P.S. I Think I Like You

Chapter 2

I walk across the hall to Charlotte's room. I open the door and walk in. Once the door is closed, I turn on the light. I pick Charlotte up. She cries into my shoulder as I bounce her up and down.

As she starts to calm down, I sit in the rocking chair that is in her room, and rock her.

She lays in my arms with eyes open looking at me. I talk to her to try and get her to sleep again, but it doesn't work.

Finally, I get up with her still in my arms and grab a blanket. I wrap Charlotte up because she was shivering. I clutch her to my chest and soon she stops. I turn off the light and open the door. The house is lighter than I thought. I glance in my room at my clock. 4:32. How long was I up?

I walk down the stairs and go to the kitchen. I set Charlotte in her high chair and she places both hands on the tray. It looks like she knows she's getting something.

I grab a empty bottle out of the dishwasher, and place it on the counter. Charlotte's eyes widen a bit. I walk over to the pantry and open the door. I walk in and look back. Charlotte has peeked her head to see me.

"Smart. For a 2-year old!" I laugh.

I grab the baby mix and put it next to the bottle, and go to the fridge to get the milk.

Once the mix is done and the bottle cap is on, I hand the bottle to Charlotte, who's eyes are almost bugged eyed!

She finishes the bottle in less than 5 minutes.

"Hungry Char?" I ask. She blinks. She puts the empty bottle on the tray. I take it and rinse it.

I pick her back up and make sure the blanket is still covering her. I bounce her in case she has to burp, but she doesn't.

I walk out of the kitchen and walk up the stairs. I turn into the hallway that goes to Char's room. Once I'm in her room, I close the door and turn the light back on. On a little table is a clock. It reads 5:16.

"Longer than we thought Char, huh." I say. She keeps her head on my shoulder.

I lay Charlotte in her crib. Her eyes are shut tight. I lean into the crib and place a kiss on her forehead, turn off the light, and leave the room.

I turn around from shutting the door, and run into my 5-year old brother Luke.

"Luke, why are you up so early?" I ask. He rubs his eyes.

"I had a nightmare." He clutches his blanket.

"Can you not fall back asleep?"

"No. I tried." he slurs his words.

"Ok. Well, come with me." I hold out my hand and he grabs it. I walk to my room and close the door.

"Go get under the covers." He obeys. I grab my phone off the dresser and bring it to my bed. I get in under the covers. Luke scoots closer to me and I wrap my arm around him. He sets his head on my chest and closes his eyes.

I scratch Luke's arm to try and calm him. All the while, I look on my Instagram account.

10 minutes later, Luke is fast asleep. I set my phone on my bedside table, scoot under the covers more, and close my eyes. I pray that I will have a good sleep without any nightmares!