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Chapter 4

August 9, 2011

Nobel was growing into such a sweet baby boy. Ash would rush home after work every night to read to his son before bed. Nobel would sit up in his crib just waiting for his daddy to get home. Sugar would look deep into his dark eyes that were just like his daddy’s and beg him to go to sleep, but he insisted on staying up. “Duddy wead meh stowwy-boo!” And she just couldn’t resist that little face.

Nobel also found a passion of his. He really enjoyed his music. He was quite the bright little boy. He picked up on talking, walking, and potty training very quickly.

Sugar wasn’t feeling well again, she found herself running to the bathroom every few minutes. She had an idea why she felt so under the weather, but she wanted to save her enthusiasm for Ash, she knew that he wanted a big family so she would wait until he got home to tell him the big news over a fancy dinner.

A few weeks had passed and Sugar was just starting to show. She rubbed her bump with a grin on her face that wouldn’t go away for anything. Although she did miss her husband. His job had him working late hours and she feared she wasn’t getting to spend enough time with him. The days were only longer when she couldn’t see the love of her life.

She decided to take Nobel for a brisk stroll around the block to ease her anxiety. She needed some fresh air to calm her nerves.

Nobel was such a happy baby. He never wailed if he didn’t get his way. As long as he had plenty of toys, a full tummy, and a clean diaper he was perfectly content on his own.

As her due date approached, Sugar grew more and more anxious about the birth. She wanted another baby more than anything, but she also deeply wanted to get out of the house. She couldn’t bring herself to leave her children alone with a babysitter, but she wanted her own career to help her life have meaning other than just mother.

Sugar wanted Ash to know how much she still loved him and appreciated what he did for their little family, so she bought him a new guitar since his old one was becoming a bit worn. He loved the gift, but felt bad that he couldn’t get her anything in return as she told him she didn’t want anything. So he started to think up a plan.

Sugar went into labor one morning after breakfast. She was cleaning up the dishes when she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She called Ash over and he calmly drove her to the hospital after calling a babysitter for Nobel.

They emerged from the hospital several hours later with another baby boy tightly swaddled in his blanket, cradled closely by his mother. Mercury Skies brought their tiny family to four.

Whenever they arrived home they found a strange doll on the doorstep. Pinned to it was a note which read: Heard about your new arrival, wanted to get you something special. –A friend. The unsuspecting parents figured one of their neighbors had dropped off the doll, but saw no reason to throw it out. It was a nice gift, so they put it in Mercury’s crib while he slept. He seemed to take a liking to the doll. He would stare up at it’s glowing orb atop it’s head for hours before finally falling asleep, as if entranced by it. Something was definitely amiss…

Nobel waddled over to his mummy wanting attention and Sugar, not one to say no to such a face, happily obliged, pushing the creepy doll out of her mind for the time being.

Ash spent some quality bonding time with his first born whenever he had a day off. He taught the little boy all he knew about Monday Night Football.

“Now, Nobel, who is the best quarterback in the league?”

“Dat’s TimTam Teabow, Duddy!”

“That’s correct, son!”

One morning, not long after Mercury was born the family was watching Saturday morning cartoons together when Ash finally told Sugar how he would repay her for his guitar.

“Honey, I told you that I don’t want anything.”

“Now, now, hear me out, Sug. I know I’m not around much during the day and I absolutely hate that. I want to be there for the boys when they are growing up. Sug, I gave my boss my two weeks notice yesterday.”

“You what?! But Ash, you love your music!! And your job is everything to you!”

“No, Sugar, YOU are everything to me. I don’t need that old job to enjoy my music. You want to start a career, but you’re unhappy because you don’t want to leave the kids to be raised by a babysitter– so I will stay home with the boys and you will go and fulfill your dreams.”

“Oh, Ash. That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I love you! Thank you!”

The next few weeks flew by, Sugar wanted to wait until the boy’s birthdays to jump into the job market. They had a private party once again, as neither of them really wanted to deal with a mob of people.

Nobel grew quite handsome. He only wanted a chess set for his birthday, which he of course got.

Mercury’s birthday was not long after. Ash snuggled the boy one last time, then handed him off to his mother to take to the cake.

Another very handsome little boy in the Skies family.

Much to his parent’s awe, he immediately grabbed his doll and started singing to her. He couldn’t talk yet, but he pressed his ear up to the glowing orb on the doll’s head and softly sang. They could only make out one word that wasn’t gibberish though: Peaches.

Ash and Nobel spend their mornings playing chess together, bonding over their mutual love of logic and sports.

Sugar tries her best to make Mercury a normal baby. “Say, mommy! Maw-mee.”


The frantic mother thought her son was hungry, so she found some mashed peaches in the cupboard and gave them to the tyke, though to her surprise, he still didn’t stop thinking about his doll. “Pee-chess hungy!” 

When she put Mercury to bed that night, she lay awake while he sat in his crib and talked in his little baby language to the glowing orb on his doll’s head. Something is not right here…

2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 9, 2011 5:44 pm

    Aww!The babys are so cute!:)

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