Bruce's pov
I woke up to the sound of Dickie crying in his crib. I rubbed my eyes and look at the clock saying its 3 in the morning. I walked to the crib and pick him up. I rocked him gently in my arms, trying to rock him to sleep. When that didn't work, I changed him and got the same result. I hummed to him softy and that only made it worse. I made a bottle for him and he only cried over it. I moved him so his head was in my neck and bounce him lightly. After about 3 seconds he stopped crying. I felt drool on my bare shoulder but I didn't care. I placed him in his crib and the second his back hits the bed he screamed again. I groan in frustration and placed him back in my shoulder. After about 5 seconds I moved so he is cradled in my arms. He looked at me with wide blue eyes and giggled at me.
"Hi baby boy. Why won't you sleep for daddy?" I whispered while I stroked his hair.
He coed at my touch and grabbed my thumb. I let him play with my thumb. He placed it in his mouth and sucked on it. I felt his gummy gums around my thumb. I smiled at his action and moved my thumb. He looked around the room for it. I couldn't resist kissing his soft baby lips. I bent my head down and placed a small kiss on his lips. I moved back and gave him back my thumb. He placed the tip of it on his lips and chewed on my nail. It tickled a bit. I walked to my bed and placed him down. He didn't make a sound around my thumb. He suckled on it till he fell asleep and let it go. I moved it out of his mouth and listened to his soft breathing. I wrapped my arms around him gently and fell asleep with my little bird next to me.