Chapter 9:
Karr opened his eyes sleepily. He blinked a few times before his vision drifted over to the little alarm clock on his night stand. The large, bright green numbers proudly announced that it was 3:30 AM and counting.
He groaned before snuggling back into the pillow. But he felt something wet against his cheek, squealing quietly in disgust when he realized it was a small pool of drool. Fully awake now, he quickly flipped the pillow on to its other side. Ah...nice and dry.
Contently, he laid his head back down. Again, snuggling up in the warmth of his bed before closing his eyes. A sleepy sigh leaving him as Karr dozed back off to dream land...
And then he heard it. That same, recognizable sound that the eldest has quickly learned to be familiar. The sound that indicated a certain someone was up.
Dammit, Michael! You jinxed me! Karr thought stressful to himself as he reluctantly sat up. Swinging his legs over the left side of his bed.
Scrubbing a hand down his face, Karr hurried over to his baby brother's room before Kitt woke anybody else up. A soon as he came up to the crib, he gently picked up the tiny infant. Softly talking to him while he gently rubbed the baby's back comfortingly.
"Shhh, it's ok, Kitt. It's ok. I'm here. I'm here." Karr whispered softly to the little baby.
Sadly, Kitt didn't stop crying. He only continued with tiny tear streaks spilling out from his eyes. The tiny tears landing one by one on Karr's shoulder sleeve. The eldest then decided to check his diaper...no. That wasn't it. Maybe he was hungry?
Karr nodded to himself before quietly making his way down stairs to the kitchen. His baby brother still crying as he turned on the lights. Once he got the lights turned on, he gently put Kitt down in his carrier set on the kitchen counter. Next, he grabbed the baby formula and began making up some milk for his infant brother.
After he made it up, he popped it into the microwave for a few seconds. Warming it up since Bonnie had told him that babies tend not to like cold milk. While it was heating up, Karr turned his attention back to Kitt, who was still crying. He gave the baby his hand, hoping it would help quiet him down.
The second Karr's hand was given to him, baby Kitt latched on to his big brother's fingers. His tiny little hands curling tightly around them. Just like he did before.
"I know, baby boy. Food's coming. I promise."
Right at that moment, the microwave beeped. Indicating the formula was ready. Karr took the bottle out with his free hand before checking the temp to make sure it was alright for Kitt. His baby brother was silent as he fed him, holding the infant close to his chest as he smiled down at him. The infant contently drank up all the milk until there was nothing left.
"Jeez...I guess someone was hungry." Karr amused with a sight chuckle, earning a happy coo from the baby.
Once Kitt finished the full bottle, the eldest put it in the sink. Kitt still cuddled in his arms as he rinsed out the bottle before heading back upstairs. Allowing the infant to play with his hand the whole way up.
He went into Kitt's room and gently put him back into his crib. The baby never fussed at all...until his big brother's hands left his tiny body. It was with the absence of the familiar touch that Kitt began to cry again.
"C'mon, Kitt." Karr groaned quietly. "I don't know what else it is that you want."
However, Kitt didn't stop. His little tears glistening as they trailed down the corner of his eyes. Karr sighed before gently picking up Kitt again. As if on queue, the little baby stopped crying once he was in his big brother's arms again.
A thought entered Karr's mind then, but he wasn't really sure if he should do it. He was told that it would be better that Kitt stay in his crib, but it was obvious the little infant had other plans. Shrugging it off, the eldest walked into his room. Gently crawling back into bed with Kitt secured, protectively cradled in his arms. Both brother's falling fast asleep instantly under the warm covers. The infant listening to the steady heart beat of his brother.