Precursor
Disclaimer: Not mine, but Dick's.
"Bobby? Please get up," Alex mumbled from underneath the pillow. Bobby, who was already en route from the comfort and warmth of the bed, and Alex, chuckled softly before tucking the blanket closer around her.
"Already there," he whispered as he padded out of the room. He shut the door softly behind him and made his way down the hall to the baby's room. Opening the door, he could see Meredith; she appeared as if she was looking at her crib mobile in despair. She whimpered a build up to another wail. Bobby rushed in. "Hey, baby girl, what's the matter?" Bobby cooed at her as he picked her up, cradling her body in his arms. Meredith continued to cry; Bobby looked around for something to pacify her with…like a pacifier. No such luck, though. Bobby sat down in Alex's rocking chair beside the window and rocked the baby while he watched the snow fly every which way outside. He let Meredith suck on his knuckle, stopping her crying if only momentarily. "Ow!" Bobby exclaimed. Meredith looked up at him, seemingly annoyed, but did not cry. Alex hurried in, holding a blanket closed around her with one hand.
"What's the matter?" Alex asked as she sat down next to him.
"She bit me," Bobby replied, incredulous.
"No wonder she's been so fussy, "Alex said, the realization dawning on her. "She's teething."
Bobby grimaced, then smiled…then grimaced again. "Well, if this is any indication of the future, we're in trouble."