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Shaylynn seemed to never sleep. Myra had her evidence of it when Shaylynn called Myra in the middle of the night. She sounded as if she was bouncing off the walls.
"Myra, I have the most amazing news!" Shaylynn said, a little too energetic for a normal person
"You say that every time but is it worth it to wake me up when I have a kid to do that for me?" yawned Myra.
"I got you a role in the newest Star Wars movie!" She exclaimed, ignoring Myra's question. "George Lucas gave me a call and he wants you to play a character. I haven't got much more information than that but he wants to know what you said."
"I'll do it," agreed Myra.
"Great! I'll call him and tell him. Now, go to bed," Shaylynn said and they hung up.
Myra returned to bed where she slept until eight -- the longest she had slept in weeks. Michael was already up judging by his absence from the bed.
Myra didn't both to change and left the bedroom. She didn't both to shut the door. She went down the hall and down a set of stairs to the living room.
Michael was walking around, holding Prince. He had grown a lot over the last few months. His brown hair already started curling, showing what he inherited from both of his parents.
He made a noise of what Myra guessed was happiness when he saw her. He smiled a wide toothless grin, his arms stretching to her. Michael switched Prince to her.
"Good morning," Michael smiled.
"Good morning to you too. How come you didn't wake me?" She asked as she bounced her son lightly in her arms.
"You looked tired so I didn't want to disturb you. Prince started crying and you didn't wake up and he wouldn't go back to sleep. What did Shaylynn call about?" Michael recalled.
"She got me a part in a Star Wars movie," shrugged Myra.
"Do you like Star Wars?" Michael asked.
"You say me down and made me watch them," reminded Myra with an amused look. "but yeah, I liked them. I still believe that Han shot first."
"So you're doing it?" He asked again.
"Of course I'm doing it. It's Star Wars. You would be stupid not too," laughed Myra. "Did you feed Prince already?"
"He wouldn't eat for me," sighed Michael.
"Do you still have the bottle?" She questioned and he grabbed the bottle left on the table.
She put the bottle to his mouth in hopes he would take it. He held the bottle in his small hands with Myra keeping it propped up for him. He continued to look around even as his main focus was the bottle.
Prince finished what was rest of the half of a bottle left from the day before. She sat on the floor and pulled out the bag of building blocks that Anaya had given them.
Prince sat on her legs, leaning back against Myra. She showed him the colors red and blue and let him hold one of them. He dropped it but attempted to bring it back to him but without success.
Myra held the toy for him as he chewed on the blue block. He seemed a little sad when she took it away to add it to the little castle she was building with them.
She did her best to engage Prince in the activity. She helped him place the blocks where he wanted. She was so caught up with playing with him she didn't notice that Michael was sat in the chair and watching them with a small smile.
He eventually joined them. He sat cross-legged on the floor, adding blocks to the figure. Prince enjoyed having them both there judging by his excited squeals.
They spent most of the day playing with Prince. They played with the stuffed animals, but his favorite at the moment seemed to be his stuffed bear Shaylynn bought him when Myra left the hospital.
Around noon Prince grew sleepy. Michael put him down for a nap before he returned. He joined her on the floor to clean up the blocks and put them back in their bag.
Myra washed the bottle and set it out to dry. She returned to the living room to sit beside Michael. Both of them were still in their pajamas.
"I'm glad we had a kid," she commented as she leaned against his shoulder.
"I wouldn't have a kid with anybody else," he smiled as his arm draped over her shoulders.
"Neither would I. My mom, when ahe came over, she was against me having a kid with you. She said we wasn't ready," recalled Myra. "Well, I thought we were ready and made sure she knew it."
Michael only laughed. In that moment he felt lucky. If he hadn't have chosen her at those auditions all those years ago, he wouldn't be where he was then. He wouldn't have married a woman who made him happy.
