8 months later…
Waaaa waaaaa waaaaaa!
"It's your turn cat." I mutter while pulling my pillow over my head. Our beautiful baby was crying, again. No matter how cute she is with her full head of dark brown hair, and her big brown eyes I will never get used to waking up to her screams.
Cat shifts in bed to try and get a better look at me even though we're in the dark."It was my turn for nine months Jadey I think it's your turn." She states while repeatedly poking me on my arm. "Fine I'll get up, just stop poking holes in my arm." She giggles at this and stops prodding my now tender arm. She leans over and gives me a kiss. "Good luck Jade." She says before turning over and closing her eyes trying to recapture sleep.
Good luck is exactly what I'm going to need I think to myself as I groggily get off the bed. Ever sense little Elizabeth west-valentine was born she has been less than decent towards me. Every time I held her, she erupted into tears. When I fed her she always, and I do mean always, threw up on me. Yes, a baby throwing up after eating is something that occurs frequently, but my goodness the way she regurgitated her food was unnatural. It could only be described as a river that has been let free by an imperfection from the damn that kept it back. She even threw her toys at me, toys that I bought her. As I reached her nursery, her now amplified cries made the walls feel as if they were vibrating. She could cry for hours if you let her but then i would get even less sleep. She sure does have her mother's lungs, cat can also scream for hours. I would know I'm the one who causes her screams which are usually of pleasure.
Waaaa waaaaa waaaaaa!
"Shhh don't cry liz mommy's here to help." Speaking to her only made her wails louder. I pick her up and grab the already prepared bottle of milk and attempt to feed her. Cat always makes one for the baby before she goes to sleep and it stays warm until it's time to feed Liz. I try to feed her but she doesn't want the bottle. Maybe she has a dirty diaper I pick her up, bring her butt up to my face, and sniff.
Pfftttt! What the hell was that! I know she did not just fart in my face! Gross, now I smell it. She did fart in my face and it smells like rotten milk.
"Jade did she fart in your face?" I hear a giggling cat say from the door way. "She did! Can you believe her! Why does she hate me so much?" Feeling defeated, I put her back in her crib and sit in the wooden rocker next to it and bury my face in my hands. I feel tears stingy my eyes but before a salty drop could fall from my face cat was on my lap, arms firmly around my neck.
"How could you think something like that!" she's crying now "Elizabeth loves you so much! She just shows her love differently, she gets that from you Jade. Don't you ever say something like that again!" She sniffles and I wipe the tears off her face with my thumbs. "you're right she does love me, she came from you so she has to love me." she smiles at me. "I'm sorry I made you cry cat, forgive me ?" I ask my voice full of hope.
"I don't know. Do I get a prize?" now I'm confused. "A prize for what?" she looks at me as if i didn't know the answer to two plus two. " For forgiving you silly!"
"Oh, so you want a prize? I have the perfect one for you." I say with a devious smirk. I pick her up, wrap her legs around my waist, and start my trek to our bedroom. "Wait!" she yells. "what about Liz?" I step back enough to get a good look at her. She's fast asleep her breathing calm and rhythmic. " she went back to sleep." I whisper back to Cat. "I guess she was crying because she had gas." Cat says in between laughter. "oh you're going to get it now Kit-Cat."
"Scary, what is the big bad jade going to do?"
I bite her ear and she shivers a bit. I pull back and whisper in her ear "make you scream." And with that I lead her to our bedroom.