Chapter 9
New Year's Eve ≈ Fireworks* + Baby = Unhappy Everyone
New Year's Eve approximately equals Fireworks
Badwolf's POV
"Baddy, it's almost midnight." Red pointed to the clock.
"Baddy is still buzzed." I complained. My senses were still fuzzy and dull.
"Baddy has to suck it up. Cerise is going to wake up any moment now." She helped me up from the couch.
"Ugh-Nugh!" Loud explosions shook the house. It hurt my drunk ears. The fireworks had started.
"Wahh!" There it was. My baby woke up.
"Stay here. Your headphones are on the table." She went to get Cerise. I was still little tipsy. I put the yellow headphones on. It was only a little bit better. Red made our daughter special earmuffs for her tiny little head, but she was woken up and the noise wouldn't stop.
"Look at Daddy. He's not crying. He's fine." Her voice was muffled.
"Rrr-wahh!" Cerise was still going.
"We should distract her." I said.
"With what?" Red spoke a bit louder for me.
"I dunno. Toys?" I shrugged.
"We'll try it." Red gave me Cerise and went to get her toys. Ceris' looked to see who she was passed to and saw it was me then cried more. Not because I was holding her, but because of the fireworks.
"There. Ceris', I got your dolly." Red handed the stuffed pony to her. She threw it down as well as a two month old could.
"Let's go sit on the couch." I picked up Pony and took them to the living room.
We offered her more toys and she rejected them. We had to change her and feed her since it normally the time she woke up. She was ok during feeding time, but babies like food so it didn't count too much. The fireworks died down around 3. It took until 6 to get Cerise to sleep again. I put our little wolf in her crib while Red went to bed. She needed it. I passed out on the couch again. This time not drunk and with a bunch of baby toys. Next... This(?) year, don't drink so much.