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Simspiration 1/5/2011

I went way over the limit with this prompt, so I'm posting it here. It is slighly spoilery for something I have planned in the next chapter or two, FYI

Wednesday Key Word: Nightmare

Lizzie had been walking the floor for nearly three quarters of an hour. Her arms were getting tired from the constant rocking and patting motions they had been repeating.

“Shh, Taddy, please,” she cooed to the baby in her arms.

The infant would not oblige, and wailed louder, if that was at all possible.

Lizzie sat down in the rocking chair in the nursery, hoping that maybe this time the motion would lull her son into slumber. The beat of the rockers on the floor matched the ticking of the clock in the hallway, they rythym causing her eyelids to droop. Thaddeus, on the other hand, was having none of it. His cries continued.

“I don’t understand, little one. You just ate, and I burped you. You have a clean nappy, and we played for quite a while. What am I doing wrong? What do you need?”

Thaddeus’ only response was his continued cries.

Lizzie got up, and began walking again. At least, when Jason got home, she would be able to rest for a few moments. Jason seemed to have the touch that soothed the baby, and he would gladly give his wife a reprieve when he returned from work.

Over the baby’s cries, she heard the telephone ring. Sighing, knowing that Lucy the maid was gone, she putting her screaming son down in his crib. On her way out of the nursery, she shut the door. Taddy would be all right for a few moments, and she needed to hear whoever was on the other end of the line.



“Jason? Is something wrong?”

“Not at all, sweetie. But I’ve got some news – great news in fact. They want me to guest star in a production down in New Sim City for the rest of the month. Lizzie, I hate to drop this on you, but I’m leaving on the next train.”

“Leaving? You’re not coming home to pack?”

“No. I need to make the first show tonight, and if I come home I won’t be able to do that.”

Lizzie’s eyes filled up with tears. This opportunity was something that Jason would never get again, but she couldn’t help but feel selfish and want her husband to come home straight away and deal with their fussy son.

Drawing a steady breath, she spoke. “I’ll pack some of your things and ship them to your hotel. That way you don’t need to buy too much.”

“Thank you, Lizzie. That means the world to me. I’ll call every day, I promise, and I’ll send home my pay so you can pay the household bills.”

“Thank you. Safe trip,” she said, trying to sound cheerful.

“Kiss Taddy for me. I love you both.”

“And we love you. Good-bye.”

Lizzie hung up the phone, and slid to the floor. There would be no relief for her tonight. Or any night for the next two, nearly three weeks. If only her mother was willing to help out. But the idea of Jan helping her daughter out with the baby was almost laughable. And while she and Jason were comfortable, there wasn’t enough money to justify a full time nanny. Besides, Lizzie felt that hiring help to deal with her children was something that Jan would do, and Lizzie was not her mother. She sighed, wishing that her Grandmamma Carolina was still around. If only she could talk to her for five minutes.

Thaddeus’ screams broke her thoughts. She rose, and went back into the nursery. Picking her son up, she grabbed the burping rag, put it over her shoulder, and began to pat her son on the back.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, little man,” she said.

Thaddeus did not like what his mother told him, and really began to scream. Unable to take the shrill noise in her ear, Lizzie returned the baby to his crib, sat down in the rocking chair, and began to wail in harmony with him.

Lizzie sat up with a start and a gasp.

“Lizzie? Lizzie, sweetheart? What’s wrong?” muttered the sleepy man beside her.

“Oh, Jason, it was horrible,” she sobbed.

“Bad dream?” he asked as he rose to put his arm around his wife.

She nodded, unable to speak for a moment. Jason pulled her close, gently rubbing her arm. He knew that she would speak when she was able. After a few moments, she wiped her eyes and turned to him.

“Taddy wouldn’t stop crying, and you were going to New Sim City for work for so long and…”

“Shh, Lizzie. You know I would never leave you alone with Taddy when I know how difficult he can be.”

“But it was such a great opportunity for you…”

“Lizzie, you and Taddy and your happiness are far more important to me.”

“You would make that sacrifice for me?”

“It’s not really a sacrifice, sweetheart. This is not the house you grew up in. To some men, family is more important than power, prestige and position.”

“I love you.”

Jason kissed Lizzie gently. “As I love you. Now, you need your rest. Let’s go back to sleep.”


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 6th, 2011 12:13 am (UTC)
Awwwww. Yay for Jason being so sweet, though!
Jan. 6th, 2011 06:02 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Jan. 6th, 2011 02:15 am (UTC)
I really love the imagery you painted here and I can almost identify with Lizzie's frustration. But the best part was that it *was* only a nightmare :)
Jan. 6th, 2011 06:03 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I really tried hard to make it that way. I'm glad for her that it was just a bad dream.
Jan. 7th, 2011 12:29 am (UTC)
Aww, poor Lizzie! Good thing that she has a better life than the one she dreamed about.
Jan. 7th, 2011 12:23 pm (UTC)
I know! I'm glad for her sake that it was just a nightmare, and that she's got support when Taddy's being difficult.
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