"Oh good, I'd thought you'd run off," Mary Tavington greeted Jordon as she stepped back into the room, closing the door with a decisive 'click'.
"Not exactly," Jordon looked away, scowling; the lady ignored her mood and continued, "Well, since you're back, you and your sister here can help me by watching my son while his father is way attending to duties here at camp."
"Oh…" Jula was the first to respond, and she couldn't adequately voice an answer. "Where will you be?"
"Resting," she answered casually, "But Braden has already had his nap, and he'll want to be up, so, if you two could just watch him for a couple of hours, I would very much appreciate it."
Shit! Jordon bit her lip. Kids….not one of my graceful points.
"Sure, no problem," Jula's voice echoed somewhere outside of Jordan's immediate conscious attention before she snapped back to the sudden reality.
Jula! ARE YOU NUTS?!
Missus Tavington smiled.
"Thank you both. It really will do me well." Her voice was kind enough, but Jordon could still make out a feisty glint in her eyes.
Ya know, cause we could totally just say no….
"I will bring some of Braden's things to your chambers, though, I did hear from the colonel, that you will be receiving new lodgings shortly."
With a nod, the two sisters left and returned to their room to wait for Missus Tavington to bring her son to them.
"Thanks, Jula, for signing our death certificates!" Jordon hissed, rounding on her sister as soon as they were alone in their room.
"Uh… why?"
"Because if we get something wrong, and you know we are going to, we can't just be like 'Oh sorry…"
"What's gonna happen?" Jula huffed. "He poops his pants and it takes us five extra minutes to figure it out? Jeez, Jor, he's a baby."
"Hello, girls?"
Jae and Jula turned to see Missus Tavington standing in the entrance with Braden in one arm and blankets in the other, waiting patiently for the two of them to stop their quarrel.
"Are you two finished?" she asked in a light, unassuming tone.
"Did we start something?" Jordon replied without thinking.
Mary shrugged and passed her son into the eldest sister's arms.
"Here's the little one; I have a few of his toys, wrapped in his blankets. Mind you, he's crawling now, so you may want to watch where he goes." She advised.
Jula nodded.
"All right, shouldn't be too much trouble then."
"Thank you both, again," Mary smiled and handed Braden's things to the younger sister.
"No problem," Jordan answered with more assurance than she felt before she and her sister watched the lady leave.
"Now…" Jordan looked down at Braden who answered her with a blue-eyed gaze that closely mirrored his father's. "Now what?"