Adalind awoke to Noah's crying. It started out quiet and steadily grew louder the longer it took her to get out of bed. Lumbering over to his crib, she picked him up and grimaced as his demand for breakfast reached new heights.
Quickly, she changed his diaper and then carried him downstairs to the kitchen. One major disadvantage to sleeping on the second floor... the bottles were that much further away and Noah had no sense of space or time yet. All he knew was that he was hungry and somebody had better fix it NOW. Adalind snickered at the thought as she prepared his bottle.
"You're in for a rude awakening when you find out life never gets any better, Kiddo." She teased and then checked the bottle's temperature, walking into the living room.
He had gained over 1 lb since he was born and was an inch taller already. He'd be four weeks old tomorrow. Maybe we'll celebrate by mommy eating a cupcake. She chuckled to herself.
Holding the bottle up for him, she settled in on the couch to rest her back while she waited for her turn to eat. If I had my powers, I'd be brewing a cup of coffee and cooking eggs from here. She sighed. What a waste of a cure.
Noah pulled back just long enough to burp and make a face before opening his mouth expectantly. Adalind gave him back the bottle and smiled down at him, lost in the wonder of his dark eyes. At least it was worth a try. Adalind kissed the top of his head. "You're worth every bit of normalcy."
It wasn't until Adalind trucked her bundle of joy back up the stairs that she noticed Nick's bedroom door cracked open. She took a moment to set the sleeping infant down in his crib, then snuck back out into the hallway. Nick's door was never open. It's like he has a privacy issue or something. It's not like I've never seen his room before. She thought. Then again, maybe that's the point. She mentally shrugged.
A peak through the opening revealed a silent room save for the open window with a gentle breeze blowing the curtains. She noticed his bed was donned the same blue sheets from the day she'd slept with him, but the sheets were even more rumpled than after their afternoon foray. Either somebody had wild, hot sex last night or he had a very bad night's sleep. Adalind was leaning towards the latter. I'm pretty sure I would have heard crazy, hot sex across the hallway.
She was just about to close the door when another thought occurred to her, Omg, what if he was masturbating furiously?! She couldn't help giggling to herself. After a minute of muffled manic laughter it also dawned on her that she was spending WAY too much time by herself.
Sighing, she gently pulled the door shut to give Nick some semblance of privacy in case he hadn't realized he'd left the door open. He should be home later that evening. Maybe it would be nice to have an actual meal together. She hadn't been eating much, what with her nerves and depression ruining her appetite.
She made her way back downstairs to pick out an easy diner and have some more tea.