"Eliot! She won't stop crying." Hayley yelled across the hall of their small apartment on the army base.
"Has she had a bottle?" he yelled back.
"No, I didn't think of giving my baby food!" she replied sarcastically.
"Diaper?"
"No!"
"Burping?" There was no reply and suddenly Eliot heard two lots of tears coming from their living room. He quickly emerged from the bathroom, clad in his army uniform, and ran towards Hayley, who was holding Abby, sobbing on the ground. "Hayley?"
"I can't do this Eliot. I can't. I not cut out for being a single mother."
"Single mother? Hales, you have me. You've always had me." He replied as he sat down next to her and picked up the seven month old from her lap; the crying subsided.
"Yeah but you're going away again. And think about it, these last six months when have I not had to ask you for help? I can't even make my baby stop crying and as soon as you pick her up she's as happy as Larry."
"Hayley look at me," he began. "You are a fantastic mother. You will continue to be a fantastic mother whether I'm home or not. You always did have a knack for adapting." There was a honking from a car outside; his ride was here.
"Don't go." She said.
"I have to," he said as he handed the baby back to her and stood up.
"No, you don't. Just quit and open a restaurant or something. Please." she said with desperation.
"We've been over this Hayley. It's my job. I'm gonna give Mrs. Blane a call to check up you okay?" She stood up also, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'll be back in three months," he said
"Be safe," she replied as he picked up his bag and walked out the door.
Last short chapter, I promise.
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Next chapter is going to be a few days (unless I suddenly have an epiphany) as I'm trying to figure out exactly which way I want the story to go, but I've got heaps written after that so no need to panic.