Chapter 93

Alex was busy cleaning the bathroom. Phoebe was roaming the bedroom standing up against the objects walking around the room holding onto numerous objects. Through her babbling and laughing Alex assumed everything was fine and checked up on her, peeking her head out of the bathroom looking into the room to check that she wasn't sticking her fingers into a plug or something.

But the silence was short lived, when Phoebe started screaming. She dashed out of the bathroom and she had no idea how Ryan came upstairs in record time, his eyes scanning the room until it stopped on Alex holding Phoebe in her arms on the floor.

Alex assessed the damage on her daughter's eyebrow, speaking to her soothingly the entire time. A small cut ran across the length of her eyebrow. Ryan handed her some baby wipes, and she dabbed it on the little cut.

"She was using the drawer to stand up, and I assumed her hand slipped." Alex answered the questioning look on her husband's face.

"Is she gonna be okay?" He asked taking a seat next to the two of them on the floor, his back resting against the base of the bed rubbing up and down his daughter's back trying to soothe her.

Deep down Alex was at war with herself thinking that if she was looking at her none of this would've happened. She avoided eye contact with Ryan sure of the fact that he is blaming her and he wouldn't be mad at him if he did.

"I think we should get it checked out." Alex whispered, her judgement of the severity of injuries were clouded whenever it came to Phoebe. And the fact that Ryan didn't say anything to her only made the situation worse.

They went downstairs once Phoebe was calm and quiet and the bleeding stopped, both her parents took a breath of relief, keeping her at bay making sure she doesn't go out of sight. She was playing in the middle of the of the living room floor Alex and Ryan keeping a close eye on her from the kitchen side.

"I should've paid more attention instead of cleaning the stupid bathroom. What if she was worse and she busted open her lip. Or she had brain damage or broke an arm. I was just being careless and that's…

"Alex stop. You're more upset than she is and I mean look at her. Does she resembles the picture of someone who got hurt ten minutes ago?" Ryan asked putting his arm around his wife's neck as they looked at Phoebe. Already walking along the couch again, when she noticed the TV remote and put it in her mouth.

"Phoebe take that out of your mouth please." Alex ordered. She looked up at them when she heard her name and stopped her actions mid-way, but then continued to repeat the action she was just ordered to stop.

She walked over to one of the drawers where they keep the fast food brochures and took out a travel magazine. Ryan wasn't sure what to think since his wife was never one to read something like that. A few colored markers stuck out from pages and she opened the first page where the marker was, showing it to him.

He scanned the advertisement and looked up at her in awe. "So I was thinking we could go camping for the weekend of your birthday, and you can have time to yourself fishing all day." She shrugged since she really didn't know what else to do for his birthday.

"Wow. My wife waiting for fish to bite the hook for three hours. That would be a sight to see." He smiled at the look on her face, she had no idea this hobby would requires so much patience and she didn't have a lot of that.

"Or, how about we go for there for the day. It's an hour drive and then we come back home and I get to spend the rest of the night with you." He whispered looking up at her with a smirk.

"If you're sure about it, then I'm sure we can work something out." She leaned down and kissed his lips quickly. They moved back to the couch spending the rest of the morning on watching TV and keeping a watchful eye on their busy little explorer.

Caleb came down the stairs yawning. Grateful to see his mother had made some fresh coffee. She was reading the paper at the table smiling when she saw him enter.

"There's some fresh coffee, seems like you need lots of it." She acknowledged when she saw her son.

"Thanks." He kissed the top of her head. "CJ woke up like seven or eleven times last night. He has no idea that night time is there to sleep."

"As if you know the difference between night and day when you were a baby. Until you got married you were out partying all hours of the night and sleeping all day. Like father like son." Claire laughed and he couldn't help but smile at his mother's statement. He sure had his wild times a few years ago before he and Shelby's relationship went steady, and eventually turned into marriage.

He pours himself a cup and another for Shelby that he took upstairs. She laid awake her back resting against the headboard. If he felt like he did he can only imagine that she must be feeling ten times worse, since she was the one who has to get up and feed CJ.

"Good morning babe, how are you feeling?" he asked setting down the cup on her side of the bed.

"Sleepy." She groaned trying to put up a brave face. "And now he's sleeping as if nothing is wrong." She whispered smiling. She never thought she could love another person whom she met a few days ago as much as she does now.

"Can you believe we made that?" Caleb asked when he settled into bed next to her, both of them looking at the sleeping baby. His mouth relaxed and his little hands curled into loosened fists resting on either side of his head.

"When are we trying for another one?" Caleb asked looking at his wife who gave him a look that made him burst out with laughter, kissing her cheek and resting their heads against each other staring at little Caleb Junior.

I'm running out of ideas for cases so that's why I've been writing some family stuff. I also have to get through some school work this week so I might not be able to update as frequently as I'd like to. Your input is welcome, and if you have suggestions feel free to let me know. I'd appreciate them.

Thanks for reading.

Lovies-S