Title: The Fit
Character/s: Arthur, Morgana, Ygraine
Summary: Arthur becomes jealous of baby Morgana.
Word Count: 647
Prompt: #606 Time Out
Author's Notes: This is based on a real experience in my life, only my second born is a boy and my son dropped him twice in 3 days.
Two-year-old Arthur stared at the squirming bundle in his mother’s arms. Mommy had called this little bundle “Morgana” and had made him sit and hold the “baby girl.” Arthur didn’t like the little creature that Daddy and Mommy said was his little sister. Whatever this tiny thing was, he didn’t want her around.
He noticed that his parents spent more and more time with the Morgana and less with him. A mean feeling started in his chest and spread up to his brain—they didn’t like him anymore. They didn’t want him anymore. He wished the Morgana would go back to where she’d come from and leave Uther and Ygraine to him. He knew just how to make them smile. This baby thing usually made them frown or run about agitatedly. And she sometimes smelled bad.
The mean feeling grew into a mean idea. He waited until Ygraine was distracted and the baby was laying on the couch. Arthur then picked up the Morgana- he was a big boy -and held her upside down. When Ygraine re-entered the room, he declared, “Look at me!”
Ygraine’s eyes went wide with surprise. She somehow managed to not scream at the proud little boy and knelt close to him. “Arthur, give Morgana to me.”
“No. I can hold baby.”
“Yes you can, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you. Please give me Morgana now.”
“No!” And with a defiant look, he dropped Morgana on her head.
Ygraine couldn’t hold in her shriek this time. Morgana started screaming the same instant. Ygraine immediately reached for her and checked her for signs she was hurt. Finding nothing, she picked up Morgana and soothed her while holding her close. “Arthur,” she said softly.
“No. Baby bad. Make her go away.”
“Arthur! That is enough. You are getting a time out until I can figure out what to do with you!” She grabbed Arthur’s wrist and gently pulled him upstairs. She stopped when she reached his and Morgana’s room then knelt down in front of him again. “Arthur, I love you. I don’t understand why you did that to Morgana, but we’ll figure it out together. Stay here until I or your father come for you.” With that, she stood and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
The sound of the door closing sounded rather final to Arthur. Ygraine said she loved him, but she obviously loved the baby more. Morgana got to be with her right now and Arthur was shut tight in their room. His little temper flared and he searched for an outlet. His eyes landed on the box of toys and he stomped over to it.
He pulled the box over until it spilled. Then he began tossing toys here and there around the room. He started screaming and stomping on the floor at the same time. He pulled Morgana’s things off her changing table and threw those too. Finally he climbed onto his bed. His parents told him he should never jump on his bed, but now it seemed like a good idea to try. So he jumped for a good long time. Finally he thought of one last act of defiance—he pulled the mattress as far off the box spring as he could and leaned up against it.
He realized he was now tired and closed his eyes to rest for a little bit. It being late in the evening, he promptly fell asleep.
Downstairs, Ygraine marveled at the quiet. She laid Morgana down on a blanket on the floor and crept upstairs as quietly as she could. She wasn’t too surprised to find Arthur asleep against the pulled-down mattress. She smiled at her jealous toddler and pulled his blanket from the mess. After smoothing the hair back from his flushed face she spread the blanket over him and tip-toed out of the room.