|_William_

"So...we've never really raised babies before."

I stood beside Arthur as we were in a baby class. We weren't on that trip anymore...and Colette's witch self is gone. That trip was horrible, absolutely atrocious and I appreciated zero of it.

Now that it's just him and me together...things are much better.

"We got your twins when they were four, so we basically didn't raise babies. We know...nothing." I sigh sadly, glancing at Arthur as he put a diaper on the doll perfectly. "How'd you do that?"

"It not hard. I just guess how, you can do it too." He assures me kindly, but I wasn't having it.

"You're just so perfect at everything you do! I am the one having these kids and I can't even change a diaper." I groan in annoyance, watching Arthur walk closer beside me. His arms rubbed against mine and he grabbed my hands, resting them on certain flaps of the diaper.

He looks at me now, nodding.

"Just make sure you have these all the time. It's what closes the diaper entirely, what keeps it together." He lets me know kindly. I bite my lip at him because I loved his assistance.

"Your English is good right now." I murmur to him, and he steps back from me with the largest smile.

"I quite confident in my abilities. You...you make me shy... Now I so weird." He pouts as he lifts up the baby doll. "Say this baby mine. I hold him so closely, he feel all my love - oui!"

I smile at him, nodding in agreement.

"I couldn't deny that for one second. Just be careful you don't suffocate them, hmm?" I tease him and he automatically gasps.

"I never!" He set the doll on the table really harshly, causing me to gasp. "I...I never do that to babies."

"I know, I'm just teasing." I chuckle when he caressed the dolls head. "We may not have raised babies...ever before, but I think we'll do great."

"Oui, I agree. Isabella and Ava be big help, they love babies." Arthur grins at such a thing, only to gasp when his phone goes off.

I watch him show me his phone, revealing my mom calling him. What was she calling him for?

"Hello?" Arthur answers, and I stand here in wait to what she called for. "We at baby class since we never be around babies. This practice."

Now I just went back to working on the doll diapers. I tried taking Arthur's advice...about the flaps.

"William's cousin has kids we can practice with? Can we watch them?" He asks excitedly only for his eyes to widen. "Yes! We be there soon! If they not that young it okay, we still practice. Thank you!"

I watch him hang up and look at me. He grins at me and I raise my eyebrow in wait.

"We can babysit, have practice."

"Oh yeah?" I smile at him, pushing the baby doll aside as he nods. "Let's do it then. She said they're not that young right, even better."

This will be easy.

____thirty minutes later____

Him and I stood in the house awkwardly, staring down at one of my cousin's two children. I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly as one of them was a toddler, and the other was a few months old.

When I look at Arthur he seemed to be at a loss for words...as was I. My mom told him that they weren't that young, but I guess...more practice.

"This is...messed up, is that just me that thinks that or what?" I shake my head as I go towards the baby, Arielle, picking her up. I look down at her and wondered why there was this odd disconnect.

I don't think...I've ever truly held a baby before. When I look at Arthur he was crouched before the toddler, Blythe. He seemed to be trying to get comfortable with him by trying to look nonthreatening, not that he even does. If I was a child and he crouched before me like that I'd fall in love with him.

"I think it good she lie. This actual practice. Though a shock 'cause we not come with the mind of the set that we would do this." He grips his chin, soon smiling at Blythe who started to rub his hands over the top of his head.

"I never see hair like this." He gasps, causing Arthur to smile as he lowered his head more. "You kinda bald, but not!"

"I know. It's called a buzzcut." Arthur informs him confidently, nodding and his English was good. I assume because of the situation. It was so weird...the way it switched like that. "Do you like it?"

Blythe pout a little bit, looking a little worried on answering such a question. He looked at a little longer, then nods vigorously.

Arthur just smiles at this child's lies, and then the child I'm holding starts to wake up. I rock her a little bit more, but that seemed to startle her when I did that. Because her eyes flew open and she looked at me crazily.

"Oh my gosh...Arthur she looks like she's about to lose her mind..." I whimper, and he stands up. Before he could get to me she was already letting out a ripple of a cry.

My ears felt like they were about to bleed from the shrillness. I wanted to cover them, but couldn't while holding her. I just kept rocking her, but that only seemed to make her even angrier.

What the hell am I doing wrong!

"William you can't rock her that dramatically, do it more softly." Arthur insists, coming closer towards me as he grips my arms. He starts to move them for me and helped me rock her. His eyes were set on her kindly as she looked at him, and her stupid crying eased.

It annoyed me how she went quiet seeing him. He was moving my arms when it came to rocking her, but I might as well not be! She had her eyes on him and if this is how a baby is with me just from seeing me...how will my own babies be?

Will they only be obsessed with him?

"William you're doing good-."

"Shut up." I snap at him, and he frowns. I yank back from him once she was dozing off. I lay her back on her baby pillow that was set on the couch. When I look at him he was carrying Blythe.

I see him smiling at whatever Blythe was spouting, only to set him down in his high chair. When he went to the kitchen I head towards Blythe now. Once I stood before him he looked at me happily.

Finally, a child happy to be in my presence!

"So, how old are you exactly?" I ask him, and he shows me three of his fingers. "That's nice. I remember when I was three. You know time flies."

"Time flies!" He gasps, only for me to shake my head. I saw the confusion cross his eyebrows and I snort. "What...what does time do?"

"It's just a figure of speech, time doesn't actually fly. Imagine, you just see numbers fly across the sky as time changes. You see the seconds, the minutes, even hear the ticking repetitively... That would be insane, huh?" I look at him, but he looked startled.

I think I said too much. I don't...think he understood what I just said.

"Think of this Blythe," Arthur walks beside me as he sets a plate of chicken nuggets before him and mashed potatoes," You know how birds fly?"

Blythe immediately nods in understanding, causing Arthur to grin.

"So think of the time. How you know your numbers, imagine them flying across the room like a bird. Would that not be so silly?" He chuckles when Blythe nods ecstatically, giggling at him.

I found myself glaring at Arthur. Is that not what I just said? This was so annoying! That child knew what I was talking about - how was that hard to understand?

Arthur looks at me in confusion as if he didn't know why I was upset.

"William-?"

"You know...what the problem is, don't play dumb." I hiss at him quietly, and he still looked confused. "Do I really need to explain it to you, are you actually dumb?"

"O~kay, I'm not doing this with you William. You're just upset." He shook his head as he walks away to Arielle. I sneer when he picks her up and starts to take her to a bottle of milk. What the hell is this! His perfection...is nauseating!

I honestly wanted to throw up.

"Are you pregnant?"

I look, seeing Blythe pointing a chicken nugget at my belly. I nod as I just sit in a chair beside him, looking up at him.

"Here, have one of my chicken. They really good!" He insists, and I just take it. I eat it even though I wasn't really hungry, just annoyed with Arthur. "My mommy was always hungry when I eat."

"You saw my bump, huh?" I ask him, and he nods. "I thought it was more concealed."

"Con...?" Blythe frowns at the word I used.

"Sorry. I was certain it was more hidden, that I hid it well."

"Why?"

I just look at him, shrugging as I lean back in the chair. There was this jealousy that always arose from me when I saw Arthur do things. Every person...adult, teenager, child, or baby...love him! Everything he does is perfect too and he looks perfect!

Why did I get so unlucky?

"Arthur." I call his name, and he looks at me while feeding Arielle. "I got so unlucky with you."

I see him flinch, the bottle slipping from his hand and from Arielle's lips. It crashes to the ground and she starts whimpering, but he stood there looking at me in shock.

"William...why would you say that-?"

"I got so unlucky because you're so perfect at everything you do. I'm lucky in the fact that I'm with you, but I'm unlucky because there's someone who's better than me at everything. It makes me feel and look like a fool." I tell him honestly, and he bends down to pick up the bottle.

He washes the part the babies mouth goes on, giving it back to her. I see him look at me as if I was being dumb.

"You confused me at first...that you were saying you were unlucky in being with me. My heart broke for a second there." He sighs sadly, chuckling. "Shouldn't you be happy? I can help the babies more easily and you don't have to worry about me messing up. Instead of...being jealous of me, think about it in a better light than how you are thinking of it. Don't be that way, it's silly-."

"I don't want to just depend on you though! They're my babies too!" I cry, and his eyes become crestfallen.

I look at Blythe, seeing him dozing off in his high chair. All his food was gone despite the fact that his mouth was a little dirty. I go to him and wipe it clean, glancing at Arthur as he had his eyes trained on me.

"Listen to this...just be positive about it. I know they are your kids too - of course. I just want you...to not be that way. It hurts my feelings...you being that way to me. You shouldn't be that way - we both can do this together." He explains calmly, sighing as he leaned against the counter. "I don't know why...we have to have these issues occasionally...it's so silly."

I look away from him and lower my head a bit. My eyes close tightly, shaking my head.

"I already know...I'm not a good husband-."

"Oh stop already." He scoffs at me, shaking his head at me. "You're just overthinking."

"I...I'm really not." I look at him fully and he just sighs. "I feel insignificant compared to you."

Arthur closes his eyes as he just shakes his head at me. I can't do anything right at this point. All I can do is make him upset and then it starts a whole argument. I can't ever do it right when it comes to him. Ever since I met him...I have been nothing but a nuisance for him.

I am not a good person...

I am not a nice person...

I shouldn't be blessed like this and knowing that fact makes me sick.

"William you are everything compared to me." Arthur says softly, and I look at him. "I'm not just saying that to make you feel better...I am serious-."

"Arthur," I stood up from the chair, looking at him intensely, "Please...divorce me."

He didn't even react. I watch him look away from me and he just smiles.

"Is that what you want?" He questions me, going to the baby pillow, laying Arielle down. When he looks down at me I stare up at him with nerves.

Why was he asking me...? He should be denying what I just said...

"Y...yes."

Arthur glared at me and that startled me immediately. I see his eyes become watery out of nowhere...startling me once again. When he starts to cry I was at a loss for words. He shook his head at me and I don't say anything.

"William why do you keep doing this? What do I need to do for you to realize that you are perfect to me? What do I need to do for you to not be envious of me, upset by me...what? Nothing I do is right...it just makes you so upset when I make a mistake, when I'm supposedly too perfect, when I do something supposedly better than you... I don't know what I need to do anymore." Arthur groans sadly, tears streaming down his face. "Then you beg me to divorce you when we came here for each other...to be ready for our twins. Why would I divorce you when we're about...William!"

I see him wipe his tears away and they just kept falling. Now I felt worse...

"You deserve-."

"If you say I deserve better...don't even bother. I am just tired of this. I never did this to you-."

"Because you're perfect. You are better than me and you are just...better. I'd be happy if you divorced me because I know I let you experience...someone better. Am I...wrong for saying such a thing?" I question him only for him to look at me plainly. "A-Am I?"

"William it is absolutely impossible for me to be with anyone else, but you. What don't you get about that?" He trembles in saying that and he looks away. "I don't think you will get that right now because of your inferiority complex against me... So, I'll just leave."

I watch him walk away from me right then. Only to stop and he looks over his shoulder at me.

"And when I say leave...I'm just sitting in the living room." He informs me calmly only to walk away continually. I became sad...but at the same time happy. He didn't...listen, not that I expected him to.

It's the hormones and the back-of-my-mind thoughts resurfacing. With those two together it doesn't bring out a good side of me.

I take Blythe out of his high chair, carrying him to his room. Once I lay him down and have him covered, I leave. When I go back to where Arthur was he was laying on the couch by himself.

His eyes were closed, but they opened instantly when I was behind the couch.

"You still feel way from before, or you better?" He asks me with broken-English, making me smile.

"I'm better, I guess. I'm sorry about how I went about that. I'm just a mess-."

Arthur reaches over and grabs my arms. He pulls me over the couch and I lay atop of him, hoping I didn't hurt him

"You not mess...I try to lower...perfect-."

"No...don't. I'm sorry about being upset over such a thing. I'm blessed for you Arthur, I love you and I'm sorry I ever even asked you to divorce me. I was just...feeling inadequate and I don't want you to think I'm useless..." I confess to him, only for his arms to wrap around my hips. He hugs me close to him as he presses a kiss to my lips.

"I never...ever think you useless William. Mon amour, remember, you always be perfect to me. I will protect, help, and love. I know I be a lot...but I am this way for you, you know." He murmurs to me as he cradles my face. "I not be this way...if you not come to mind. When you come to mind, I just want to do right to impress you...to look cool for you. Am I cool for you William?"

"Oui, you're too cool." I lay my head on his chest. "You're my everything, and I know I can be a lot. It's in and out."

Arthur continues to just hug me despite my stupid question earlier. I would never want him to divorce me.

He knows how crazy I am right now...crazy multiples because of this pregnancy.

Thank goodness I found someone who can handle my crazy...because I know I couldn't.

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William...you're too much. 💀🥴

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