"You are not bringing that—that thing into my apartment," Amanda scoffed, gesturing to the small blue and orange onesie that Sonny had presented her.
"Oh, come on, Amanda, it's MLB certified! So what if you're from Georgia? She's a New Yorker," he replied, gesturing to the sleeping baby. They were out at a family bar and grille celebrating Jessie's three month "birthday." At this age, everything was an occasion, an accomplishment. Or maybe just an excuse to get out of the house. Or to meet up with Sonny.
The onesie in question was blue with the word "Mets" written across the chest in orange, the team's logo just below. Amanda was not having it. A loyal Atlanta Braves fan, she was determined to raise her daughter as nothing else.
"Forget it, Sonny, it's not happening," she responded.
"It might accidentally find its way into your diaper bag," he said, laying it down on the fake wooden table.
She raised one eyebrow and smiled. "Yeah, and then into the trash."
"Hmm," he muttered, raising his coffee cup to his lips. From the stroller next to him, Jessie gurgled.
"You see?" He motioned to the baby. "She knows."
"Yeah, she knows that she doesn't want to be a Mets fan," Amanda shot back. Sonny leaned down and picked her up, gently bouncing her on his lap. Her blue eyes were wide with interest.
"Hey, how are you guys doing?" A skinny, bespectacled waiter asked.
Jessie babbled happily in response.
The waiter grinned at the baby. "Does that mean 'good'?"
"Yeah, everything's great, thanks," Sonny responded. The waiter smiled, nodded, and went to check on another table.
On the TV above just above their heads, in the last few minutes of the NFL playoffs, the team that had been under the whole game, that neither Sonny nor Amanda knew the name of (they had been otherwise preoccupied) scored, tying the match.
The place erupted into groans and yells.
Jessie, terrified, started crying. Not any normal crying, but red-in-the-face, screaming-from-the-bottom-of-her-lungs crying. A woman at the bar turned and stared, glaring, while Sonny rocked the baby in an attempt to soothe her.
"It's okay, Jessie, you're okay," Sonny cooed. He held the baby so she faced away from the woman at the bar and shot his own glare back at her. After all, everyone in the restaurant was being loud and obnoxious, and she was getting mad about a crying baby.
After the football fans aggravation had subsided, Jessie had not stopped crying. Sonny had handed her over to Amanda, hoping that her mother would be better able to calm her. Amanda stood next to the stroller, bounced the baby, and stroked her back, praying that she would stop.
No such luck. Eventually, the woman from the bar walked over.
"Excuse me," she said. Her voice was like hot vinegar.
"Can I help you?" Sonny said standing and placing his hand on Amanda's shoulder.
"If you can't control your child, maybe you should go somewhere private. This is a restaurant, people are trying to have a good time," she said, ignoring Sonny and looking directly at Amanda, who had her arms wrapped protectively around Jessie.
Before Amanda could even react, Sonny was both diffusing and aggravating the situation.
"Hey, look, first, this is a baby. You need to calm down. And second," he said, motioning to Amanda, "How dare you speak to her like that?"
"I'm just saying what everyone else is thinking," she replied.
"I'd have to disagree with you there," A teenage boy from the next table said, his girlfriend nodding in ascent.
"Yeah, maybe you should leave," A middle-aged man said.
Sonny stood between Amanda and the woman, his arms crossed.
"He's just saying what everyone else is thinking," he said.
She huffed, turned on her heel, and left.
"Good riddance," the middle-aged man called behind her. A few more minutes passed before Jessie stopped crying.
Sonny managed to sneak the Mets onesie into Amanda's diaper bag, just as promised.
A/N: Hey guys, I wanted to get some input from you. Two things:
A) Would you rather this be a chronological story or a series of one shots? At present, it could go either way.
B) Would you rather see more Amanda + Sonny with baby, or without baby?
Let me know in the reviews!
P.S. : You can p.m. me or leave a review with a Rollisi one shot request. I figure a lot of you would prefer a series of one shots. If that's not the case and you send in one shot requests, I'll write them and post them separately.
-Of Jumbled Thoughts