"I love you Mr. Shepard."

Thirty Four

February 14 ~ 6 weeks old.

"Come on Waye, calm down!" Sam whined to his screaming infant.

His little legs kicked as he wailed, his face getting red as Sam tried to soothe him. He didn't want to wake Jessica yet. He bounced the baby softly and the baby became louder. He walked upstairs to find Jessica passed out on the bed, she looked so peaceful. Her face scrunched up when she heard her wailing baby.

"Hand him to me." She said without opening her eyes and holding her arms out.

The baby stopped crying immediately when Jessica held him closely to her chest.

"Magic." She mumbled.

"He knows how wonderful you are."

"Or he knows I'll feed him." She said opening an eye and looking at him. Sam laughed and grabbed his neck.

"I don't know why he hates me."

"He doesn't, babies are dependent on their mothers."

"Abby loved me holding her."

"They're different babies hunny." She said finally sitting up with the baby.

He sat beside her and sighed.

"I just want him to like me too."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"What do you say about dropping off Abby at Susan's and us going out tonight?"

"I don't know the baby still needs to be fed often."

"That's why he can go with us."

Jessica smiled widely and nodded her head.

"Alright, But we have to go to the obgyn in an hour."