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Chapter 3
In which there is way too much crying
Sophie woke everyone up that night with a loud cry. Michael wandered down the stairs and into her room, where she was now laying on the bed. Michael picked her up and sat on the bed.
"What's wrong?" he asked lazily. She cried harder and reached out to him. She managed to grip his shirt and she tried to pull herself closer. He moved her closer and looked at her, one eyebrow raised.
"Did you have a nightmare?" he asked quietly, beginning to bounce her on his knee, doing anything he could to keep her quiet. She nuzzled up against him and began to suck her thumb.
He put her a little farther back on his leg and pulled her thumb out. She yawned and he saw some teeth poking their way through her gums.
"Oh…your teething." He mumbled. He let her suck her thumb again as he put her down. She quickly fell asleep and he left the room again.
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The next morning Howl came down, got Sophie and made her a bottle of milk. He put her on the floor and she sucked away at the milk.
"That spells already aging her. That's good." He mumbled. There were a few bags under his eyes because she woke him up in the middle of the night. When Sophie finished she thought she would have some fun, so she threw the bottle across the room. The glass bottle flew to the wall and shattered. She giggled but Howl jumped up and grabbed her.
"No, bad Sophie!" he said loudly, giving her a small spank. She screamed and began to cry again. Howl held her at arms length as her tiny legs flailed around wildly. Michael ran into the room and smacked himself on the forehead. Howl put her on the floor and she sniffled. She gave a small hiccup and then giggled again. Howl and Michael looked at each other, both sweat dropped.
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Calcifer leaned over and peered over the grate and looked at Sophie, who was now curled up on the floor. She looked at him, wide eyed. She sat up again, looked around and crawled to the sofa where Howl was sitting with his chin resting on his chest, snoozing after the long morning. She got a grip of his long trailing sleeve and pulled herself up. She balanced on her feet and took a step towards the fireplace. Step after step she waddled to Calcifer.
"Uh…Howl! Wake up!!" Calcifer called out, startling the now walking toddler. She fell back and hit her head against the wood floor. She sat up, her bottom lip was quivering and tears were forming. She took in a deep breath and wailed.
"No, no, be quiet Sophie!" Calcifer begged. She looked at him, though she was still crying.
"Uh…um, look at the silly face!" he tried, sticking his long, fire made tongue out and crossing his eyes. Sophie calmed down a little, once Calcifer realized that he made another face. Face after face he finally got Sophie to laugh.
"Wow…it's a miracle that didn't wake him." Calcifer mumbled, looking over at the still dozing wizard.
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"So…she's two now? This is confusing." Michael said after she finally fell asleep again. Howl nodded and sat down at the table.
"Well, actually, she's three. By tomorrow she'll be around four or five." Howl said.
"This was a long day." Michael mumbled. A soft crying went of in the other room and both of them sighed.
"It's your turn!" both exclaimed at the same time, pointing to each other.
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