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No School

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by Anon- I've merged two requests together as I thought they fit well with this fic. I hope you all like it, feedback is always great.

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Summary: Chris starts to have a lot of stimming and when it gets worse, (Y/n) decides to keep him home from school. But it's not always easy with Chris and a newborn to look after.

Enjoy.

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A soft smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips and she quickly put her phone away when she noticed the school doors finally open and the kids started to flock out. Her eyes scanned through the sea of kids until they landed on the familiar flop of brown curls and the red rimmed glasses that stuck out in a crowd.

She opened her arms when Chris came speeding over to her and he almost took her down with his force that caught (Y/n) by surprise. Her arms coiled around him and she leaned down to kiss the top of his head, but he didn't let go for a moment or two.

"Did you miss me?" (Y/n) could feel her smile fading when Chris turned his head so his cheek was pressed into her stomach but his arms stayed bound around her waist so tightly (Y/n) felt like he was snapping her in two. She bit back a groan when he pressed his head a bit more into her stomach and she could feel him pushing down on the stitches that stretched out just below her belly button.

"Baby, everything alright?" She tangled her fingers in his curls and shook them gently, sighing in relief when he finally looked up at her.

"Yeah, home?"

"Let's go then," Apprehension flooded (Y/n)'s voice and she curled her right arm around Chris's shoulders. She kept him close to her side and reached her left arm out to push the pram that held Lottie sleeping peacefully. "Have you had a good day, what did you do?"

This wasn't like Chris. He always came out of class with a bubbling smile and he had to list off everything they had done and tell (Y/n) every aspect of the day. And then he would reel it all off again to Eddie when he came home from work. Chris was never silent when he came out of class and he was never uneasy like this.

"Read story in English, we going home?" Something was definitely wrong, he was desperate to get home. That only happened when he was nervous or upset about something and he wanted to go home so he could feel safe.

"We're going home baby," It seemed the best idea to stay quiet and have a silent walk home. He might be overstimulated and he was only going to keep asking for home if (Y/n) tried to divulge him in conversation. He needed to unwind and settle down.

She briefly let go of his shoulders to sling her bag over the pram handle but (Y/n) quickly held onto him again when he looked up at her and stopped walking. Waiting for her touch before he started to walk again. And (Y/n) didn't like what she saw when she looked down at her son, he was starting to stim.

His hands were occupied holding and moving his crutches and he was concentrating on walking which stopped his usual stims which happened mainly in his hands. But when she looked down at his face, he was having a lot of facial stims. His nose crinkled and his lips parted and pulled into a long frown before his jaw dropped like he was silently screaming. It used to upset (Y/n) when he stimmed like that as a child, it felt like he was angry with her or silently screaming at her but it was just his way of expressing his energy when the rest of his body was busy.

He kept clicking and moving his jaw and his neck shook a little from time to time, he was stimming a lot this afternoon.

(Y/n) patted his shoulder and squeezed him into her side, walking close beside him as they headed down the road.

It was routine that Eddie would drop Chris off at school in the truck on his way to work and then when (Y/n) picked him up, he would walk home. It tired him out and got him worked up ready for dinner and ready to unwind for bed. Eddie was doing a two-day shift at work and he had been there since yesterday afternoon so he couldn't drop Chris off this morning.

But Buck had gladly picked Chris up in his own truck and dropped him off to keep up his routine and spend some time with him. And they got donuts on the way as well which had made Chris very happy when he got to school.

"Stay close," (Y/n) squeezed his shoulder when they approached the main road and got ready to walk on the crossing.

She felt him nuzzle into her side and it made her smile as they stepped onto the crossing and started walking again. Another two blocks and they would be home and he might perk up and feel a lot better. Halfway over the crossing, some car started beeping. (Y/n) couldn't work out if someone was trying to bib their horn at them on the crossing or if it was friends driving past one another or one car having a go at another.

Whoever it was had made the wrong choice because the noise startled Chris out of his thoughts.

"No!" Chris let go of his crutches, letting them fall down to the floor as he pulled away from (Y/n) and slumped down to his knees in the middle of the road. He sank back on his heels which dug uncomfortably into his bum and he raised his hands up to cover his ears.

The facial tics got worse until his neck and head were violently shaking and he started to rock back and forth on his knees. He let out a small scream when (Y/n) moved, thinking she was about to walk away from him and he reached out and dug his nails into her hand to stop her from moving. He screamed again, louder this time until (Y/n) went down on her knees in front of him and he realised she wasn't moving away but was moving closer.

"Baby it's alright-" (Y/n) rolled her lips together when Chris scratched his nails on the back of her hand and pulled her palm to cover his ear. He went back to rocking and started to press his forehead against her arm every time he rocked forward towards her. His mouth opened and closed rapidly and his teeth clacked together when he clenched his jaw.

"Get off the road!"

(Y/n) snapped her head up, eyes overcome with anger that spread across her face as she tried to see which idiot shouted that at her.

As if she would just sit down in the middle of a busy road with her children if she didn't have to? What did they think she was doing, having some kind of silent protest with her son and a newborn in the pram? She wasn't down here by choice, Chris was frightened and he wouldn't walk if something startled him, he wanted to feel safe so he dropped down to his knees.

There was no way (Y/n) would apologise for this. Chris had nothing to be sorry about and neither did she, someone frightened him and he needed to feel safe. He wasn't doing anything wrong, even if he was disrupting the traffic it wasn't by choice.

"Do you need help?" A gentleman leaned out of his car window, worry lighting up his face as he looked over at them.

"It's okay, we'll move in a second."

"Not safe! Mummy, not safe!" Chris doubled over until his head was resting on (Y/n)'s thighs and he kept rocking forward, bashing his forehead into her legs.

"You're safe sweetheart I promise, mummy's here,"

With shaking hands, (Y/n) reached over Chris and started to dig through his bag as he continued to cover his ears despite the cars all stopping and no more horns blared out at them. She grabbed the dark blue noise-cancelling headphones out of his bag and gently tilted his head up towards her so he could see what she had in her hands. His eyes locked with hers for a few moments before he carefully lowered his hands and let (Y/n) put the headphones over his ears.

"Mummy's here, I've got you." (Y/n) moved his crutches until he got the hint and picked them up. She hooked her hands under his arms and slowly stood to her feet, pulling Chris with her despite the aching it caused in her lower stomach.

She wasn't supposed to be lifting anything heavier than Lottie, and Chris was certainly a lot heavier than his baby sister, but he needed (Y/n)'s help. Once he was on his feet and his head was burrowed into her side, (Y/n) wrapped her arm back around him and slowly walked across the road with Chris and the pram.

She nodded and raised a hand towards the man that had offered to help; he had at least been understanding and patient with her while she got Chris off the road.

"Let's get you home,"

At least it was only two more blocks until they reached home and no more busy main roads along the way.

When they reached home, (Y/n) moved Lottie into the kitchen and left her in her pram for the time being since she was napping. Her hand slipped down into Chris's once he dropped the crutches and she walked him into the living room. As soon as they were near the sofa, Chris didn't want to sit down which wasn't like him. He stayed stood up and started to sway back and forth, pulling (Y/n)'s hand along with him.

"Shall we have the tv on?" (Y/n) went to remove his headphones but he pulled out of her reach and blinked rapidly, he wanted them on.

She knelt down in front of him and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him into her chest. He brushed his nose against her neck and waited patiently while (Y/n) grabbed the remote and put The Land Before Time on the tv. He could still hear with the headphones on but they made all noises very subtle and quiet so he wouldn't get overwhelmed. And having a show on he loved and had seen before would calm him down, he didn't have to concentrate fully on the tv it could just be in the background for him.

"I'm going to go and start on dinner, are you okay?"

"Hm,"

(Y/n) didn't quite believe him but she kissed his temple and headed into the kitchen so he could settle and calm himself down.

Every now and then (Y/n) peeked back at the living room, just to make sure that he was alright and calming down but it was strange that he wasn't sitting down. He had been at school all day and had a tiring day but he was still up on his feet, moving about and burning energy. He usually sat and watched the tv or did some colouring but he was moving about.

When she heard a high-pitch scream, (Y/n) dropped the kitchen knife on the counter and ran to the doorway but stopped when she set her sights on her son.

He was only stimming.

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes but stayed in the doorway, watching Chris closely. He was stood in front of the sofa facing the tv. His right hand was waving frantically at his side like his wrist was broken, stimming very fast and violently. And his left hand was curled up into a fist so he could bite down on his thumb. His eyes were screwed shut, his head was tilted down and he was leaning forward so much he was almost head-butting the coffee table.

He stretched his left leg out behind him and kicked it out before he leaned back up, then started to sway back and forth, still shaking all over to stim. When he opened his eyes and looked at the tv, the exact moment one of the dinosaurs roared, Chris screamed loudly and stomped his foot down.

(Y/n) couldn't quite tell if he was stimming happily or if this was him getting anxious. His face was obscured by him biting his thumb, he seemed to be trying to smile but every time he screamed or made a squeal, his lips tensed and curved down and he rocked his head down.

Something had definitely unsettled him today.

***

"Are you going to eat something, baby?" (Y/n) leaned back in her chair and tilted Lottie a little higher up in her arm, keeping the bottle pressed to her lips but her eyes were focused on Chris.

He was sat at the table, rocking back and forth even though (Y/n) had turned off the radio because he wasn't eating. He had his usual breakfast, toasted waffles and a fruit pouch and glass of orange juice, just like he did every day during the week. The weekends were reserved for homemade pancakes. But he had taken one or two bites before he stopped and went back to stimming.

He didn't look happy.

"Can you tell me what's the matter?" She put down the empty bottle on the table and turned Lottie round so she was resting on her shoulder so she could wind her.

(Y/n) leaned forward and nudged her foot against Chris's leg, something that usually made him smile but today he wasn't having any of it.

"No school," He wouldn't keep eye contact with her as he spoke and he tilted his head down to look at the table as he pushed his plate away, clearly finished.

"Chris, can you tell me what's upsetting you baby? I can't help if you don't talk to me,"

"No school." His voice was more firmer this time and he leaned back in his seat before he bit his thumb and stretched out his other hand. He slammed his hand down on the table as he started to rock back and forth, bashing his shoulders back into the wooden chair. His hand continued to hit the table, not hard enough to hurt or become violent but enough to make a thumping noise that he clearly found sensory.

"Okay breakfast is over, leave the table please."

(Y/n) tried to keep Lottie perched high on her chest but she had to stoop forward a little to ease the pain in her stomach. Every time she stood up straight it felt like her stitches were taut and coming loose. Hunching over was the easiest way to walk even though she tried not to so she didn't look funny and could keep moving about the house and interacting with Chris.

She pulled Chris's chair away from the table and held it down so he couldn't tip it back in case he went a bit too far and had an accident. She didn't even get chance to tell him to go sit in the lounge before he stormed towards the front door.

"Chris-"

"No!"

He plonked himself down on the floor near the shoe box and grabbed his school shoes. For a second, (Y/n) thought he was going to put his shoes on and change his mind but he just started to bang his shoes on the floor and squeal unhappily.

"No school," (Y/n) muttered quietly to herself as she walked into the living room to settle Lottie down in her baby swing. The slow rocking movement settled the newborn instantly and saved (Y/n) walking up and down with her and lifting her up and down like she had done when Chris was a baby.

She could feel her stomach aching and tensing when she knelt down on the floor to settle Lottie in the grey fluffy swing. A quiet groan passed through (Y/n)'s lips and she grabbed the sofa, using it as leverage to get up again but her stomach was pulsing and aching.

Why did Eddie have to go back to work this week?

It wasn't as bad as when he was in the army, at least he was coming home to (Y/n) at the end of the day. She wasn't waking up in the middle of the night to have a conversation over Facetime with him, crying when the picture froze or started to go fuzzy and she couldn't see her husband. But that time she'd given birth naturally, not like with Lottie.

A C-section was easier in the moment but it was worse to recover from. (Y/n) could barely stand up straight, she couldn't bend down properly or lean over very far. They had Lottie sleeping in a little cot that joined onto the side of their bed so (Y/n) didn't have to lean far down to pick her up and settle her down in case it ruptured her stitches or tore her muscles. But she couldn't do any heavy lifting yet which was hard with Chris needing help. And when Eddie was at work, (Y/n) had to give herself injections to prevent blood clots in her legs and she felt sick every time she had to do it.

"No school!" Chris launched his shoe down the hall away from him and stomped his heels down on the floor while he banged his hands down. He only stopped when (Y/n) knelt down in front of him and held his hands up to her chest.

"If you're staying home with mummy, you'd best go put some pjs on and find a movie to watch because I feel like a sofa day."

"Stay home?"

"Yes, you can stay home baby so go take your uniform off,"

Chris took a deep breath, trying to process what she was telling him before he reached up for the wooden rail Eddie had drilled through the house so Chris could use them instead of his crutches. He pulled himself up and shuffled towards his room, the anxiety already melting away as he went to change.

(Y/n) grabbed the rail as well and hoisted herself up, bypassing the shoes she couldn't be bothered to put away yet.

She grabbed her phone from her pocket and clicked on the school's contact. If Chris was staying home today, (Y/n) wanted to know what they had done yesterday to upset him so much. He loved his routines and school was a routine, he saw his friends, got stimulated and was always busy. He loved being at school so for Chris to demand to stay home, it made (Y/n) certain something had gone wrong yesterday.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you and the kids?" Eddie grabbed a bagel from the packet and tossed it onto his plate before he moved towards the table where he had placed his morning coffee.

He felt more alive than he should have considering he had worked through from two in the afternoon until around midnight. He stole a few hours of sleep before getting a shower and livening back up for the morning shift he was doing today. Hopefully he would be home just before Chris came back from school if they had no dire emergencies to attend to today.

"Hi babe, uh, I just thought I'd let you know I'm keeping Chris home with me today."

"Oh, has he been sick?" Evan knew what Chris was like, he wouldn't usually tell them he was feeling sick, they would have to spot the signs and make the call to keep him home. Or he would actually be sick and then they would tell him he wasn't going to school, even though half the time he wanted to go to keep up routines.

"No, he's had a mini meltdown this morning and a lot of stimming yesterday. I rang the school, the sensory room was closed yesterday so he had to do English instead. And they told him Hydro wouldn't be on today either, as you can imagine he was not impressed."

Eddie took a bite of his bagel and slouched back in his seat, feeling sorry for his boy he wished he could be home with right now to cuddle.

When they moved Chris's schools, they had been impressed that his new school had a small sensory room that was perfect for Chris. It had a lot of different LED lights and lights on strings that he could play with. There were books, number blocks, a light up board that he could interact on. A small water-bed to sit on in the corner with cushions and teddies and a projector.

The room was over half the size of a normal bedroom making it more like a cupboard, but it was perfect for Chris because he could have one to one sensory time and he could be away from everyone else if he needed to unwind. It was his routine that every day for at least twenty minutes, he could spend some time in the sensory room.

And the school even had a small pool they used for hydrotherapy and they had groups of five kids that could go for swim lessons once a week.

These were part of Chris's routines now and when the school told (Y/n) Chris knew these routines were changing, it all clicked into place. This was why he had been unsettled when he came home and it was why he was adamant he wasn't going back today. If his routines would be swapped today he wasn't going, he couldn't handle change without advanced notice and alternate preparations being made.

"Fuck, is he alright now?"

"He's a lot calmer now, he's in pjs and he found us a movie to watch."

"I know what will cheer him up, pass him the phone a minute," Sitting forward in his chair, Eddie waved his free hand out at Buck and beckoned him over. "Buck, I got a special assignment for you. Talk to your nephew, he needs cheering up."

He handed the phone over to Buck whose brows narrowed in surprised intrigue but he grinned and took the phone and the moment he started to speak, Eddie knew Chris would be feeling better already.

***

"Ola baby," Eddie curved his fingers over (Y/n)'s hips and pulled her back into his chest so he could bury his face in her neck and attach his lips to her skin. He felt the shiver that rippled down her spine and he soaked it up, keeping her penned between his chest and the counter as she let go of the cup of tea she had been making.

Her hands moved to hold onto his arm while she leaned her head back on his shoulder and kissed the top of his head.

"Hi babe,"

"Hm, you look good in my stuff," He tugged at the shorts she was wearing which were very familiar to him. She was wearing his loungewear set; the black shorts and plain white top he normally wore for bed but Eddie had to admit they looked a lot better on his wife. The top was hanging off her left shoulder along with her bra strap that had slipped down and she had either pulled the shorts up high or they had shimmied themselves up because her thighs were on display.

"It's comfy," (Y/n) whispered as she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. All of Eddie's clothes were baggy on (Y/n) and that was exactly the kind of clothing she needed right now.

She almost groaned when he dug his fingertips into her flesh at the same moment he bit down on her neck. She felt his hands move until his arms were wrapped around her middle and he pulled her back again so her bum was pushed back on his groin.

But when his arms gave a loving squeeze around her middle, (Y/n) held a deep breath and tried to stiffle a groan.

"Are you okay?" Eddie tensed his arms and stayed put against her but he moved his head so he could kiss his way up her neck. His lips attached to her jaw and he nipped at her skin when she didn't answer him. He felt the little jump she gave against him and he knew all her movements, he needed to make sure he hadn't hurt her by mistake.

"I'm fine," (Y/n) pressed a finger beneath his chin and pushed his head up so they were level enough to kiss his lips properly. She could feel the resolve in him fading away and when his hands moved back to her hips and spun her around to face him, she felt a bit better. She didn't want to worry him when there was no need.

Her eyes fell closed again and she could feel herself melting into his touch, especially when his hands went round to grab her bum and his teeth pulled at her lower lip. But her fingers dug into his shoulders and she gasped against his mouth when he pulled her against him.

"What's wrong?" Eddie's voice was soft, his breathless words whispered against her lips that he was barely touching, barely parting. His hazy eyes locked on hers and he could see she was about to lie to him.

"Nothing-"

"It's not nothing, baby tell me. Are you hurt?" He moved one hand up to grab her chin between his thumb and index finger and when she leaned forward to kiss him, Eddie raised his head higher so she missed his lips.

"I'm okay,"

"I'll be the judge of that,"

She didn't know what he meant until she felt his hand leave her chin while his other hand stayed cupping her bum. He trailed his fingertips down her chest like he was about to tease her but when he ghosted his hand over her abdomen, his head ticked to the side and his smile dropped when she flinched.

He knew something was wrong and he hated when she didn't tell him things like this. If she was in pain he had to know so he could be careful around her and so he could look after her.

(Y/n) tilted her head back and closed her eyes, bracing her hands on the counter behind her when she felt her husband grab the hem of her- his- shirt and pull it up to see the problem. She could feel his fingertips hooking into the edge of the large square plaster she had taped to her abdomen and he was careful when he peeled it back to see the problem. It didn't hurt when he removed the plaster but (Y/n) shivered when she felt his sharp breath and the way his fingers dug tighter into her skin.

"Mi amor… when were you going to tell me you've pulled your stitches?" His voice was dark and gritty like gravel and it sent sparks shooting all the way down to (Y/n)'s feet.

He knew what effect he had on her when he called her that and spoke to her in that tone of voice. And she knew what it did to him when she tried to hide things from him.

Her eyes shot open when she felt Eddie moving away from her but the spark of fear in her chest died down when she looked at him. He moved his right hand to cup her hip and he stood close enough to her that she could lean forward and kiss his shoulder, trying to ease her way back into his good books. It made him tut at her as he stretched up behind her to grab the medical box in the cupboard.

"Well?" He swatted his hand down on her hip when she didn't answer him and the jolt made her squeak against his shirt she was smothering her face in.

"I wasn't,"

"(Y/n)-"

"It's only two and it didn't even bleed that much… I had to keep bending down with Chris when he was getting upset and this morning I stood up and it just, tore a little. It hurt before I pulled them, it's annoying, baby."

(Y/n) had two children to look after, she couldn't go around being careful and doing very little when Chris was upset and needed comfort or like yesterday in the middle of the road. And she had to lean down when she was moving Lottie or helping Chris up and making the beds and getting dressed. Little tasks were hard at the moment and she was leaving a lot of stuff for Eddie to do when he came home because she didn't want to rip her stitches. It wasn't fair.

All she did was bend down to change Lottie and when she straightened up, her stomach cramped and a tiny bit of blood soaked onto her top. She tried to do the stitch back up and and covered it up and for the rest of the day (Y/n) took it easy and her and Chris watched movies all morning and afternoon with Lottie in her swing.

Deep down, (Y/n) knew she couldn't keep it a secret from Eddie for very long but she didn't want to bother or worry him.

"You've just had a baby, I'm afraid it's gonna hurt mi amor but I need you to be careful. If this happens again, you call me and anything you can't do, don't worry about it just leave it for me. I'll tie you to the bed if I have to," He swatted her hip again before he crouched down to be level with her abdomen.

He set the medic box down by his side and rummaged through for an antiseptic wipe. He was relieved it was only three stitches, not two like (Y/n) thought, but it was much better than what it could have been like if she really overworked herself.

He kissed her stomach after he cleaned the wound and felt her tense and hiss against him before he tried to do the stitches back up. This was something Eddie had done a lot as a medic in the army, he could stitch someone up in the dead of night with minimal lighting and far less equipment.

(Y/n) watched her husband fondly and reached her hand down to tangle her fingers in his hair but when she gave a small tug, he growled and looked up at her sharply.

"You're a tease, stop distracting me,"

"Sorry," She wasn't really and he could hear the humour in her voice.

When he was done, Eddie kissed the corner of her stitches and put another large plaster over, just in case it was tender or started to bleed again. He rolled down her shirt and stood back up, feeling her arms loop around his neck as she stared up at him with a soft smile. He curled his arms around her waist, looser this time with a small pocket of air between their stomachs so he didn't lean on her stitches.

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, mi amor." Just as his hands cupped her bum and his lips barely brushed against hers, Eddie felt another pair of arms curving around them.

He felt Chris's arm around the back of his thighs and his other arm wrapped around (Y/n). He burrowed himself into their sides and tilted his head up to look up at his parents with a cheesy grin that had them both grinning from ear to ear. He started to giggle when Eddie leaned down and scooped him up in his right arm and sat him on his hip while his other arm stayed curved around his wife.

They certainly had been having a pyjama day since Chris was in his new Dino pjs and his dark blue dressing gown that matched the one they had bought Eddie for Father's day last year.

"Ola, were you missing out?"

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