Babycare
(The Baby just arrived a week ago)
Penthouse, Fogle Towers, 2.00 am, Tuesday, May 23, 2024
Max stirred and sighed slightly in the relative darkness beside him. Logan glanced at the pale shimmering moonlight that strolled faintly into the room below the curtains. Yes, it was the full moon that affected her sleep, even though she was exhausted. Logan pondered a little while at the interrelations of feline DNA and moon cycles as he heard his son – again – softly weeping. In the same manner as every couple of hours of the past week – Ben's first week of living – his weeping began softly and increased constantly to finally end up in a loud crying. No doubt, his son had already a loud organ Logan was very proud of, but not now. He glanced quickly to Max, who still stirred beside him, but was not yet awoken. With a soft sigh, he pushed himself into a sitting position, then quickly grabbed the holding bow which had been installed a couple of months ago to steady himself while he positioned the wheelchair and transferred. Without that new gadget he would not longer be able now to transfer from the bed on his own. Even with the plank to grab it became worse. Logan knew that it would only be a matter of weeks now, until he would not longer be able to it without help.
As silently as possible, he wheeled outside the room and closed the door behind him. He could only hope that Max could get a little bit of rest now. As he reached Ben's crib, he began to soothe him with his words. That worked for a while. Ben calmed down a bit and Logan caressed his head and arm a little bit before taking him cautiously up. He rocked him a little bit in his lap while he softly spoke to him. Then Logan put him back into the crib, knowing that Ben needed Max's breast to feed him. And that Max was not available at the moment. They already discussed to fill up breast milk for situations like these in advance, but they had not yet gotten the equipment for doing so, and Max didn't want to feed him with a bottle yet. Logan felt helpless – but this time because he was a male without the ability to breastfeed. He hoped against all knowledge that Ben would sleep again on his own if he soothed and caressed him enough. And it nearly seemed to function. But eventually Ben whimpered again, tiny tears rolling from his eyes. Logan sighed. Right. No point in waiting any longer. He had to wake up Max. He spoke encouragingly „Hold on little boy! Daddy is getting Mum." and wheeled back to the bedroom. Max was still asleep, now even sounder than before. Logan came around to her side – the right side - of the bed and took delicately her right arm, which hung outside over the rim of the bed, into his lap. He tenderly caressed her fingers, until she woke up. With a confused expression she gazed at him. „Logan? What are you doing there? Why don't you sleep?" - Logan sighed and replied: „Max, Ben is crying. This is one of the rare times my food is denied. He needs you." Logan smirked. The effect on Max worked. She smiled back. „Yeah, see, there are males who prefer my food!" Slowly and with groaning she eventually sat up and stretched her arms and legs, while yawning. „Want me to give you a ride?" Logan asked tenderly, knowing that Max was still exhausted from the birthgiving and the lack of sleep. After a short considering she nodded. „Yeah, would be nice to have a taxi." She slipped over to Logan's lap and he wheeled her to Ben's room, lucky to be at least a little bit of service to her in that cause. Max sensed his anger towards himself. „Hey, Logan, don't fight yourself because you are a man. I prefer that you are male, you know that, right?" She turned her head a little bit up to him while speaking. Logan cursed softly and then he couldn't help but smile about himself. „Look at me – pahetic! By the way, I am glad that you prefer males..." Both tiredly smiling, as they reached Ben's crib and Max began to feed him while resting in Logan's lap. Logan enjoyed being a part of the procedure this way. No, it was ok that he was the male part. He had less abilities, but that was how nature installed it. Right? Logan was used to have less abilities. He would deal with it. Perhaps better than other males...