#sofiatag

With Arabella in his arms he tried to lock the door, keep her quite and not wake Sofia. All in one go. / {“How dare you! First you keep Bella all to yourself! Then you insult my designs!”} Evelyn shouted and banged on the door. She hoped her noise would wake her slumbering sister, who in turn would assist her. She soon gave up on her banging and moved to the doorknob.

Obviously by now Trent was aware that it got stuck, but what he might not know is that if you pushed in the handle and pulled back quickly while turning it, the lock would come undone. Sofia told her this trick ages ago when she left the town alone for the first time.

Evelyn waited until there was silence in her sister’s room before she took advantage of the trick and flung the door open. / Trent went to put her in the crib when the door swung open. He tried not to scream when his future sister in law stood in the doorway. “Its Arabella! And get out of our room you fashion trash!”

He kept her to his chest, needing Sofia now more than ever. He stumbled to the bed and shook her. “Fiaa! Help!” / Sofia groaned as she was shaken awake. “Trent? What is it?” She squinted and turned her head towards the figure at the door then to her child. Arabella was absolutely covered in fruit and random patches of cloth.

"Again?" She sighed and sat up. She rubbed her eyes and watched as Evelyn started to yell at her fiancé. / “She’s going to attract fruit flies Sofia! Fruit flies! She is trying to kill your child!” He pulled of a piece of kiwi from his daughters head. “Its not even that fresh!” He pushed he fruit toward Sofia to show her, (if a little too close) the quality of the fruit.

"Its too cold for her to be even in this little clothing, let alone cloth!" he swept off as much as he could. definitely in need of a bath after this. / “Trent if you DO get that kiwi out of my face I swear I’ll GIVE YOU A KISS ON THE CHEEK AND TAKE YOU OUT TO DINNER.” Sofia sighed. Evelyn always made annoying designs and made the entire family try them on.

She reached out her arms, asking for her fruit covered child. Somebody had to end their stupid fighting. / Trent dropped the kiwi onto the floor and passed his fruit baby to her mother. he dusted off an orange from her head. “This is why you cant be left alone with her. What if she caught a cold?!” He glared at Evelyn from the other side of the room

"Dont give our baby to her! Think of the smell!" The fruit really wasnt that fresh and he worried about how she would smell in just a few hours. / “STAY IN.” Sofia glared. “NEITHER of you. Now.” She pointed to the door with her free hand. She was going to make the two talk it out, and she wasn’t going to allow her baby to be caught in the cross fire.

Evelyn’s face was taken over by shock. {“B-but Fia!”} she stuttered “LATER.” Sofia repeated. Evelyn trudged out of the room and down the stairs. She just wanted Arabella to try her new designs. / Trent looked in shock as she dismissed him. “Sofia she’s the one in the wrong!” That obviously didnt matter as he was soon chasing after Evelyn. “That was your fault!” He huffed. His baby was better than rotten fruit / {“Is not!”} Evelyn spun on her heels to face Trent. {“If you would have just let me dress Bella up then neither of us would be in trouble!”} She pouted.

{“Its your job as a father to dress her up and have her try new things! So why must I be the only one doing it!”} She continued to argue, knowing very well that it’d do nothing in either of their favors. / “Then put her in bows! Frills! Not rotting fruit!” Everything that fruit could breed came into his head. Think of the mould. He put his hands on his hips as he fought in the name of his child. “Dress her up in fruit when she can decide to be dressed up in fruit, not as a tiny baby!” She wasnt even a month old yet apparently rags were warm enough? Foolish! / {“You’re the one who dresses her up in boring blankets and junk!”} Evelyn shouted defensively. She found her designs to be of the highest quality, not trash like Trent did.

{“You’re the one who let-“} She quickly stopped herself. Anything that came out of her mouth at this point would be all the blame and pent up anger she’d stored since she decided to stop hitting Trent. {“You know what? Never-freaking-mind.”} / “No, no no no no no! Tell me! Im really interested in what you have to say Evelyn!” He frowned. Considering that it was his and Sofias child, he hardly felt that her input was so important. “It dosent matter how she looks! She cant decide what to wear so until then she will wear anything that keeps her warm!”

The blankets weren’t even so bad, they were bright colours. Pinks, purples and all sorts, they did the job and Arabella liked that they were warm so there was little to no issue on their side. / Evelyn bit the inside of her cheek to keep quiet. She wanted so badly to unleash all the feelings she’d kept to herself but that may hurt Sofia and Arabella.

{“Trent just shut up.”} She hissed. She started heading towards the front door and into town, from there she planned to go to the forest. Trent hated the dungeons, making them the best place to escape to. / “No! Im not going anywhere so I want to know why you hate me so much!? Yeah I messed up but there are so many things I could have done to deserve this but I haven’t!” He ran in front of her.

"You have to deal with me for the rest of your life so you damn well should start rather than avoiding me!" / Evelyn fisted her hands as she stopped. {“Fine you want to know why I hate you? You’ve wronged my sister!”} She shouted as she clenched her jaw.

{“You took my sister’s innocence! Before she met you she never EVER thought of stuff like that! Then immediately got her pregnant! Then after the baby was born she almost died! If you had any sense at all you would have checked for things like that! You’re always in your head worrying about the things that could go wrong so you never notice the things that are going wrong!”} She shouted, letting her anger flow out like a river. / Trent was hardly surprised at the outburst, he was still offended though. He had messed up with the birth, he was still trying to get past that, and trying to get Sofia to agree to go to the city for the next one.

"I messed up a lot but if it weren’t for me Arabella wouldn’t even exist! I pretty sure that makes up for what I did! There both alive and safe! I messed up so much but for goddess sake I’m trying to make up for it! I’m here, I’m helping that should be enough for you!" / {“Bella is one of the best things to happen to this family, but I still can’t forgive you for the fact that you stole away Sofia’s life and almost lost it in a second.”} Evelyn said in a surprisingly calm manner.

{“Now go make sure she enjoys the life she has.”} Evelyn smiled and slinked past Trent into the forest. / Trent practically growled in annoyance as he stormed off to find Sofia, she would be in bed obviously. Or he hoped, he wouldnt be too happy or else.

"Did you get all that fruit off of her?" He tried not to look frustrated as he strolled into the room they shared and slumped onto the bed. / “NO. But she still smells like a smoothie.” Sofia laughed as she made room for Trent. “When can I ENTER the bed?” She asked. She decided to ignore the previous fruit related issue and move to whats been bothering her the past few days. / He placed his palm on her forehead. “Have you been dizzy when you get up? Any light headed fits?” He sat down next to the pair of them. Taking the smoothie child into his hands.

"I think you can tomorrow, but your still restricted to the house for the rest of the week! No funny business!" Trent was rather surprised when he held Arabella. "She does smell like a smoothie!" / “YES and YES!” Sofia smiled. She’d gotten dizzy once upon standing but thats likely because she shot out of bed instead of taking her time.

She squeaked and wrapped her arms around Trent’s neck. “When have I ever tried any HUMORLESS business?” She faked an innocent pout, already planning her escape. / He chuckled as her arms swung around him. “You never stop trying to pull the wool over my eyes!” He held Arabella in place to stop her from being squished.

"Besides I’m busy tomorrow so you have to stay to look after her! Unless you want a fruit baby again!" He was lying, he wasnt as stupid as she assumed he was. But she wasnt stupid either. / “I have A CLEAR idea of what you mean!” Sofia laughed. She reached down and poked her baby’s tiny nose.

She raised a sceptical eyebrow. “What will you be doing?” She asked. If he was going to leave his baby and his stubborn fianceé alone, it must be important. / “ah Herb picking! I need to make some medicine, I’m running low!” Yes, a good excuse. He just hoped that she would believe him. “Since Bellas so young I worry that she might get sick, and you can still become ill even this far after labour!”

Thinking about it, he actually did need to get herbs. / Sofia sighed. He could simply buy some from Majorie but those weren’t as fresh. His excuse was trustable but barely so. “Trent, I went into labor days ago. How could I still get HEALTHY?” She pouted. She understood that Arabella’s immune system wasn’t nearly as strong as her’s or or her father’s but she didn’t understand how she herself could get sick. / “Because the body is dumb and you have like a scab in your womb that hasn’t healed yet.” His explanation was really gross but it got the point across well enough.

"You’ll be okay on your own with her wont you?" He smiled and ran a hand through her hair. / Sofia stuck out her tongue and rubbed her stomach in disgust. Considering how much she bled a scab like thing wasn’t surprising. “You’re WRONG, the body ISN’T stupid.”

"NO I WON’T." She smiled. Some time alone with her child was never a bad thing, especially when she could move around the house. / “Good! Just dont let her run you ragged, ask someone for help if you need it!” He leant to kiss her on the fore head. “Just wait til she gets into the terrible two’s!” He laughed.

Bella began to whine about something, probably about being ignored. / “WITH your constant shouting, she’ll probably sleep BARELY ANY of tomorrow.” Sofia smirked. By the time Bella was two, her mom would be more than ready to chase her around.

She looked down and smiled at Arabella’s tiny face as she whined. “Need something?” She knew the baby wouldn’t respond, but one day she would. / Trent let his speech about how offended he was take second priority. Arabella needed something first. He pulled off her little blue hat to find her tempreture. She wasnt too hot so that wasnt it.

"If its a nappy change its mummies turn!" He grinned at Sofia. / “Oh I’m sorry, according to you I’m ALLOWED out of bed today. And you always complain about changing nappies in bed!” Sofia winked and settled back.

Nappies were never really her thing. She could handle spit up and all the other stuff but she drew the line at nappies. / “Wow look at that you have a clean bill of health!” His sarcasm was apparent as he pushed Arabella in her hands. He wasn’t even sure if she needed changing but he wasn’t going to take the chance.

He found the fact that Sofia wanted to be a mother yet couldn’t stand changing her own daughter to be rather silly. Not that it was a pleasant job for anyone. / Sofia turned her head away from Arabella and faked a cough. “I… I CAN’T see it… I’m staring into the DARKNESS.” She joked dramatically. She allowed her arms to go limp at her sides and stuck her tongue out. Her preformance was middle school level at best, though it was meant to be cheesy. / “A two your old could do a better performance… Now take the child!” He lent her against her mothers chest, hoping that she would give up the act and take the baby.

Arabella wasnt too happy about her parents squabbling and her moping turned into whining. Trent quickly let go of her when he was sure she was supported by her mother. “Last one holding the baby looks after her!” / “Oh come on!” Sofia complained. She didn’t dislike caring for her child one bit, she just hated changing nappies. “I’m caring for her alone YESTERDAY the MOST you could do is change this one.” She lowered her tone, trying to calm Arabella. / He groaned and took Arabella from her, quieting her quickly like he always did. At least he could make Sofia jealous with that though. She was a daddies girl after all. “You owe me for this!” He slipped off the bed to go and start the undesired deed. / Sofia snuggled back. “You owe me way LESS than I owe you!” She smiled. It was thanks to her that Arabella existed and was healthy after all. Sure Trent helped but if she’d done anything wrong they wouldn’t be such a happy family.

She shivered in anticipation, she’d be allowed out of bed the following day. Yes, Trent said to stay inside but she’d bundle Arabella up as much as seemed safe and pace on the front porch. / “Oh do I?” Once he was done he swaddled Bella and sat next to were Sofia lay. “Last time I checked its me always doing the work!” He had fetched and carried since she had given birth. That also included late night feeds and changes. “I’ve worked my tail off since babe was born!” / “Last time I checked, I did the heavy lifting for nine months AFTER she was born.” Sofia raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to argue.

"Anyway, this is payback for her HATING you LESS." She smirked. It hurt a bit to admit it, but Arabella liked him more. At this point Trent’s explanation of the fact that they ‘played’ together seemed pretty accurate. / “Don’t be silly. She will love us both when she’s older! Right now she doesn’t even realise that were two different people! Shes happy with whoever puts a bottle in her mouth!” He smiled and played with the end of Sofias dress. She didn’t bother to stay out of pjs since she was bed bound. He felt bad, it was obvious that Sofia looked genuinely hurt by her favouritism. / Sofia giggled and stared down at her baby. “Okay but if her LAST words are ‘papa’ you can say HELLO to your hair.” She said in a joking manner. She didn’t care what Arabella’s first words were, they could be ‘carrot’ and they’d still find it the cutest thing physically possible. / “No one touches the hair Sofia!” His hair was one of the most important things to try and maintain. He only screamed a little bit when Arabella had some how managed to get vomit in it.

"I might dye it again… Just to annoy you!" He once had the same colour in his hair as Sofia. He knew she had seen his teenage photos and although they were embarrassing she knew he was capable of doing so. / Sofia’s face went blank for a moment. She reached up and tugged on a lock of his hair, just to test him.

"Well if you did that, you’d be AN OUTSIDER around here." In Norad haircolors that would be considered abnormal in other places were a common sight. Most of the de Sainte-Coquille family across the kingdom had strange hair colors. / “Oi!” He winced as his hair was tugged at. He made sure that the baby was safe in his lap. “Right that’s it!” He roughly dragged her into a kiss. His free hand at the back of her head.

He pulled away with a smirk on his face. “And thats what YOU get!” / Sofia sat back in shock before planning her impending revenge. She carefully pulled Arabella’s tiny cap over her eyes before wrapping her arms around Trent’s neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. She bit his lip a little bit before pulling away to add to her victory. She then moved to fix her daughter’s hat, smiling when her eyes opened. / Trent grinned as he felt Sofias lips leave his. “Your terrible!” Arabella complained about her lack of vision and gurgled in confusion as it came back.

"Look what you’ve done to poor Bella!" He spoke playfully as he tried to calm her down. "Oh I know mummies terrible!" / Sofia rolled her eyes before focusing all her attention on the baby. She smiled and made faces. “Can we go INSIDE for just a few minutes YESTERDAY? Bella HAS seen the outdoors before.” She pleaded. The outside world was huge to her growing up and she wanted her daughter to see it as soon as possible. / Trent gave her a disapproving look. “Porch only!” Although he felt bad for confining both it was only Sofia that was really suffering. Arabella didn’t even know she was a thing!

"In a few weeks we can take her out somewhere?" He hated to really go anywhere since you could so easily be attacked by monsters but Sofia could fight then. He was sure she would find the killing more enjoyable than what ever else they did. / Sofia bounced a bit in the bed. “Thank you!” She shouted even though she could’ve walked outside any time Trent was gone for even a moment but she decided against it. The idea of a second baby momentarily became not so exciting when she remembered she’d be trapped inside again.

She thought about how much Arabella would love the world when she finally understood what the heck was going on around her. “When do babies usually STOP crawling and all that stuff?” She asked. / Trent chuckled at her reaction. “Err I’m not so sure but I know that its closer to the age of one. Some babies don’t even crawl and go straight into walking!” He adjusted Arabellas hat as he spoke.