Sweet Cherries

Chapter 35 ⚠️🔞

Tomorrow morning
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Alia POV

I woke up to the sound of Amiel crying, his wails echoing in the quiet of the early morning. Instinctively, I knew what the problem was-his diaper was probably soiled, and he was uncomfortable, needing a change. Micah, who had gone out drinking last night, was still fast asleep beside me, thankfully undisturbed by Amiel's cries. I knew she'd be dealing with a hangover when she woke up, and I didn't want to add a screaming baby to her list of problems this morning.

Carefully, I slid out of bed, mindful not to wake Micah, and scooped Amiel into my arms. His little face was scrunched up in discomfort, but I whispered softly to calm him, saying, "It's okay, baby. Mommy's got you." I headed over to grab a fresh diaper and a change of clothes for him. Since I didn't want to risk waking Micah, I decided to change him downstairs in the living room. His crying had grown a bit louder, and I could feel him squirming in my arms, desperate for relief.

As I grabbed his things, I gently closed the bedroom door behind me, making sure not to make any noise that might wake Micah. Walking down the stairs with Amiel in my arms and trying to balance the diaper and clothes was a bit tricky, but I managed to make my way down. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Ate Loyda, our house helper, was already there, waiting for us. She must have heard Amiel crying from her room.

She greeted me with a warm smile. "Good morning, ma'am Alia," she said kindly, noticing the diaper and clothes I was carrying. Seeing my struggle, she quickly reached out to take them from me.

"Good morning po," I replied, grateful for her help. I handed over the items, and together we made our way to the living room. Once there, I gently laid Amiel down on the sofa, ready to change his diaper.

"Ma'am, ako na po," Ate Loyda offered, reaching out to take over the task. But I shook my head, smiling at her.

"No, it's okay, I've got it. Could you just tell Ate Linda to prepare some soup for Micah? I'm sure she'll need it when she wakes up. She had quite a bit to drink last night," I added with a soft chuckle, imagining Micah's groggy expression when she finally emerged from her slumber.

Ate Loyda nodded, "Okay po, ma'am," before handing me the baby wipes and heading off to the kitchen to relay the message. I turned back to Amiel, who was still fussing, and started changing his diaper, talking to him as I worked.

"There we go, little one. You just needed a fresh diaper, didn't you?" I said softly, as his cries slowly faded away, replaced by his quiet cooing. Once I finished changing his clothes as well, I gently ran my fingers over his little tummy, playfully tickling him. His giggles were like music to my ears, and I couldn't help but smile at how quickly he went from fussy to happy with just a bit of attention.

Just then, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked up, already knowing it was Micah, probably feeling the effects of her night out. Sure enough, she appeared at the bottom of the stairs, one hand pressed to her head as if trying to fend off the inevitable headache.

"Good morning, baby," Micah greeted me, her voice soft and a little raspy. She gave me a weak smile, clearly not quite feeling her best yet.

"Good morning," I replied, my eyes narrowing with a knowing look. "Hangover?" I teased, watching as she gave me a slow nod, confirming my suspicion.

Micah snuggled up next to me on the sofa, wrapping her arms around me from behind in an affectionate embrace. It was clear she was in a playful mood, seeking comfort after her rough morning. "I had soup prepared for you since I knew you'd be dealing with a hangover," I said gently. I felt her grip tighten, and she began to kiss the side of my neck softly.