Chapter 14
Fireworks: Still Scary
Badwolf's POV
July 4, 1998
"Hot dog." I showed Cerise one. She wanted to put it in her mouth, but I stopped her. I needed it to cook. Sometimes, I liked to eat cooked food. Especially Red's. But she didn't know how to use the grill yet so I had to cook our dinner today. It was fun. Cerise was on her blankety, playing with her toys. It was sunny. A perfect day to cook outside.
"Ceris', how you holding up?" Red came out to check on us.
"Mama." She smiled. I put her in a shadey spot so she wouldn't get burned. My wife checked her diaper and saw that it was fine.
"How's dinner coming?" She carried our baby out to the table.
"The grill's warming up." I told her.
"Good." She tickled Cerise's tummy. Ceris' laughed and tried to grab her mom's hand.
"Don't bite Mommy." I warned. Ceris' was a late bloomer and she was just showing signs of teething. She goo-ed and wanted to cuddled. Red gave in into the demand.
I cooked our food and Cerise and my pretty wife played together. I let our daughter try a bite of cooked hot dog. She spit it out and then she wanted it five minutes later. Luckily, I kept it for her and it turns out, she likes hot dogs. But she doesn't quite understand chewing so it was a small bite of hot dog. I grilled the corn and it didn't taste gross. Red seemed to like dinner. Soon, the sun was low and darkness crept into the sky. We cleaned up as fast as we could and went inside. I had showered early in the day. I put my headphones on and Red got Ceris' in her jammies and changed her diaper.
Boom. Wince. Cerise is crying now. We tried to distract her toys, but she just kept shoving them off the couch. I walked her around the house to see if she liked that. No, she just mad Mommy didn't come with us. Red held her and that lessened the crying, but not by much. Wolf babies were very loud when they wanted to be. It's not going to stop the fireworks, Sweetie. My sister, Mary, the next Mama Wolf, came to see how we were doing. She gave us a potion to put Ceris' to sleep. I didn't want to use it, but Red said we could always get Mama to write her out of the will if she poisoned our baby. I had my wife use her pinkie to give Cerise the potion. My fingers are very big.
"Aah." The little Wolf yawned. I listened to her heartbeat and it slowed to the normal resting rate. For a baby. Mary held Ceris' for little bit and then had to go back home to her kids. Luckily, it wasn't poisoned and Cerise got to sleep for the rest of the night.