Little Me ► Mitch Grassi

Lullaby

•Kirstie's P.O.V•
(Few Hours Later)

I passed by Scott who's so busy with his gadget, and by the way, Mitch playing cars on the play rag in front of him. Basically, he's babysitting and snapchatting. I gave him the day since he did nothing back in Target but say these...

Ugh! That again?

We've been to this aisle already!

Buy him Spongebob!

I said Spongebob!

Sponge. Bob.

Why don't you guys listen?

I'm done!

Those are simply complains from Mr. Scott Hoying. I ended up in the kitchen where Kevin was, but I can still see them through a hole. In the corner of my eyes, Kevin glanced to me. "How are you holding?"

I glanced back. "Nothing. Just another tiring day." I answered.

"Can you make Mitch's milk in the glass, please?" I asked him. "Not in a bottle?"

"Come on, he's four." I said, "I basically stopped drinking from the bottle when I was, I don't know, barely a year old."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Don't you think we should be preparing him for school?"

"He knows how to talk... magically." I spoke. "But teaching him, kind of, is a good idea." I watched him pour milk on a glass, then I smiled. He passed me the glass, he smiled as well.

"Mitch!" I called, I really sound like my mom now. A very cute running sound was heard to the kitchen. His cute little steps, I can't handle it. "Yes?"

"It's time to go to bed." Then I knelt and gave him the glass. "Be careful." I warned.

I let him run away with the glass. Don't worry, the glass is... pretty safe.

I looked to Kevin again. "Are you gonna sleep with potatoes now?" I questioned. He rubbed his nape, "Yeah." Then stretches.

I chuckled, "Okay, take a rest. It's been a day. Scott and I got this."

"Thanks, KTM."

"Yeah." I mumbled.

Mitch came back with an empty glass, now he was trying to suck everything out of it. "You know whatever you're doing is impossible, right?" I tried not to laugh. "Aunt Kirstie, can you wid me a bedtime stowie?" He requested. He is very irrestible.

"Are you sleepy now?" I asked, biting my lower lip and smiling like hell.

"Yah." He declared. "Okay, come on." I let out my hand and he held it. He walked with me until the stairs. "Scott, I'm just gonna clam him to sleep."

"Yeah, sure." The only response I get.

I shook my head, then we went to the room.

Tonight, he will sleep beside me, since he has no bed yet for himself. "Come on, get to your bed side and time for sleep." He went to the left side of the bed, and I lay to the right, then I wrapped the blanket around us.

"Bedtime stowie?" He smiled.

"I don't know any bedtime stories, Mitch." I suddenly said. I do, but no.

"Can you sing me a lullaby?"

"With that, I can do." I cleared my throat. He shifted himself facing the right side of his body, and I also faced the same, then wrapped my arm around his waist.

🎶... and at last I see the light. And it's like the fog has lifted. And at last I see the light. And it's like the sky is new. And it's warm and real and bright. And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything looks different...now that I see you.🎶

I patted down his head, until he was driven to sleep.

I looked to the door immediately to the door, realizing Scott was watching. I giggled, "What?"

"That was sweet." He smiled. "I know." I said.

"Why don't you get your butt ready to your bed. It's been a day." I ordered, smiling.

"Yeah, sure. Sing me a lullaby too?" Then he laughed. I laughed with him. "Yeah, right."