Sight Of Love

Helping Out

I suddenly wake up from a noise of crying. I groan and moan as I remove myself from my covers and slip on my bunny slippers.

I exit my room quietly as I tip-toe quickly to Philips room. I open his door slowly and walk over to his crib.

"Shh, Shh, Shh, Shh.." I repeat as I slowly pick him up and straddle him in my arms, rocking him in a slow pace. He continues to cry. I rub his back and rock just a bit faster to soothe my brother. He starts to calm down from being rocked for about 20 minutes in his room.

As he's in my arms, I turn him over and lift him up, sniffing his behind. I scrunch up my face in disgust and gently set him back down in his crib and walk over to the side of Philips room, kneeling down to grab a diaper and some baby wipes from a basket. I tip-toe back to Philip and zip down his pj romper as he giggles and kicks his legs in his suit.

Removing his legs and removing his diaper I grab the wipes. I wipe him up and down crossing his legs in the air. "There ya go, Philip. " I whisper and smile at my brother. I pick him up, one hand on his back and the other on the back of his head. I kiss his forehead for a bit, closing my eyes.

Ever since my baby brother was born, my life has been complete. I'd do anything to keep him happy. I'm so happy mom had him. I don't even know what I would be like without him ever again. I love him it hurts.

I stop kissing his forehead and lay him back down, gently. I rub his hand in mine as I look down at him in awe. Soon after leaving his room. I slowly, slightly close his door. Giving his room some fresh air so he doesn't die to a heat stroke or something. God that would not be good.

I walk back to my room, keeping my eyes wide open. I walk back into my room, bending down to look at the time by my bed. 5:15 in the morning. I sit down on my bed, rubbing my face. I sit up and crouch over to my window, peaking from the curtain.

I look at Brooklyn's window. I'm sure she's still sleeping.

I sit down on my bed and just put my hands on my knees and set my head down. I just seemingly can't stop thinking about Brooklyn.

She's just stuck in my head, and I don't even like her like that.. Well I think. I get off my bed once again and head down stairs. Walking over to the coffee machine, I hum.

I just stand there in the corner of the kitchen, tapping my finger on my coffee cup. I'm bored. It's unusual for me to be bored, I'm always doing something. I set my coffee down on the kitchen counter and walk over to the laundry basket. Opening up the washing machine, I dump the clothing. I close the top and turn on the buttons to activate it. It starts turning, and turning, and turning. There's not much noise to it so it won't awake anybody.

I sip on the coffee once again. Bored out of my mind. I brush my fingers along my hair. I sip again. And again. I walk over to the drier machine, opening it up to see if there's any clothes in there that I could fold..

Great, none folded yet.

I grab out a top. I fold it. I grab out pants. I fold them. I grab out panties and noticing they're not mine. I cover my mouth and laugh as I mumble "what the hell..? ". Wow I didn't know pregnant woman still wears scandalous panties..? Jeez, and she got laced red panties?! Damn, I didn't know my mom was still freaky while she's literally almost 8 months pregnant.

I fold another set of clothing.. I pull out one of Philips Newborn PJ zip up romper. I guess mom accidentally threw it in here or something. I hold the clothing against me as I close my eyes. Taking in air remembering the first time I seen Philip in his cute zip up romper. It's blue and has about bazillion elephants all over the clothing. I remember when mom came back with him and he was in his romper with a white hat that the hospital offered for mom to keep.