Post by Kevin Lempke on Jul 18, 2010 13:18:54 GMT -8
Feeding didn’t help, neither did changing, white noise, singing, talking, rocking, none of it worked. Usually one of those things worked. In two weeks, Angel had figured out the cries and had discovered different methods to quiet him faster. But today, Connor wasn’t having any of it. He set him down; cry. He picked him up again; cry. He held the little bundle in his arms, very gently bouncing him in a soft rocking motion. He kept talking gently to him, trying to hush him, but to no avail. So, he paced. He took him from the room and down the stairs, aware that if anyone was down there he’d probably disturb them but after two weeks they were all pretty accustomed to the baby. When he reached the lobby, however, he found it empty. He looked around before pacing around the large expanse of room, figuring that the movement might settle him. “Come on, Connor,” he coaxed, in time to hear the phone ring. He looked around again, hoping someone might come and answer, but instead paced over to the counter and grabbed the receiver half-distracted. “Hello—“ He could barely hear the person on the other end through the breaking up and Connor’s loud crying. “—What?” Cry. “I can’t he—Did you say Gro—“ He juggled the phone between his ear and his shoulder, the baby laying against his shoulder, held securely with the other arm. “Shh…” He pleaded, “Not you... Just hang—hello? He—Damn it.” He slipped the phone off his shoulder and quickly hung it back up.
If that person was really in trouble, he supposed he wasn’t going to be hearing them call back. He didn’t worry about it for long. He switched the baby’s position again, holding him across his arms instead, looking down at the little guy, before crossing to the bassinette that stayed in the lobby. With the baby in one arm, he reached down and grabbed a bear out of it and tried to wave it in front of him in hopes of some distraction. But nothing, he didn’t care about the teddy right then, it seemed. “Look, teddy’s not crying.” He tried that one before, but it didn’t work. Connor was crying. That was what mattered. The vampire walked his son to the pouf in the centre of the lobby and plopped down against it, leaning back. “But I’m gonna be crying too, if you keep going,” he muttered gently, breathing out a sigh. It was how babies were, he knew. Angel had adapted quickly to taking care of and protecting him. It was instant, and while he had settled some from those first few days where he would barely let anyone touch him, he still spent his every waking second thinking about him. He was beautiful. In all his life, he’d never loved anything as much or as immediately as he did the baby in his arms. He’d loved him from the second they figured out he was a boy—a human boy. He had never known anything like it. And Angel had loved before, he cared deeply about every one of his friends (and they all helped immensely when it came to the kid he cradled now), but nothing ever hit this layer. There were people he would die for, but Connor topped the list. He would die over and over again, visit Hell for the rest of eternity just to make sure he was safe. He was the one good thing he ever had, that him and Darla ever made. It was a miracle.
And right now, a wailing miracle. He sighed, dropping the bear to his lap so he could focus on the baby completely. “What do you want?” He whispered, rocking him yet again. This could go on forever. He wasn’t even positive what time it was. His sleep cycle revolved around the mission and the baby, all of which didn’t come on any sort of time table. It was late afternoon, he judged. Connor had actually slept through most of the early morning hours, which was nice, considering that Angel was able to catch up on sleep at the same time. He didn’t need a lot of sleep to function, far less than a human did, although he did like sleeping. Right now he wasn’t tired, not in the least bit. He just wanted to find a way to stop the baby from screaming.
If that person was really in trouble, he supposed he wasn’t going to be hearing them call back. He didn’t worry about it for long. He switched the baby’s position again, holding him across his arms instead, looking down at the little guy, before crossing to the bassinette that stayed in the lobby. With the baby in one arm, he reached down and grabbed a bear out of it and tried to wave it in front of him in hopes of some distraction. But nothing, he didn’t care about the teddy right then, it seemed. “Look, teddy’s not crying.” He tried that one before, but it didn’t work. Connor was crying. That was what mattered. The vampire walked his son to the pouf in the centre of the lobby and plopped down against it, leaning back. “But I’m gonna be crying too, if you keep going,” he muttered gently, breathing out a sigh. It was how babies were, he knew. Angel had adapted quickly to taking care of and protecting him. It was instant, and while he had settled some from those first few days where he would barely let anyone touch him, he still spent his every waking second thinking about him. He was beautiful. In all his life, he’d never loved anything as much or as immediately as he did the baby in his arms. He’d loved him from the second they figured out he was a boy—a human boy. He had never known anything like it. And Angel had loved before, he cared deeply about every one of his friends (and they all helped immensely when it came to the kid he cradled now), but nothing ever hit this layer. There were people he would die for, but Connor topped the list. He would die over and over again, visit Hell for the rest of eternity just to make sure he was safe. He was the one good thing he ever had, that him and Darla ever made. It was a miracle.
And right now, a wailing miracle. He sighed, dropping the bear to his lap so he could focus on the baby completely. “What do you want?” He whispered, rocking him yet again. This could go on forever. He wasn’t even positive what time it was. His sleep cycle revolved around the mission and the baby, all of which didn’t come on any sort of time table. It was late afternoon, he judged. Connor had actually slept through most of the early morning hours, which was nice, considering that Angel was able to catch up on sleep at the same time. He didn’t need a lot of sleep to function, far less than a human did, although he did like sleeping. Right now he wasn’t tired, not in the least bit. He just wanted to find a way to stop the baby from screaming.
