam wanted to post those pictures today, so I needed to get them edited. “Nothings going on, Em. Why would you think something is going on?” Jake stuttered towards me. I rolled my eyes and looked at Colby who was making, well attempting, subtle glances up to the top of the house. Confused, I looked up and saw my boyfriend standing on the edge of the roof. “Samuel John Golbach! What the fuck are you doing up there?” I yelled at him. He smiled sheepishly and gave me a small wave. “Hi baby. I was about to help the boys make a TikTok, wanna watch?” He called back down at me. I looked at him irritated. “Sam, what TikTok are you making?” I asked. I was genuinely concerned for him. I had no idea what they could possibly be doing. I hadn’t been on TikTok in over a week because of work. “Okay I’m filming. Whenever you’re ready, Sammy boy!” Corey yelled. Colby whooped and cheered and Sam counted down from three. On three he jumped and fell down fast. He was supposed to land in the live seat they had under him. He missed and landed partially on the ground. “Sammy!” I yelled and ran over to him. He groaned and tried to turn into his stomach. “No baby stop you can’t roll over. You might’ve fractured your spine” I told him while holding him still. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. “Fuck this hurts.” He whispered to me. I had silent tears running down my face as I kissed his forehead. “ I know, sweet boy. The ambulance is on its way I promise.” I whispered back. “How long until the ambulance gets here?” I asked the boys. “There right around the corner.” Colby told me. I heard the siren before I saw the lights because I didn’t want to take my eyes off Sam. “Ma’am, we’ve got it from here.” One of the paramedics told me. “Okay, uhh he’s 24, jumped from the roof and landed partially on the lovesac. I heard a big crack when he hit the ground, so I think he fractured his spine. If not the spine, some of his vertebrae.” I rattled off quickly. “Damn woman, you a nurse or something?” The other paramedic asks with a laugh. “Studying to be one actually. That and I live with a bunch of dumbass boys who like to do stupid shit.” I told him with a small laugh. They got Sam up in the gurney and loaded him in the ambulance. “You wanna ride with him, nurse girl?” They asked me. I nodded my head and hopped up and sat next to Sam. “Emmy, it hurts. Like so fucking bad.” Sam whispered to me. “I know it does. You jumped off the roof and missed the bean bag. What did you expect?” I asked him. I grabbed his hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand with my thumb. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand gently.
time skip to the hospital
“Well, you indeed did fracture a few of your lower vertebrae. Three to be exact.” the doctor told Sam. He looked at me with some fear in his eyes and at that moment I knew exactly how he was feeling. “Hey baby, you're fine. I know exactly how to help with the healing process so you will be in great hands.” I told him, brushing his hair back off his forehead. He smiles at me and looks back at the doctor. “Okay so what are you able to do?” he asked him. The doctor went on to explain that there wasn’t much he could do other than give him a brace and pain meds. After a conversation about what he can and cannot take, the doctor left to get the nurse for his brace. “I’m sorry this is happening to you, my love.” I whispered to him. He brought my hand up to his lips and placed a few pecks on the back of my hand. “I'm sorry I’m putting you through this. I thought I could make that jump.” he told me. I smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I told you so, babe. I told you so.”
so i read a fic earlier this year and it was a Colby fic on Wattpad and the only thing I can remember about it was that one of the scenes was Colby got kidnapped by an uber driver and the main female character was pregnant withhis kid and had gone to save him and Sam was pissed at her. It was a well written story but i cannot find it again.
If you know what I am talking about, please please please tell me the title or send me the link
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Summary: Your whole life, everyone told you motherhood would come easy. So far, it has not. You struggle to connect with your baby boy, Francis. You struggle to console him, to breastfeed him, everything. Joel has pretty much taken care of your son by himself in the two months since you gave birth. Today is your first day alone with your baby boy, and it ends in disaster. Does Joel also think you’re a failure of a mother? Takes place in Jackson, sometime after TLOU
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: emotional, emotional breakdown, talks of giving birth, breastfeeding, dirty diapers, taking a bath with Joel, pet names, vulnerable reader, postpartum depression and anxiety, undefined loving relationship with Joel
A/N: Just thought of this story, thought you could all use some sweet soft Joel :)
Edit: forgot to add this is loosely based on this request from @guiltgoreglory !!!
If you like this story, please leave me a comment or reblog telling me what you think!!🩷🩷
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It’s a quiet December morning, the sunlight is just beginning to dance and sparkle on the snow outside. You’re in an old rocking chair Maria gifted you, holding your baby boy close to your chest. He’s quiet for once, usually he’s fussy when you hold him. You’re morose, wondering if it was the right choice to bring him into this world, with you as his mother.
His name is Francis. You gave birth to him two months ago in October.
It was a chilly April day when you realized you were late, not having a period since January. In a panic, you called Joel into your shared bedroom.
Those two words hit him like a ton of bricks. “I’m late,” you whispered, eyes full of worry and tears. Your words were bitter, tasting like the bile on your tongue.
“You’re what?”
“I think I’m pregnant, Joel,”
Joel sat down on the bed with you, his head spinning. He was quiet, too quiet. But not angry like you feared he would be.
Jackson was a great place to raise a child, but Jackson was still a town on Earth, which for the past twenty-odd years, has been overtaken by a brain-controlling fungus. There was no guarantee that having a baby in Jackson would be 100% risk free.
“But we’ll take care of it. I want you to come to the doctor with me tomorrow,” you started. “And we’ll deal with–”
“No,” Joel interrupted. He looked at you with his big brown eyes, so sad and worrisome. “I can’t let you do that. Not safe.”
Abortion is what he was referring to. It’s not that Joel felt abortion was wrong in any sense, he was the last person on Earth who had any right to discuss right and wrong. Abortion was risky, even in the safety of Jackson. And he couldn’t risk letting you get hurt, or worse. He was right, and you knew it. You didn’t need any convincing. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“I don’t know that I’m ready to be a mom, Joel,” you breathed shakily. “I can’t do this.”
He held your hand in his own, so big and calloused from years of backbreaking work. “I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he whispered. “You didn’t get into this all by yourself.”
It was true. Joel was the one who did this to you, anyway. He was your person, or whatever you could call him. Not really your lover, not officially at least. He was just your guy, your companion in everything. And you slept together. It just was a one time, two time, okay maybe all the time kind of thing.
Contraception wasn’t easy to come by. If you were lucky enough to come by some condoms, they were most definitely expired and probably useless. You’d be better off with the pull out method, which was never that great of a birth control method.
You and Joel would often forgo pulling out, getting too caught up in the heat of the moment. You loved each others’ bodies passionately. And well, your bodies did what human bodies tend to do. They created a baby.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
Since giving birth to Francis in October, Joel had taken on the role of sole caretaker to your baby boy. It’s not what you had planned, exactly. It’s kind of just how it happened.
Joel did his best to teach you how to swaddle Francis, but you could never quite get it right. He’d flail his limbs too much and you couldn’t wrap him quick enough. Joel also tried to help you learn to breastfeed, but Francis would never latch to your nipple.
You and Francis didn’t quite connect, the way most new moms do with their babies. You’d seen women around Jackson with their babies, smiling and singing to them. Their babies looked so happy, so at peace with their mamas.
And it made you feel so isolated. You could never console him, never. It seemed like he only ever cried in your arms. You and Francis were like oil and water. Sometimes you wondered if you were even his mother. He wanted just about nothing to do with you, and everything to do with Joel.
Even the pregnancy was difficult. There was no glow to your body, like everyone told you there would be. You felt ugly and swollen, and you were in constant pain. Francis’ favorite activity in utero was to do somersaults, over and over and over, which meant you’d puke your brains out, over and over and over. Joel was patient with you, of course. You were growing his child. Didn’t press you for sex or make you do anything you weren’t comfortable with. He’d just hold your hair back and promise you that everything would be alright, it wouldn’t be like this forever.
Joel, on the other hand, had no problem connecting with his baby boy. Francis and Joel were thick as thieves. Francis was silent in his arms, save for the cute little coos he’d let out while sleeping. Francis didn’t cry when Joel changed his diapers like he did with you. Francis let Joel bottle feed him, but refused to let you.
It broke your heart.
And it broke Joel’s too.
To add insult to injury, your relationship with Joel was dwindling. He was there for you, just distant. And you were distant too. You knew it could happen, lots of couples lose sight of one another after a baby. You just didn’t expect it to feel so lonesome and severe.
You didn’t play games with Ellie like you used to. Didn’t cook together. Didn’t touch each other. Didn’t even go to bed at the same time, because Joel was always with Francis. You’d go to sleep before Joel, silently weeping at all of your shortcomings as a mother and partner, or whatever you were.
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“You’ll be alright today,” Joel says sweetly as he dresses himself. He speaks to you in a soft and gentle tone, soothing you.
“I’m just nervous,” you admit, still rocking Francis. He looks just like Joel. He’s got big brown eyes, just like his daddy. He’s even got the same dimple as Joel on his right cheek.
“I know you are,” he says, pulling on and tying his boots. He’s nervous too, if he’s being honest with himself. He knows motherhood has not been easy on you. It’s not that he thinks you can’t handle yourself and Francis, he just knows you’re high strung and anxious. “It’s just a couple hours. Tommy put me on the short shift today.” Everyone contributed to patrol in Jackson, and today is Joel’s first day back since the birth of Francis.
You smile weakly, but wear a brave face. He’s right, it’s just a couple hours. It’ll be fine. Joel kisses your cheek, then bends down to kiss Francis’s soft head. “I’ll be back soon,” he promises.
And then he’s gone.
The silence is unnatural, almost eerie. You feel your anxiety in your fingertips as you mindlessly twiddle your fingers against Francis’ back. The sun is brighter now, and it’s time to get the day started.
Here goes nothing.
“Alright, baby. What do you think, eggs and toast for breakfast?” you whisper to Francis.
Francis just looks at you and coos with his amber eyes, his mouth suckling on his pacifier. He looks so much like his daddy.
“Sounds yummy to me too,” you reply to his lack of an answer. As you shift in your seat and maneuver Francis so that his head is tucked by your neck and you’re supporting his bum, he begins to whine a little. “It’s okay, my angel. It’s okay. Mama’s got you. We’re gonna have a good day today, baby.”
You bounce him a little, soothing him. He quiets down. You make your way to the staircase, your sweet boy wrapped in your arms.
The stairs are…daunting. They’re steep, rickety, and old. They’re hard wood, but you were smart and took your socks off to eliminate any possibility of slipping. But still, it’s scary. For a second, you consider sitting and moving down the steps the way a toddler would. But you wave that idea off. Don’t be ridiculous.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. You take a step. And then another. Slowly, ever so slowly. Another now. One more.
You don’t know how it happened. You’re suddenly at the bottom of the stairs, your foot twisted and underneath your body, pinned to the hard stairs. Francis is screaming in your ear, still pressed to your chest.
You move your foot out from under you with a wince and before even checking to see if it’s broken, and hold Francis in front of you.
He’s screaming, wailing. His face is fire engine red as he cries. You quickly examine his little body to check for any scrapes or bruises or cuts. Luckily, there are none.
You do your best to soothe the little boy. “It’s okay, angel. It’s okay. Mama’s got you,” You tell him over and over that it’s okay, but you don’t know that for sure. Did he hit his head? Did you shake him?
Francis is inconsolable. You look around you for anything to grab to keep him calm, luckily his pacifier is in reach. You place it in his mouth, he spits it out. You do it again. Nothing.
You’ve got this. Just breathe.
“Okay, okay. No paci. That’s fine, baby,”
Francis’ cries never let up. He’ll tire himself out eventually. Right?
With Francis still shrieking in your ear, you check your foot. It’s black and blue, already swelling. You try to sit up a bit, put some pressure on it. The pain shoots through your entire body. You don’t know if it’s twisted, sprained, or broken.
What you do know is that you’re stuck. You’re alone, with no way to call for help. No way to move from the steps. Joel’s short shift might as well be infinite now.
A few minutes pass as you just focus on your breathing.
Breathe, is what Joel told you when you found out you were pregnant. You panicked and hyperventilated as he wrapped his strong arms around you, bringing you back down to Earth.
Breathe, is what Joel told you when you spent hours vomiting into the toilet, Frankie never letting up on his somersaults. He held your hair back, rubbed circles into the tense flesh of your shoulders.
When you were in your long and arduous labor, screaming in agony and gripping his hand. Breathe.
Breathe. When you couldn’t soothe your son, and you broke down in tears of frustration. Joel took Francis from you and walked into another room to give you a break from his cries.
You just breathe.
Finally, the ear piercing shrieks flying from Francis’ mouth subside after a while. You don’t know how long exactly, maybe an hour. He’s still crying, but it’s a different tone. He’s hungry.
Might as well give it a shot. You can do this.
You lift up your shirt, adjusting Francis so he’s flush with your body. You guide his mouth to one of your breasts, encouraging him to wrap his lips around your nipple.
You can tell he’s trying, just can’t quite figure out how to latch. You do your best to help him, maneuvering his little body and your breast to ease his struggle.
“Come on, Francis. You’ve got this, buddy,” you coo. He seems to be relaxed a little by your voice. He almost latches, but not quite. “It’s just you and me, sweetheart.”
Maybe he’s uncomfortable on this side. You flip him over and offer your other breast. He can’t quite latch there either.
“Please, please, please,” you beg him softly. “You can do this, baby. Just eat for mama.”
He still won't latch, but you don’t stop trying. Not for hours.
Francis’ hunger pangs have seemed to peter out, now. He’s asleep in your arms, most likely tired himself out from crying so much. You worry if he’ll lose his voice by the end of today.
Your ass is sore, so is your back and your foot. But you savor the peace and quiet despite the pain in your body.
You wonder how many hours it's been. You try to tell by the way the shadows on the floor change with the sun, but you can’t make out much. Maybe the shadows have moved, maybe not. You can’t tell. Time doesn’t even feel real at this point. Today is agonizingly long.
You rest your head against the banister, closing your eyes. Joel told you once to take advantage of your sleeping son.
“Get some sleep,” Joel mumbled to you. It was maybe a week after giving birth to Francis and you were peering into his crib with heavy eyelids, afraid that if you slept he’d disappear. “He’ll be fine.”
“I know, I just,” you struggled to form a sentence. You wanted to make sure your baby boy was alright. You hated leaving him.
“He’ll be fine,” Joel repeated, his gruff voice firm yet sympathetic. “Go to bed.”
Joel helped you up, your body still so tender after Francis’ delivery. You winced at the ache in your muscles. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispered to you.
You were in a trance, being led to your bed by Joel. It was like your feet weren’t even moving, just floating along and walking on nothing. Joel helped you in bed, adjusted the pillows under your head and pulled a blanket up over your shoulders.
He stepped away from the bed and made his way to the door, turning to give you one last look. Your gaze was still fixed on Francis, unwavering.
Joel sighed and walked back to the bed, this time his side. The bed creaked with each of his movements. He flipped you over gently so you couldn’t stare at Francis any longer, your head on his chest.
“Joel,” you protested. “Our baby.”
“Francis is fine,” he mumbled. “You need to sleep. I’ll watch him. Okay, mama? Mom sleeps when baby sleeps. That’s the rule.”
“I can’t sleep, though. I have to watch him,” Your anxiety wouldn’t leave. Joel felt you fight and struggle against watching Francis. You were so restless.
“Don’t sleep then,” Joel said. “Just rest your eyes. Can you do that for me?”
“Just rest my eyes?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. Just give them a break,”
You groaned. “Fine,” you grumbled. You’d give them a five minute break and go back to watching Francis. “Just for a little bit. And then I’m gonna watch him.”
“Alright, honey. You do that. Hush, now. Relax,” Joel commanded you ever so sweetly. “Just close your eyes, mama.”
You did as he said, and he brought his hand to your head, dragging his fingertips through your scalp. His fingers trailed to your neck, then your back. You melted into him, turning into a puddle in his arms.
Within minutes, you were asleep, snoring quietly.
Joel knew how to read people, the right words to say to sway them in the direction he wanted them to go. You were no different than anyone else. Now, he wasn't proud of manipulating you into slumber, but he felt it was justified given the circumstances.
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You wake up to a putrid smell, your ass basically numb underneath you.
“No, no,” you groan. You adjust Francis, and he begins screaming when you peek into his diaper. The kid does not like being woken up. “Fuck.” you cry.
It’s a bad one, the mess in his diaper. Francis wails in your ear as you assess the situation. You can’t just leave him in his mess.
You sigh, taking off your shirt. You set it down next to you on the staircase.
Francis screams louder when you take off his diaper and set it on the ground. He hates being changed. “I know, bud. This sucks for me too,” you sympathize with him. Then, using your shirt, you wipe him clean as best as you can. It’s not perfect, but it will have to do.
“Please, don’t cry. Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay,”
Francis is relentless. He doesn’t let up. You just hold him, his excrement is on your skin and clothes. You’re gagging as your eyes begin to water.
Your ears are ringing and sore from all the noise. Your back is aching worse than it ever has, worse than when you backpacked across the country with Joel and Ellie. Your arms are full of pins and needles and going numb, you’re afraid you may drop Francis. Your foot is throbbing angrily.
And then the floodgates fly open. Your tears are spilling, hot and fast. You’re gasping for air, hyperventilating. Francis is shaking with each jolt of your lungs and you try to still yourself, but you’re powerless against your body.
You sob loudly, almost as loud as Francis. You can’t remember the last time you cried this way. All of your frustration, pain, loneliness, leaving your body and washing over it again in heaving sobs and cries.
“I’m sorry,” you cry to Francis. “I’m so sorry.” Your voice is thick and wet.
You try your best to breathe, just like Joel told you. But you can’t. You’re gasping uncontrollably and your nose is full of mucous, blocking you from inhaling and exhaling.
“I’m sorry,” you say again, holding Francis and rocking him. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. I fucked up. I’m so sorry, Francis.”
You repeat it like a mantra. You apologize to your little boy over and over and over again, for hours.
“I’m so sorry, Francis. You deserve better, sweet baby,”
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“I was thinking we’d do soup for lunch. Nice and warm, what do you think?” Joel’s voice is faint and muffled through the front door. You perk up slightly at the sound of him and Ellie, but you’re too drained to do anything more.
“Soup sounds good. But I’ll make it. You burnt it last time,” Ellie giggles. Her bubbly voice is music to your tired ears.
“Did not,” Joel says with disdain for Ellies recollection of events. “How do you even burn soup?”
“I don’t know, man. You’re the one who burned it,”
Ellie and Joel giggle as they make their way through the house, then both of their smiles drop at the sight in front of them.
You’re half naked, covered in feces and your face is puffy with tears. Your foot is black and blue and ugly as you sit and cry, with Francis naked and messy in your arms.
Joel says nothing, just grabs Francis from your arms and checks him. Then he moves to you, checking your body and your face.
“Oh my god,” is all he can get out. “Oh my god.”
You just cry.
“What the fuck happened?”
Your eyes meet Joel’s, then Ellie’s. They’re both so concerned.
So you explain how you fell down the stairs, right after Joel left. You don’t know how it happened. You explain how neither you nor Francis have eaten. “We’ve been here for hours,” you get out between sobs.
“Oh my god,”
Joel’s eyes are glassy, his voice is shaky. He passes Francis to Ellie. “Need your help,” he says to Ellie. “Clean him up. Please.”
She nods, holding out her arms to take Francis. “I’ve got him,” she whispers, before taking him into the kitchen.
Joel helps you up, you yelp at the pain. Your foot aches, so do the rest of your bones. “I know. I know,” Joel mumbles. His heart is broken into a million pieces, he’s in disbelief that this even happened to you.
He helps you into his arms, cradling you as he walks you both up the stairs. You hold onto him tightly, the smell of his clothes and his sweat bring you so much comfort and relief. Your person is here, and he’s gonna make it all better.
Joel takes you into the bathroom and removes the rest of your clothes, leaving them on the floor. You sit on the toilet seat as he removes his clothing. You feel like such a failure of a mother.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, now,” he says softly.
“I can’t shower, Joel. My foot,” you cry.
“I know, honey’. I’ve got you,” his voice is so quiet, so gentle. “Just for a minute. Just let me rinse you, that’s all.”
Joel lifts you up slowly, being extra conscious of your foot, then lifts you into the tub. He pulls the leg of your injured foot over his hip and wraps one of his strong arms around your waist as he uses the other to turn on the warm water.
He removes the showerhead and rinses your body, watching all of the dirt and grime leave your skin. Then he places the showerhead back in its spot and switches the water to come out of the bath spout.
He maneuvers you in his arms to sit down against him in the bath. Your back is pressed to his chest as the warm water begins to fill the bathtub. All that can be heard is the sound of rushing water and your quiet sobbing.
“Joel,” you cry, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I know. I know,” he murmurs.
He holds you like that as the water fills, your sobs are beginning to die down. Joel leans forward to shut the water off once the tub is full, then grabs a rag and some soap to clean your body.
Only now does it hit you that this is the first he’s seen you fully since giving birth to his child. You look so different now. You curl up, bringing your knees to your chest.
“Don’t hide from me,” he whispers as he pushes your knees back down. “I only wanna help you, sweetheart. Let me take care of you now.”
He scrubs your body gently, washing away the disaster of a morning you and Francis shared. He can sense your insecurity still. “So beautiful,” he breathes. He’s so delicate with his movements, washing you so tenderly. So full of love and care. “Always been so beautiful, mama.”
You relax into his touch, your head resting on his chest. He’s so warm. So comforting. He feels like home. He tilts your chin up so your eyes can meet his own, so deep and dark. His fingers trace your features, your chin and your lips and your nose. Your eyes well with tears again.
“I’m so sorry, Joel,”
“What for, honey?”
“Today. Francis,”
“Hey, now,” he says. “Wasn’t your fault.”
“It was, though,” You shake your head slightly, your bottom lip is wobbling. “I’m such a terrible mom, Joel. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
Joel’s eyes fill with tears, they begin to fall down his cheeks. “You’re not a terrible mom,” he hushes you with a broken voice. “Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that.”
Of course, he knows why you think that. He’s been a little overbearing with Francis, not giving you the opportunity to learn to parent the way he should have. “You’re new to this, honey. That’s all,”
You mumble something under your breath, Joel doesn’t hear. All he hears are your quiet whimpers and sniffles as you stare deep into his eyes. He’s never looked so raw before.
Some silence passes, and finally he speaks.
“Sarah was an early walker,” he begins.
Your brows furrow. Joel rarely talks about Sarah, even now.
“Once she began wobblin’ on those little legs of hers, I knew she’d be trouble. She’s the reason Tommy and I built a fence,” Joel recounted. “You know why?”
“Why?” you whispered.
“Well, she was an escape artist,” he says. “I’d be out there, doin’ yardwork or grillin’. She’d be in her sandbox, building little castles and whatnot. I thought she was, at least.” Joel pauses for a second, looking away wistfully.
Joel continues, smiling now. “Anyway. I’d look back to check on her, and poof. She’s gone. And I’d look across the street, and she’s makin’ friends with the Adlers. Workin’ her charm with them into givin’ her cookies and ice cream. She did it all the time,”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Constantly. She did it constantly,” Joel replies. “Girl was trouble. Nothin’ but trouble. So Tommy and I built that fence to keep her from escapin’. ‘Course, didn’t stop Mr. and Mrs. Adler from sneakin’ her treats before dinner.” Joel chuckled at the memory. You did too.
“She sounds so sweet, Joel,” you say.
“She was,” he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. He’s quiet again for a moment, remembering. “I was runnin’ her a bath one night. Right after she learned to walk, you know? And I’m focused on the water, makin’ sure it’s not too hot and not too cold. She’d kick up a fuss if the temperature wasn’t to her liking. Like, exactly. Had to be perfect.”
You smile. Joel is such a wonderful storyteller, you could listen to him talk all day long.
“Didn’t even notice her leave the bathroom. Thought she was right behind me. I just heard her tumble down the stairs, screamin’ and cryin’. Tommy grabbed her, drove us to the hospital,”
You nod quietly.
“So they run tests on her, of course. She’s charmin’ the nurse into giving her suckers and toys. She was fine, thank the lord. No bruises, no scratches. Just fine,”
“That sounds so scary, Joel,”
“It was. Terrifying. I cried like a baby the whole night thinkin’ I hurt my little girl,” he says. “But you know what the nurse told me?”
“What’s that?”
“She said that babies are rubber. They’re tough. Resilient. Our little boy is resilient too, you know,”
You look away from him, picking at your fingernails. The guilt is eating you again.
“You’re new to this, mama. Go easy on yourself, for christsake. You just had him two damn months ago,”
You barely reply, just kind of mumble. You don’t know how to respond.
“Hey, look at me,” he tilts your chin and to stare into your eyes. He’s deadly serious. “You’re strong. You’re brave. You’re doin’ fine, mama. Shit happens.”
You still can’t speak. His words help, but it was still a terrible day. Maybe one day you won’t hurt over it. He understands, not forcing you to say anything.
He just finishes washing your body, then dries you off and wraps you in a towel. He carries you into bed, promising you that he’ll get the town doctor over later to check on your foot. There’s a sandwich waiting for you on your bedside table. Ellie. Such a sweet girl.
Joel leaves you to clean the mess of your clothes in the bathroom and at the stairs, and you eat your sandwich. You feel so much better getting some food in your system.
After finishing your sandwich, you hear tapping at the door. “Can we come in? It’s me and Francis,” Ellie says.
“Yeah, El. Come in,”
Ellie tiptoes in with Francis, his hair is wild and curly. Just like Joel’s. His eyes are big and lost. Ellie looks fatigued. “He didn’t like the bath very much,” she says. “But I did give him a bottle.”
“I hope he didn’t give you too much trouble,” you reply. “He can be a little cranky. Thanks for feeding him, El. You’re so good with him.”
“Yeah, I can handle him. We’re best friends,” she says. You can see in her face that she’s exhausted, though. “Right, Frankie?”
You smile softly, holding out your arms. Ellie places him in your hold gently, being extra careful to support his head and neck. She can see the worry on your face. You still feel so unsure of holding him, being responsible for him.
“Guess what?”
You look up at her. “What?” You bounce Francis softly.
“I’m gonna teach him how to say fuck. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me,” she giggles, that signature smirk on her face. Her eyes are so playful and bright. “And I’m gonna teach him the other ones too. Bitch, ass, asshole, shit, dick, cun-”
“Don’t you dare corrupt my son, you little shit,” A deep voice interrupts. It’s Joel, standing at the doorway. “Don’t need two demented kids in this house. You’re more than enough.”
“Hey!” Ellie gasps, feigning offense. Ellie sits down on the bed as Joel walks towards her. “I’ll teach your kid whatever words I want, old man. And I’m not demented,” She punches him in the arm playfully. “You are.”
Joel just rolls his eyes, shaking his head.
You meet his gaze, smiling at him quietly. Francis is asleep in your arms, mumbling and cooing softly. He’s so sweet like this.
Joel takes Francis from your arms, places him in his crib. Joel looks at Ellie. “Out,” he says. “Mama needs to sleep.”
Ellie gets up to leave, not before giving you a hug. You wrap your arms tightly around the girl, she’s such a good big sister to your baby boy. She doesn’t often hug you, so it’s a welcome surprise.
Joel meets you on the bed, pulling you close to his body. You rest your head on his chest as he plays with your hair. “Get some sleep, honey,”
Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?