Life as we know it~ Scirstie

Thirty-Two

Kirstie
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A baby's cry began circulating the house, and it even pissed Cosmo off.

Scott got up, but came back and said, "He needs food."

I sighed, and went into his room and made him a bottle.

I sat in the rocking chair and fed it to him, and he was falling asleep.

I laid him back in his bed, and kissed him.

Walking back to Scott and I's room, a door is open leading to the bathroom.

I close it, but it just opens again. I close it again, but it comes back. I then slam the door, and the picture frame beside it falls and breaks.

It was a photo of Mitch and Avi.

"Damn it." I mutter, and Scott comes out of the room.

"What happened?" He asked, and rubbed his eyes.

"The door wouldn't close."

"Awe babe-" He started, but stepped on a piece of glass.

"OW!" He screamed, and jumped on one foot to our room, and sat on the bed and cradled his foot.

I run to the bathroom and grab tweezers, and get the glass out of his foot.
I then bandage it up, and he looked traumatized.

"That hurt..." He whined, and laid back on the bed, and I went to clean the rest of the picture frame up.

I could hear Scott whining, in pain.

I throw it away, and lay back in bed with him.

"Well that hurt." He whined, and put his arm around me.

"I'm sorry." I say.

"It's not really your fault."

"I say that for everything- just have to get used to that crap." I laugh.

He laughs, and kisses my cheek.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" He asks.

"Numerous times."

We giggle, and hear a window break.

Then- we're both silent. We can hear people rummaging around- and I stand up and grab the baseball bat in the corner. Scott gets up, but limps. We both go downstairs, and see a masked man, going through our stuff.

Scott flips on the light, and the man sprints.

I run after him, but he escapes through the window.

I can hear a gunshot get fired, but it didn't come near the house.

Scott calls the cops, and they show up a few minutes later.

"Yeah. He was rummaging in our silverware drawer and got away with a few spoons. He fired a gun, but it didn't affect anyone." Scott says.

I'm holding Joe, who is fast asleep despite what happened.

"Sir- what happened to your foot?" The police officer asks.

"Oh- I just stepped on some glass- no big deal."

The police officer nods- and leaves with his posy.

"Well that was eventful." I joke, and Scott laughs.

"Well, I don't really know anymore." He says, and turns off the light.

We both head upstairs, and I bring the pac-n-play into our room and set Joe down. We both then fall asleep, dreaming of our son.