"Get it! Get the bottle!" I shouted over Spencer's wails. Jack and I had been trying to calm her down for ages but nothing seemed to work. My mind was racing and my ears were filled with screams and cries. I was bouncing her in my arms eagerly and Jack began sorting through her baby bag. Ferociously he began taking out teddy bears, stuffed frogs, and eventually a breast pump.
"What the hell is this?" he asked, holding it up and peering at it curiously.
"Nevermind what that is!" I hissed. "Just put it down!" Jack dropped it and began rummaging again. Finally he took out a plastic bottle. "Give it give it give it!" I ordered. Jack rushed and quickly set it in my hand. Slowly I stuck the end of it in her mouth, but she wasn't taking it. I tried again and again, but to no avail. "You know what," I muttered, setting Spencer down gently in her crib. "I give up! I just give up!" I made my way to my living room, despite Jack calling after me. The cries were still ringing in the house, Jack and I the only ones present to hear it. "Please, make it stop!"
After a few minutes of rubbing my temples, the crying began to subside. Slowly I stood up and began approaching my room, when I heard a voice quietly singing from inside.
"Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy, little baby.
When you wake, you'll have cake,
And all the pretty little horses."
I peered inside and saw Jack holding Spencer in his arms, swaying her slowly back and forth. A few coos came from the little bundle, but nothing more than that.
"Blacks and bays, dapples and grays,
Coach and six-a-little horses.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy, little baby."
"How did you...how did you do that?" I whispered from my doorway.
Jack smirked. "What can I say, my voice is pretty majestic." I rolled my eyes and gently took Spencer from his arms.
"Well, that was pretty amazing," I murmured, slipping her back into her crib.
Jack slipped his arms around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. "For her, I'd do anything."