Addicting Love

| T H I R T Y - F I V E |

"Fred." I mumbled while still half asleep, but I was pushing myself off of Fred's chest. "Fred."

"What?" He asked, also half asleep.

"Emmy is crying."

"Okay, I'll get her." He sighed and sat up.

"No, she's crying. She doesn't cry in the night." I said.

"Maybe she figured out she was being too nice to us." He mumbled as he got up and walked out of the room, rubbing his hands over his face.

I fed her before she got laid down to go to sleep. She always sleeps through the night, never needing a midnight feeding. I did feed her. I remember. I didn't forget to feed her. Maybe her pacifier slipped out of her mouth. Oh, I think I left her bunny downstairs, maybe that's what she wants.

"Ah fuck." I heard Freddie say from the nursery.

I got out of the bed quickly, grabbing my panties off the ground and pulling them on under the shirt of Fred's I was wearing, then walked across the hall to the nursery.

"Get the light Bee." Fred mumbled over Emmy's scream of cries. I hit the lights, turning them on, and saw Fred holding Emmy... who was covered in throw up.

"Good thing she was laying on her side." He sighed as he walked into the washroom, then I heard the water from the bathtub start running.

I reached into the crib and pulled off the sheets, bunching them up, then went over to the washroom.

Fred kneeled down on the outside of the bathtub, Emmy already laying in the little baby bath tub. It sat inside the bath, and had a net attracted to it for her to lay on, and also be touching the water.

She was still screaming crying while Fred ran a wash cloth over her stomach, which is odd because Emmy likes bathed.

I turned around and walked out of the nursery, going downstairs and putting the sheets in the wash. "Can you make a bottle love?!" Free hollered from upstairs.

"Yeah!" I said. I started the washer, then went into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle from the cupboard. As I filled it up with lukewarm water, I saw it was 3:30 in the morning.

I'd be getting my needle right about now a couple of months ago.

I could hear Emmy's cries from downstairs as I made the bottle, which only made me move quicker.

I hurried back up the stairs, going back to Fred.

"No, don't put that in your mouth Bean- shit." Emmy started crying even louder when the soapy cloth went into her mouth.

I kneeled down beside Freddie and shook the bottle. He slipped his hand under her head, then I leaned forward and brought the nipple of the bottle to her mouth, but she didn't take it. She turned her head the other way and kept on screaming.

"What time is it?" Fred mumbled.

"Almost four." I said.

He groaned and hung his head between his shoulders.

I tried to manoeuvre the bottle into her mouth but she wasn't having it. She was kicking her arms and legs, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she wailed her little heart out.

"She could be getting cold. I'll get her changed." I said and got up. I put the bottle on the bathroom counter, then leaned over and picked Emmy up. I grabbed the towel off the counter and just draped it over her body, then took her out of the room, leaving Fred to drain the tub and clean up.

I laid her down on the change table and got a diaper, putting it on her, then turned and grabbed a onesie and some socks. I pulled the onesie over her head and pulled her arms through the holes, snapped up the bottom between her legs, then pulled on her socks. She was crying the whole time though and didn't stop.