Evaline was crying again. Marcus glared at his sister with all his might, "no." The child whispered before turning back to the television. Shrek's green face taking up most of the screen. Marc though his sister was annoying; constantly crying and fussing. Mommy spent most of her time with the baby and Daddy had to work. Marc really wished that his Daddy would come home soon.
Daddy paid attention to him. He called him, "little man" and would carry him around. Mommy tried to have cuddle time with him, but Eva wouldn't stop crying.
He didn't really like his sister anymore.
Sir Lamp Chop didn't like her either, girls were weird. And loud. But Auntie Yang wasn't. Yes, she was loud but she was nice—Auntie yang would twirl him around and they'd pretend to be helicopters. Sir Lamp Chop liked her too. Sir Lamb Chop liked riding on her head and seeing everything. The stuffy would tell him that he could see the ocean.
Marc didn't believe him; he was just a silly sheep after all.
Mama and Eva fell asleep after KD and Marc pouts at them. Mama had Eva snuggled up in her arms—he wanted some snuggle too.
Daddy came home during the third time watching Shrek (after KD time of course). His eyes tired and shirt untucked and unbuttoned. "Hey there little man, did your sister cause Mummy some trouble today?"
Marc brow creased. Daddy was nice, Daddy came and saw him first. "I don't like her," Marcus frowned in reply. He held Sir Lamb Chop closer to him when his Daddy's eyes hardened.
His Daddy sat down in front of him, "who don't you like?" he asked; he didn't sound mad, or even upset. But Marcus still shrunk in on himself; Daddy's eyebrows did though. They looked like how they did when he was mad or upset. Marc didn't like it when Daddy's eyebrows were mad, that meant that Daddy was mad and if Daddy was mad then Daddy didn't love him anymore. Right?
His lip began to tremble, "Mommy doesn't love me!" his eyes began to water. "Mommy loves Eva but not me," Marc cried, big ol' crocodile tears pouring out of his eyes and down his chubby cheeks. He sniffled when snot felt like it was tickling out his nose. "You don't love me either!" he wailed clinging to Sir Lamb Chop.
Daddy's eyebrows were no longer man, and Daddy's eyes looked sad. He wrapped his arms around Marc, gathering the boy in to his lap. "No we don't honey, of course we don't hate you. We love you so-so much. Your Mommy and I will never stop loving you," Daddy whispered into his hair. His lips kissing Marc's forehead.
Daddy, Sir Lamb Chop and Marc clung to each other throughout the rest of the movie. Daddy kept whispering things to him, saying how Mommy and Daddy loved him and Eva loved him too even though she was just a baby who cried a lot.
Marc still didn't like her, but right now when she was quiet and sleeping... she was OK.
Kinda...
For a baby.