Forget me not

Mama's Mini Vaca!

*a few weeks later*

I get home from the studio and Miranda looks exhausted. I take Carter from her and set my guitar down. "Baby you're running yourself ragged. Take a girl's day at the spa. Here's my credit card." "I don't know Jason, I don't wanna leave her." "We're gonna be fine, I can handle the home front." She smiles with tired eyes and pulls out her phone, calling the girls I presume.

*later*

I was rocking Carter in the nursery when Miranda came downstairs. "Are you sure you don't need me to stay?" I smile. "Sweetheart go relax. You deserve it." She looks nervous. "I've got this." She smiles and walks over, kissing both of us. "Mommy loves you baby girl." Then she leaves. "Man mommy clings to you like white on rice. Doesn't she? Yes she does, princess." I finish feeding and burping her then I put her to bed. I go upstairs to watch the bulldogs game. I'm glad she's finally getting a break. She insists on keeping hold of Carter day and night. New mom thing I guess. My phone rings. I sigh seeing her number. "Yes?" "How's Carter?" "Fast asleep. Darlin' you aren't supposed to be worrying about her while you're on vacation." "I'm a mom. It's my job to worry." "And it's my job to put your mind at ease. So don't call unless you have a double bacon cheeseburger deluxe with my name on it." She laughs. "Love you and I'm sorry I'm freaking." "It's alright hun. Just enjoy yourself." I get off the phone and hear Carter cry through the baby monitor. I run downstairs to get her and she's screaming. "Whoa baby girl! Definitely got your daddy's lungs!" I gasp, picking her up. "Hush now. Daddy's got ya." I rock her and feed her a bottle. But every time I lay her in her crib, she wakes up and cries. Suddenly she stops crying and stares at me with pitiful puppy dog eyes. She hiccups and reaches her hands up to me. That just about breaks my heart. "Oh sweetheart of course you can sleep upstairs with me. Being alone can be scary huh?" I gasp, picking her up. She whimpers slightly, her little hand gripping to my hair. Poor baby. I take her upstairs to our room and lay her down in there, me laying beside her and rubbing her back. I sing her front porch looking in by Lonestar. Pretty soon she's asleep with her fingers in her mouth. I smile down at my seven week old. I take her picture and send it to Miranda with a funny caption.

Miranda's pov

We had just gotten back to the hotel when I got a text. A picture of Carter asleep in our bed. The caption read, "Ok she can sleep in our room for a little longer. She's got your being pitiful thing down pat." I laugh and show the girls. Oh man I miss holding my baby.

Jason's pov

*the next day*

Carter was playing on her back on the floor with an arch like toy. Things dangled from it that she loved to swat at. I smile while watching her and the game. The door swings open making me jump and Carter cry! Luke! "Dammit Luke you scared Carter!" I gasp, standing up to pick her up. "It's okay baby, daddy's got ya." "Jason ya better read this." He says slapping a People magazine on the coffee table. I stare at it seeing my wife on the cover along with her cousin Steven. Probably some bullshit about being secret lovers. "Ugh dude stop buying into that shit. It's her cousin. I've met him several times." "No you idiot read the article! They caught snippets of a conversation and it wasn't good." I turn to the page it said and start reading. It has her quoted saying, "The tests came back positive." Tests? Tests for what? The last paragraph talks about me always supporting breast cancer through Susan G. Komen. Oh my God. Positive tests results? Does my wife have cancer?!