Chapter 12:
Traffic decided to make itself known later that afternoon when they left. It took them a few minutes longer than usual to get home, but with the help of some short cuts they made it. Baby Kitt was strangely fussy the whole way home. He refused to quiet down unless Karr was holding him, which wasn't safe nor legal for that matter in a moving car. So, for both his and Bonnie's sake, he sat in the back. Awkwardly trying to keep Kitt and his carrier cuddled as close as possible to him. Thankfully it worked.
"I'll go get him settled Bonnie." Karr told her as they exited the Trans Am.
"You sure? You don't need help or anything?"
"No, I'll be fine. He just needs to get settled back down."
Bonnie hesitated, but eventually gave him a shrug. "Whatever you say. If you need me though, I'll be in Devon's office organizing stuff."
"'K. Thanks."
After a nod from Bonnie, he made his way inside the house and up to Kitt's room. He set the carrier down on his brother's old bed and unbuckled the squirming infant. Once he was free of his traces, Karr gently picked up the tiny baby into his arms. Keeping him in a secure hold as he smiled warmly at his baby brother.
"4 pounds, 8 ounces. My goodness he's small one." The doctor's words suddenly entered his mind. making him look down upon his baby with a frown of concern. Ever since the doctor told them that, he's felt...strange when dealing with Kitt. It was almost like a sense of dread or nervousness. He didn't have a full understanding of why he felt this way, but he assumed it had something to do with the fear of him ever accidentally hurting his baby Kitt.
The very thought made him wince. He couldn't even imagine allowing something like that to happen to his baby brother. He couldn't even picture the amount of pain it would cause Karr to know he let it happen. Babies were extremely fragile individuals. They required a soft touch with nothing less of a gentle voice to accompany it. Of course, Karr would never let something happen to his baby. It was just simply the fear that made the eldest uneasy.
The baby in question started whimpering again when the rocking stopped. Snapping his big brother back to reality as he tried to shush him softly, resuming his rocking. Kitt paused momentarily, but soon picked back up again a few moments later. Karr mentally started checking off possible reasons for Kitt's discomfort. Everything was taken care of except one thing: nap time.
Calmly, Karr walked over to the crib to put the little one down, when he suddenly remembered last night. If Kitt didn't want to be in his crib last night, what made this time all the merrier? He would just fuss and balk until the infant got what he wanted. His big brother.
After grabbing a half-way read novel, Karr sat down in the plush rocking chair in the media room next door. His baby falling asleep instantly in the arms of his protector.