Before iKiss
Quite against her will, Sam had been left in charge of an infant. Only the promise the little boy had just been cleaned and changed, plus an offer of big - time money, got her to agree. Now, however, she was thinking she should've held out for more, because the kid would not stop screaming and Sam kept telling herself,
You can't punch a baby.
You can't punch a baby.
You can't punch a baby.
She phoned Carly for help.
"Pick him up. Hold him. Walk around with him."
"Carls, if I pick up that kid I'm gonna find out if he bounces."
"Don't be silly Sam, of course you won't. Just pick him up. They like that. Oh! And sing to him!"
"You gotta be kidding me."
"JUST DO IT."
Sighing, Sam put her phone down in frustration and picked the little boy up, carrying the baby in her arms but away from her body as if she were holding a tray,
She silently cursed her best friend. I knew it wouldn't work.
Almost on the verge of crying herself, she sat down on the sofa and as she did so, inadvertently pulled the boy close.
And he stopped mid - scream.
Sam almost couldn't believe it. She held the baby out to look at him and make sure he hadn't just died or something. But as soon as he was no longer held against her chest, he started screaming again.
Even now, huh? Boobs. It's always boobs. Resigned, she brought the child back to herself and again, he stopped crying, merely letting out with a gurgle now and then. Don't be telling any of your friends I let you cop a cheap feel, buddy.
Despairing, Sam looked around the area where she was sitting. The TV remote was too far away. Then she looked down at the baby, who looked back up at her. And she felt herself soften. Just a little bit. When he wasn't screaming, she could actually let herself like him just a little bit.
Plus, his rich, brown eyes reminded her...
She remembered what else Carly had told her to do. Well, no one else is around, and it's not like the kid's gonna tell anybody.
She dimly remembered a time when she and Melanie were very small and someone had sung to them, but she couldn't remember who. Surely not their mother though, she knew that. But she thought she could remember the song and so she tried to sing it, shakily at first, but quickly gaining confidence.
"I've got you, baby, and if it's quite all right, I need you baby, to warm a lonely night, so let me love you baby, let me love you..."
At her apartment, Carly looked at the phone, which she'd switched to speaker, with unmitigated glee. She felt something like a successful lion tamer. If only Sam could let down her walls like that in front of people who would remember it longer than a goldfish.
Then Freddie walked in just in time to hear Sam hold the long note on the second "...let me love you…"
"Who's that?"
"P!nk," Carly swiftly said, as she tapped the phone to end the call before Freddie realized it wasn't coming from her PearTunes. "It's kind of a new sound for her, I'm not sure I really like it."
"What I heard sounded nice."
Thanks for reading and I'll see you in the next chapter...