Second Chance

Standoff

It's been about a week I think since Daddy's party and I think it's been closer to a month since Grandpa started acting weird. It's harder to keep track of time now. I mean I know what a day is and week and month and a year but actually keeping track of how many have passed is harder now. At first it just with simple things like a few minutes feeling like hours but everyone feels like that sometime in their life. It got to be where is felt like hours but the whole day flew by or crawled by depending on the day. Then it got worst. I was losing days and now it seems a blur. Now even next week seems to be forever away. I really don't like it but I can't really care anymore. It's not like I have a job to go to or anything. I'm starting to think babies have it made.

They get people to wait on them hand and foot. All they have to do is cry and everyone runs to them to give them whatever they want. Just the other day I was plotting with Wolfie when I heard Daddy come home. Now keep in mind that Papa was with me all day getting me whatever I wanted and he had just gotten me more juice. So Daddy comes in and kisses me and Papa and was telling him something that happened at work and I wanted their attention so all had to do was yell 'no' and the both looked at me. For the rest of the night they made sure I was the center of attention. Or when Grandpa and Grandma take me out, everyone comes up and just talks to me and wants to give me things. I'm not allowed to keep any of the things, something about strangers and really I know but they seems to thing I don't.

"Hey kiddo. You ready to spend the day with me?" Grandpa comes over and picks me up from the table.

I guess I missed the rest of breakfast, which has been happening more and more. Wolfie is laughing at me, again. He's a dick. He thought it was even funnier when last night during dinner I spaced so bad that I missed my mouth and ended up feeding the air that was like a foot to the side of my face. He wouldn't stop laughing. The fucker fell off the table he was laughing so hard.

"Yea."

"Then let's get you cleaned up." He walks me upstairs to my room.

He cleans me up and puts me in one of the set of clothes Grandma got me. She called it an outfit. It's a long grey tank top that has black letters that say 'Lazy Days' and the pants are white with thin black stripes. It has this black open sweater thing and a black hat that reminds me of a ski mask, but without the mask part. He pulls my hair back into two braided ponytails that stick out from under the hat. I look fucking adorable.

I hear someone running upstairs. "I just wanted to give you a kiss baby girl before I head out." He leans over and kisses me all over. "You look adorable. Grandpa did a good job cleaning you up."

"Grandma picked out the outfit for her and I was instructed, on pain of death, to dress her in it today."

"So you guys are meeting up sometime today I take it."

"Yeah."

Well that's news to me, not that I'm complaining. I love seeing Grandma and getting to spend more time with the both of them. They give me whatever I want and they even include Wolfie. No matter how big of a dick he's being. Everyone should be given Grandparents. They're the best invention ever.

"Make sure she eats something other than sugar. I have her bag ready downstairs waiting for you. Steve put her carrier base in your car before he left. I'll have my phone on me and Steve has his as well if you need anything. I also have a list of emergency contact numbers including her doctors cell if she's sick or something. What time are you guys meeting up?"

"Dylan, I have taken care of a baby before believe it or not. I took care of you after your Mom's death. And I've taken care of Brooke before. We'll be fine." I didn't know Daddy's mom died when he was little.