THIRD PERSON POV
As Hayley stared down at her daughter, love made her heart grow two sizes.
She found joy in her beautiful round eyes and found a sense of purpose holding her tightly.
Hayley looked at her baby thinking of Grayson picking out features of his witch made her smile more
She had finally got her to stop being fussy and decided to lay down herself, forgetting how emotionally taxing a baby can be.
She also didn't have any clue how much damage a restless, angry spirit could do. Thankfully, Hayley was right. He wasn't too angry. Just confused.
Grayson moved around the baby pink crib to stare down at his. . . Daughter.
It didn't seem right to him. That he couldn't take care of her like he planed.
She looks just like him, with a light patch of hair on her head; already in the beginning stages of becoming a little mop. He wondered how Hayley would be able to contain it as she grew up.
It had taken some time but Grayson became confident in his efforts to be able to move throughout this realm seamlessly. He can't quite remember the gun blast, nor can he remember the pain in his neck, but he learned how to adjust to not crossing over to the other 'side,' whatever that may be.
Well, he's now starting to realize somewhere in between feels like forever. He's tried, but no one can see him. He can move things if he tries hard enough, but it hasn't been easy.
The little baby began to stir in her sleep. A pang of anxiety coursed through Grayson's body because he wanted to spend some more time studying her features; spend some more time getting to know her and understand her—now that was going to be ruined because either his presence woke her up or it was something else.
How Hayley were going to come bounding in to put her back to sleep and he would have to make himself scarce in fear of moving something on his own or possibly disturbing them; making it known his soul was still lingering around.
When she began to softly cry and Hayley still didn't come, he sighed morosely. Of course she wouldn't. She was so drained from my death.
Grayson reached above the crib and tapped on one of the little plastic lady bugs that were attached to the mobile above her tiny head.
He never knew a baby could be so small, it was strange to him.
But when her eyes shot open, signifying she was officially awake, she stared directly at him.
"Whoa," he whispered, maintaining eye contact with her.
Not that her eye contact was very good considering she was only a few days old, but he was very aware of the fact that she was looking at him and nothing else.
He stopped messing with the mobile and then decided to do something risky.
Reaching his hand down, Grayson took a few deep breaths and gently placed the pads of his fingers onto the baby's forehead.
The cries stopped almost simultaneously.
"Oh," He murmured, confused.
Evelyn stared up at him with her sweet innocent eyes and tried to focus.
Grayson removed his fingers from her forehead and moved down to her chubby little arms, slowly lifting her right one up and dropping it back down to the crib mattress. Her wailing began again.
"Shit," He cursed, accidentally making her cry harder than when she began.
"Okay, okay." He tried soothing her. When he realized she wouldn't be stopping any time soon, Grayson broke down and decided to pick her up.
She's a bit heavier than anything else he's attempted but trying never hurt anyone.
"Come here, lil thing," he started with a chuckle, reaching down to put his hands underneath of her to lift her up. Even though she's big, Grayson's hands are bigger and it was surprisingly a lot easier than he had anticipated.
"Support her head, Grayson."
He remembered his mother telling him when he held one of his baby cousins about five years ago. He put his right hand underneath her neck and back of her head while holding her close to his body, gently rocking back and forth to calm her down. Soon after, Evelyn stopped crying and Grayson let out a great sigh of relief.
It would only be a few hours before she woke up for good but for now.
Grayson will just hold her and listen to her heartbeat like his once did, slow and somber.
THE END
