Reapers' Daughter

12: Grumpy Ceres

Ceres has been up all night. It's a Friday night, and she's still up. She won't go to sleep.

I got out off bed and picked her up; I carried her back to my bed. Even then, she wouldn't sleep. Where's Anthony when you need him.

"Ceres go to sleep," I said. She rolled to her side. Rolled to her other side. Rolling onto her belly. And she couldn't roll back, started to cry. I had to rolled her back. She chewed on her feet. It's like she didn't wanted to sleep tonight. She rolled to her side again. Maybe she's hungry. Haven't breastfeed her for a while now. She drinks bottle now. I'll tried it. Slipping my strap down. I exposed my chest, and just let her. I waited for her, to see if that's what she wanted. She latch on to me and suckle. Felt nice, since she hasn't been breastfeeding, my breasts been hurting like hell. There swollen.

I sighed in relief. Hopefully, Ceres will finally fall asleep. It's about to be one.

But we didn't fall asleep. Ceres stayed awake after she finished. I sighed and just tried to stay up until she falls asleep.

I woke up scared; I fell asleep. I looked down, but Ceres wasn't there. Oh god, what if she fell off the bed. I got up and searched but nothing. Oh god, where is she?

'Cassidy, go back to bed I have her.' I turned around to see Anthony, holding Ceres. She was asleep. About time. I sat down.

"I been trying to get her to sleep," I yawned.

'She's asleep,' he said and laid her in her crib. 'You go to bed too.'

"I will," I said. "How long you been here?

'Almost an hour,' he said. I laid down and yawned. Anthony leaned over me. 'Sleep now.'

I closed my eyes. Then I woke up to Ceres crying. She was sitting up crying. I got up and picked her up. It was morning already. It felt like I was only asleep for a few minutes. Doesn't anyone feel like that?

"What's wrong sweetie?" I held her. She sobbed. Her bottom lip quiver. "You hungry?" She cried. What wrong with her? I lay her down and. Changed her diaper. She seemed to calm down. But then she started up again. I picked her back up and went into the bathroom. I washing her little face. She sniffle. I brushed my teeth and did what I needed to do.

I then went downstairs and sat her on the couch. She went to get the remote; I took it out of her reach. Then she cried. Today isn't a good day for her, I guess. I turned on the TV and turned the channel to cartoons. Hopefully, that will keep her entertained. And it did, at least for half an hour. Only half an hour, I had time to make something to eat. I went back and sat on the couch. I gave her a piece of bread for her to chew on and she threw that on the floor.

"Ceres no," I said. And she cried, I didn't even yell at her. I needed mom, but she was at work. So was dad. I sighed. The bell rang. I got up and opened it. Anthony came in. "Oh thank god you here. Maybe you can calm her down." I dragged yum into the living room. Where Ceres had somehow gotten of the couch and spilled the juice all over the coffee table. And she was rubbing it all over. "See, look she's being rebellious."

"Oh," Anthony knelt down. "Ceres you shouldn't be doing that." She sat down and cried. "She's sensitive today."

"She cries for everything," I cleaned the mess up. And washed her hands and changed her clothes.

"It will pass," Anthony held her. She seemed to calm down. Ceres didn't cry for two hours. Then she started up again. And she threw the plate of soup I placed in front of her.

"Ceres no," I sighed. "Bad bad." I looked down. "Anthony, what's wrong with her?"

"Bad day," he said. "I think, she's just having a bad day. Or she's feeling sick."