Still Dunno

Chapter 25 - Time Flies When You're having Fun

One Year Later

Joslyn's POV

"Come on, little girl! It's okay! I swear!" I cooed as I bounced the baby up and down.

She wouldn't stop crying.

I swear she hated me.

Tears filled my eyes.

Why did I decide to have her?

My whole life changed, and it wasn't for the best.

Sure, she was cute. And it was exciting to be pregnant until it wasn't.

I was so uncomfortable the further my pregnancy went.

I couldn't wait for her to come out.

Things were easier when she was still inside me.

"Molly, stop crying," I said more sternly, which made her cry harder.

"Jesus Christ! Give me a break," I muttered.

Molly was three months old.

The doctor said she was Colicky.

She just didn't like me.

"Jos? Are you okay?" Dad asked, coming into the living room.

"No, she won't stop crying."

"Give her here," Dad said.

I gladly passed the baby over to him and sat on the couch.

I was exhausted.

I wanted to curl up and fall asleep for the next eighteen years.

Dad cradled Molly in his arms, and she instantly calmed down.

"Did she eat?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Did you change her?"

"Yes."

"Did she burp?"

I crinkled my nose.

Molly hadn't burped.

Every time she ate, she wouldn't burp for me.

I didn't know if it was her or me.

It was probably me.

Molly fussed in Dad's arms.

He switched her position in his arms, and Molly let out an enormous belch.

"There you go. Does that feel better?" Dad asked her.

I watched in amazement as my baby calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.

How can he do that so quickly, and when I hold her, all she does is cry?

"Why don't you go get some sleep, Jos? I'll hold her a bit longer and then put her down," Dad said.

"She'll just start screaming again," I complained.

"I got this. I've had a little practice," Dad said.

I wasn't going to argue with him. If he wanted to be on baby duty, I'd let him.

God, I could use a drink.

I looked at Dad. There was no way I could drink in front of him.

I needed to get out and get some fresh air.

"Molly needs diapers and formula. Do you want to go to the store?" I asked.

"Why don't you go, honey? I'll stay here with Molly. Getting out might be good for you," Dad said.