Her whole life Cynthia Primrose Moore felt unloved and misunderstood. She felt like she was missing something. That was until she met Michael a boy whose soul was like hers, their meeting changed their lives but was it for the better? What did life...
A/N: So SMUT and we find out what Madelyn knows!!!
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The next day rolled along. Michael had let Cynthia sleep as long as possible, but Pandora needed to be fed, and he knew while he could give her a bottle, Cynthia would need to nurse. He also knew how much his wife looked forward to nursing their daughter. It was a bonding experience, and he knew she'd beat herself up if she missed a feeding.
Michael placed Pandora on the bed, allowing her to crawl over to her mother, who was fast asleep on Michael's side of the bed. He smiles at her beauty as he leans down and kisses her forehead. "Love, you need to wake up." He says softly, watching as Pandora sits on her knees and flattens her little hand, patting Cynthia's face.
"Mama," the infant says, making Michael chuckle, "Cyn, wake up," she groans, moving her face and furrowing her brows at Pandora's patting. "Mama," Pandora calls again; Cynthia gives a sleepy smile as she finally opens her eyes, looking at her daughter.
"Good morning, Moonflower." She says, picking up her tiny hand and kissing her palm. "Good morning, Cara Mia." Michael says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Good morning, Mon Cher."
"I wanted to let you sleep, but Pandora needs to be nursed." He tells her. Cynthia nods, sitting up, "did she eat her solid?" She asked; Pandora would get something like peaches or bananas in the morning before being nursed. "She did," he responds, reaching over to grab Cynthia's pillow for Pandora. She mutters thanks as she undoes the shirt with a groan, "I already started leaking." She says with an eye roll noticing the shirt was starting to get wet from breastmilk. Pandora starts to whine, just wanting to nurse already.
"I'll get you a clean one." He says, getting up and heading for the closet. Cynthia shucks off the shirt and lifts Pandora, and situates her so she can finally nurse. "There you go," Cynthia coos. Michael comes back one of his teeshirts in hand as he sits again at the edge of the bed. "For after you feed, our princess." He smiles, laying it on his night table. Cynthia yawns, nodding her head, "I'm sorry love. I wanted to let you sleep longer."
"Don't apologize." She says, "You had no choice,"
"Technically, I could've given her a bottle."
"Yeah, then I would've leaked way more and been upset that I didn't nurse her." Michael nods, "I know," he sighs. "Come sit with us." Cynthia says,
"I am," he responds a matter of factly, "no, I mean come to my side of the bed. Sit your ass down and wrap your arm around me, then kiss me." She practically orders, making him chuckle. "Yes, ma'am." He states, walking over to Cynthia's side taking his shoes off before climbing in.
He sits close to her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as he looks down. "Better?" He asked, "No, you didn't kiss me." She says; he rolls his eyes and leans down as she leans up, placing a kiss on her lips. "Now, it's better." She says as they pull away, "how are you?" She asked.
"I'm holding up," he answers; she nods, resting her head on his shoulder. "How are you?" He reciprocates her question, "Tired," she replies, "I know that. But how are you holding up?"
"I'm fine," she shrugs, looking at Pandora. "Cyn..." he says carefully, "I'm fine Michael." She says again; he only nods, not wanting to argue.
Michael sat with Cynthia and his daughter the whole time she nursed. They had meaningless conversations until Cynthia was finished nursing Pandora. When she was finished with Pandora, Michael took her to burp her while his wife changed into the clean shirt he brought out. He watches as his wife yawns pulling the shirt down.
"You should go back to sleep." He states softly, "I can stay up," Cynthia responds. "I know you can. But I'm saying you should go back to sleep. You were up pretty late." He tells her, she thought for a moment. She was hesitant about going back to sleep; she just wanted to talk to Madelyn and didn't want to leave Michael to take care of Pandora just because she didn't get enough sleep.
But ultimately...after some convincing from her husband, she decided to go back to sleep. Which he was relieved. He just wanted her to rest. She deserved it after the week she had with Ryan and taking care of the sanctuary while he was away. So for the next hour, Michael sat in the living room with Edward and Kayla.
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"It hasn't been a full 24 hours yet," Michael said. Edward had just expressed that he was concerned about Cynthia because of how she seemed last night; he and Kayla both knew it wasn't normal and were just worried about their friend and wanted to know if Michael felt the same.
"I know that. But you know it isn't normal for her to be that way," Edward says, "yeah, we just want to know if you're worried too," Kayla adds.
Michael nods, sitting back against his armchair. They were sitting in the living room while Pandora played with her toys on the floor. "I am worried, I know my wife and I know that this isn't normally how she is." He tells them, "I just want to give her time. I don't want to push her, she doesn't like it."
"Understandable," Edward says, "But this time, you may need to. She went through something traumatic and killed her best friend." He adds, "Edward, I appreciate the advice and the concern you're expressing about my wife. But please let me handle this my way for now."
Edward nods, "of course," he responds, "just be careful, this is a bit different from anything I've seen her go through..."
"Edward!" Kayla bites out, "just butt out. He said he wants to take care of it his way." This is how she managed her pain; she took it out on others. She didn't try. It just happened, and then she'd feel bad.
"It's okay, I understand what he's trying to do." Michael assures her; she only nods, going back to her silent state she wasn't handling the Dorian situation the best.
"How are you guys since last night?" Michael asked, glancing at his daughter, who pulling herself up at the coffee table. Edward shakes his head, "I don't even know, heartbroken, angry, confused." He answers,
Michael nods; he understood that all too well, "I get it. If there is anything you need from Cyn, and I let us know."
Kayla stands up with a sharp inhale, "Kay..." Edward says, "I just need a moment." She said and headed up the stairs; Edward looked at Michael, "thank you, letting us stay here is enough." He assures him, "then stay as long as you need," Michael didn't really care how long they stayed; he knew they couldn't go back to their place. It was really Dorian's, and they all moved in together. And he understood if right now they didn't want to get their own room right away.
