I felt the need to update again even if so far, I have only gotten three reviews. But I know that people are reading it and that makes me happy. So here is a hysterical chapter. At least I think so!
Derek awoke to Ava's cries. He looked over to see Meredith sound asleep. He really didn't want to wake her so; he got up and walked slowly down the hallway. He entered Ava's room and went over to her crib, to see Ava's little face all scrunched up and red. He quickly picked her up with ease and cradled her in his arms. But unlike earlier this afternoon she didn't stop crying He walked with her into the kitchen and opened the fridge to, find that Meredith hadn't pumped, so there were no bottles. He made the instant formula while, holding Ava in one arm, but she refused o take it. He thought maybe she needed her diaper changed, although he gotten much practice at it. He checked, but she wasn't wet or hungry. He started to get worried now that something was seriously wrong. He considered waking Meredith, but then remembered in the 48 hours they had been home, she had only slept three hours. He determined who to call, for advice. His Mother? No she would be too much of a nag in the middle of the night. One of his sisters, hey all lived too far away. Mark? He didn't have any kids, but it was worth a shot.
"Hello". Grumbled a tired and just awoken voice.
"Mark? It's Derek, listen I need your help. Ava won't stop crying and I don't want to wake Meredith because she hasn't been sleeping lately." said Derek in quick hushed tones.
"Derek, I don't now squat about babies." Mark replied annoyed that he had been woken for something like this.
"I know and neither do I, but maybe together we can become t least half of a mother's brain." said Derek.
Mark sighed."Alright I'll be right over." He said.
"Thanks Mark." said Derek before hanging up and going back to consoling Ava.
A few minutes later, Mark walked into the room, with his plaid flannel pajama bottoms and grey t-shirt.
"Alright clearly, you don't know how to handle kids." said Mark simply before taking Ava from his arms.
Derek looked on intrigued to what he was going to do next.
"Ava, honey if you stop crying, Uncle Mark promises to take you to five Yankee games before you turn three." said Mark, before Ava spit up on him, and then continued to cry.
Derek laughed a little and took Ava from his arms.
"Alright then." said Mark as he took a tissue from the changing table and wiped his shirt.
Derek tried putting the mobile on, rocking her in the rocking chair, but nothing seemed to work.
"Maybe lullabies will help." said Mark
"But neither of us can sing." stated Derek over Ava's cries.
"Well if you want her to stop you're going to have to try.
Hush little baby.
Don't say a word.
Daddy and Uncle Mark are going to buy you a mocking bird.
And if that mocking bird won't sing, Daddy and Uncle Mark will buy a diamond ring.
Ava continued to cry, and even louder after experiencing, that dreadful lullaby.
"Ava, we'll let you have a boyfriend at 14, if you stop crying. said Mark
"No, that's where I draw the line." said Derek firmly.
"Well if it gets her to stop crying." Argued Mark.
The two men battled it out for a few minutes, when they suddenly saw the lights go on.
"What is going on in here?" Meredith asked stopping Derek and Mark's argument.
"Ava won' stop crying, so I called Mark." Said Derek sheepishly.
"Give me my baby." said Meredith taking the still screaming Ava, whose voice, was now becoming hoarse
She gently sat down in the rocking chair and started patting Ava on the back. Two second later a loud burped escaped from her mouth and her crying stopped.
"I can't believe I didn't think of that." said Derek
"We're idiots." Stated Mark simply
"Mark, crash on our couch tonight. Derek go to bed." Said Meredith
"But Mere..." started Derek
"No buts, both f you go to sleep." Said Meredith.
And with that Mark retreated downstairs and Derek went back to bed. When they were both out of earshot. Meredith said to Ava.
"Men, they can be so stupid."