A/N: I bring a new chapter of this story! I know it seems like I may have forgotten it, but I've actually just been really into other things haha. Enjoy!

Loving Lincoln

Chapter 6: Lucy

Being a big brother was a hard job. It wasn't something that just anyone could do. Lincoln Loud was one of the many people who was assigned to this job, and he took it with stride.

At only seven years old, he knew mostly everything. He loved to play with his two year old twin sisters, and he knew how to solve any argument they may have.

"Dat's mine!", Lola would yell as she took Lana's cookie.

"But you 'ready had yours, dats mine!", Lana would yell as she tried to grab it.

The two would get into a scuffle, which involves lots of hair pulling and screaming.

"Hey you two!", Lincoln yelled as he came into the room. "What is it this time?"

Lana ran to him, with tears and snot running down her face. "Lola took my cookie!"

Lincoln leaned down to give her a hug. "Hey, it's okay," he tried to soothe her. He looked at Lola. "Now why did you take her cookie, Lola?"

"Because I ate 'ready, and I wanted 'nother one," she said.

He went over to her, and knelt down a bit. "That's not nice, Lola," he said. "Mom told you about this before."

Lola looked down at the ground. "I don't want to be mean…"

"Then don't do mean things," Lincoln said, putting a finger under her chin. "You can be a sweet girl, you just have to learn to be nice."

Lola looked at him. "I wanna be sweet."

"Then go say sorry to your sister"

Lola walked over to Lana, and handed her the cookie. "I sorry, Lana."

Lana grabbed it from her hands, and hugged her. "It okay, Lola."

Lincoln smiled as he watched the sweet scene between his little sisters. He slipped out of the room, and began to head down the stairs.

As he entered the living room, he was startled by the sounds of little cries.

He had became a big brother again, just a couple months ago, when his baby sister Lisa was born.

She was different than his other sisters from what he remembered. She didn't cry much, but when she did, he knew it was serious.

She was laying in her swing, crying as it swung side to side, trying to soothe her. Lincoln walked over to her.

By now, Lincoln knew a lot about babies. He loved to watch his mommy and daddy make bottles, and change diapers.

He got down on his knees so that he was level with the swing.

"Aw, what's wrong, Lisa?", he said softly.

The first thing he thought was that maybe she didn't like the swing. He reached up and turned it off.

His ears rang as the sound of her squealing reached them.

"Hmm let's see," he said, putting a finger on his chin.

He grabbed a bottle off of the table, and tried to put it in her mouth. She turned away.

"You don't want any milk?"

He reached under her green blanket, and felt her bottom.

"Your diaper is clean too," he said. "What could it be?"

He remembered what his mom told him once.

Sometimes babies just cry, and we don't know why. The only thing you can do is hold them.

He reached into the swing, and began to pick her up.

He remembered his parents telling him to always be gentle with babies, and to hold their head.

He picked her up, and cradled her in his arms. He watched her little chest vibrate as she continued to cry, and her little face was flush.

He began to rock her. "Shh it's okay," he said softly. "Your big brother is here."

He rocked her for a few minutes, until her cries became softer.

"See, I knew you were okay," he said.

He watched her eyelids flutter as she began to fall asleep.

"Aww look at that," Lynn Sr. said as he came into the room. "You're a natural, son."

Lincoln smiled as he looked from his baby sister to his dad. "The babies always like me, I don't know why."

Lynn Sr. knelt down next to him. "It's because you're a good big brother," he said, kissing Lincoln's head. "I'll take her now, if you let me."

"Good night, Lisa," he whispered, giving her a kiss on the forehead. He handed her over, slowly as to not wake her up.

He got up, and began to head upstairs.

Yeah, he knew his little sisters very well. He felt like he could do anything with them.

Well, except for one.

He stopped at the top of the stairs, and looked at the room directly across the hall.

The door was cracked slightly. He stepped closer, and took a peek inside.

His four year old sister, Lucy was sitting on her bed. The lights were off, and the room was illuminated by a bit of sunlight peeking through the dark curtains.

Lincoln lifted a brow.

He loved being a big brother, but Lucy made his job difficult. He just didn't understand her. He tried his best to spend time with her, but it never worked. She was just too…weird.

He remembered how excited he was to meet her, too.

The day finally came. Lincoln had spent the last few months preparing for it.

He was going to be a big brother.

He thought about all of the things he could do with the baby. Leni had told him how babies were soft and cute, and how she loved to cuddle them. Luna and Luan had told him how babies were fun to play with.

He was excited.

His dad came and picked him up, along with his sisters. He brought them all to the hospital, where they saw their mother. She was laying in a bed, with a little pink bundle in her arms.

"Hi kids," she said, softly. "Do you wanna meet your new little sister?"

The kids went up to the bed.

"Hi baby," Leni whispered.

"Lincoln gets to see her first," their dad told them.

Lincoln climbed up on a chair that was close to the bed, and his dad placed the baby in his arms.

"Look Lincoln, this is Lucy," Lynn Sr. said as he placed her in Lincoln's arms.

Lincoln giggled happily as he looked at the baby in his arms.

"Hi Lucy, I'm Lincoln," he said happily.

Lucy had her eyes open, and was staring at him.

He tried to talk to her a bit, but she just kept staring.

He started to whimper. "I don't like her," he said, his lips trembling. "She's scary."

His sisters watched as Lincoln began to cry, and Lynn Sr. took Lucy from his arms.

Lori went over to Lincoln and picked him up.

"Aw, Linky, are you scared of the baby?", she asked him.

He nodded, and hid his head in her chest.

His family frowned, as this was the opposite of how they thought he would react.

Lincoln frowned as he thought back to that day. He wanted to love Lucy, and even though he wasn't scared of her anymore, he still had trouble being around her.

He thought that maybe today would be the day when he tries to get to know her better. Every little bit helps.

He slowly stepped into the room. "Lucy? Are you there?", he whispered.

She just sat there, staring at the wall.

He walked over to her bed. "Lucy?"

She finally turned around to look at him.

"Oh…hi Linky," she said softly.

He blinked. He had never really heard her say his name before.

"Are you okay?", he asked.

She shrugged.

Lincoln knew in his heart that it was big brother time.

He climbed up on the bed, and sat next to her. "Do you wanna talk about it?", he asked.

She looked at him, her little eyes shining through her short, black bangs. "Am I weird?"

Lincoln thought for a moment. He wasn't expecting that, and he didn't know what to say. His honest answer would be "Yes, you are weird", but he knew that that wasn't what she needed to hear.

What she needed right now, was her big brother.

He took his arm and put it around her. "Why do you ask that?"

"The kids at school, they won't play with me," she said, with a sad tone in her voice.

Lincoln frowned. She had recently started preschool, and was excited to meet new kids. "How come?"

She shrugged. "I try to talk to them, and they run away," she said. "Am I scary?"

Lincoln's heart felt as if it broke in half. He hated seeing her like this. He knew that even though he didn't understand her, that she didn't deserve to be treated like this.

"You're not weird, Lucy," he said, reassuringly.

"I'm not?"

He shook his head. "Everyone is different," he told her, wrapping his arms around her. "You're special, and I think…the other kids just don't understand."

"Really?"

"Yeah, one day, you'll have lots of friends, and they'll understand how special you are"

She looked up at him. "Are you my friend?"

He hugged her tighter. "Of course," he whispered, laying his head on top of hers.

She wrapped her arms around him. "I love you, Linky," she said softly as she snuggled into his chest.

"I love you too, Lucy."

And that, was when Lincoln realized:

He really did understand his sisters.