Stephano POV
'What the hell is that noise?' I huffed and rolled over, attempting to go back to sleep. But the noise that was barely audible only a moment ago grew louder. I obviously wasn't getting any more sleep to I stopped that noise.
"Damnit," I swore softly. I blinked awake and sat up. I looked behind me to see if the noise had woken up Mr. Chair.
"Huh!?" Mr. Chair was gone! My sleep muddled brain assumed the worst. My fear of the bro getting Mr. Chair again had me more than awake in no time. Now that I was fully awake I recognized the sound of a baby crying. Angelique crying, to be thing had been so fussy lately.
She was finally cutting teeth and as a result her poor little jaw hurt. We had some pinkinsh-purple stuff to give her in a dropper to numb the pain, but sometimes it didn't work fast enough or started to wear off before she could have the next dose. I sighed and relaxed now that I know the bro hadn't abducted Chair.
I got out of bed and opened opened the connecting door. This castle was ridiculous at times you'd have five or six bedrooms connected or you'd have one randomly. As soon as the door opened the full force of little Angelique's crying hit me. Mr. Chair was wrocking her, letting her chew on a toy, while he massaged her jaw and gums with a warm wrag. Angelique had spit out the toy and was waving her little arms around in dicomfort.
"Aww, pauvre petit ange. C'est petit ok, plus de larmes," I soothed kissing my little girls cheek. Mr. Chair blushed.
"I was trying not to wake you."
"It's alright. Whe can she have her next dose?"
"In fifteen minutes. I've been up with her for about forty-five minutes."
I sighed and took her from him. Bending down slightly I kisssed his cheek.
"Go back to bed. I'll take her until she gets back to sleep."
"Ok, if you're sure."
"I'm sure."
Mr. Chair nodded and left the room. I plunked down into the rocker he had previously occupied. I started rocking and massagin her gums like Mr. Chair had done. She was a little less fussy, but fat tears still rolled down her cheeks and her face was red. For some reason my golden color intrigued her. Unfortunately for me that meant my hair would often find itself in her tight grip.
Just I expected her to do, she reached up and grabbed the end of my ponytail. She yanked on it a few times and giggled.
"Oui, papa est très drôle," I teased sarcastically. Angelique just giggled more.
Finally she realeased my hair only to grabmy hand. I let her hold my hand and shake it around laughing. She brought it up to her mouth and started sucking on my fingers. I couldn't help myself, I started laughing.
"I'm not teething ring. Though, I imagine I taste better than plastic." Angelique gave me a look that said, 'Do you mind, I'm teething here'. Again I laughed. Fifteen minutes were soon up and I gave little Angelique her medicine and rocked her again. I hummed a French lullaby, though I didn't sing it. Mr. Chair sang, I hummed. She drifted off to sleep quickly and I put her down in her bed.
I tucked her in and leaned in close to her ear.
"Bonne nuit, mon ange. Je t'aime," I whispered kissing her forehead.
I exited the room and closed the door, not tightly, but enough. I slipped back into bed with Mr. Chair, who was already asleep. Two beautiful angels to love and hold at night. What more could I want?
Translations:
pauvre petit ange. C'est petit ok, plus de larmes: poor angel. It's ok little one, no more tears.
Oui, papa est très drôle: Yes, pappa's very funny.
Bonne nuit, mon ange. Je t'aime: Goodnight, angel. I love you.