Stampys POV
It was the middle of the night when I got woken up by Sqaisheys son. My son. My Kendall. Sqaishey was out like a light. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. She was curled up in a ball, her light brown hair covering her face. Every few seconds her chest would rise up then go back down again. I placed a gentle kiss on the side of her face and slowly slipped off the messy bed, trying my best not to wake her. She needed to get some sleep. The last few days has been a struggle for her. I couldn't even begin the imagine the type of stuff that she has been though...From being forced to do multiple things with her 'boyfriend', to giving brith to a flipping child, and now, getting abused by her dad. How did she cope with that kind of stuff?
I sighed to myself and turned my attention to Kendall. He was screaming so loudly I was shocked that nobody had woken up yet. I carefully picked him up from out of his blanket bed and stared down at him. It has been two weeks since he came into this cruel, cruel world. He was around two months early so he was tiny! The whole of his body, from the very top of his scalp to the very bottom of his toes most likely measured at around twenty centimetre's. Not long in the slightest. I really wanted to go and get him checked out of the hospital yet Sqaishey was terrified of the questions that they would ask her.
How did you get pregnant?
How old are you?
Where did you give birth?
Who is the biological farther?
Even the person who had the less sympathy in the world couldn't blame her. Nobody couldn't blame Sqaishey for being scared of getting into trouble with the law. Although she probably wouldn't. It would be Aron getting all the fines and lawsuits. Yet for him to actually get a lawsuit he would have to go to court. Which meant Sqaishey would have to go to court as well...I could imagine her, sitting by the massive wooden desk that they have there, sobbing her eyes out...being forced to explain everything that happened on that night.
How on earth was she going to do it? She felt scared talking to me about it! So talking to a random person that she has never met before, as well as a few other people that was in the jury, about a personal situation...How was that going to go down? All she would do is sob...She would only be able to muster out a few words in between her cries. I would be there. If Aron did go to court and Sqaishey had to be there with him then I would go with her. No matter what I would support her.
Speaking of crying, in the last few minites Kendals cries had gotten even louder. I carried him out of the bedroom, though the mutiple hallways, and into the living room. He was still screaming at the top of his lungs. I walked into the kicthen and started to make him a bottle of warm milk which was practially the only thing that he was able to eat. Techinally drink. It was full fat but I had a feeling that it wasn't doing anything for him. He hadn't grown at all, he was still bright pink and he basically looked the exact same as he did when he was born. Maybe I could try and get Sqaishey to start...Breastfeeding? I know she would deny but...There was no point in not trying, right?
Breastmilk was apparenlty much more better than the full fat milk that you brought in shops. It was much more healthy than the shop milk. It was also free. It would save a lot of money. Money tht could be spent on other stuff for Kendal. Stuff like clothes, toys, and a bed. We still needed to get a bed. Kendal couldn't spend the first few years of his life sleeping on nothing but a blanket! I wrapped a thin strand of his brown, curly hair around my pinky finger, making him open his eyes and stare at me. He was still crying like mad which gave a glazed over effect.
For the thirty seconds that it took to warm the liquid up Kendall closed his eyes and cried louder than ever before. Full blown sheriks came out of his mouth while tears rolled down the side of his perfectly smooth face. I rocked him from side to side, humming any childrens song that I could think of to calm him down. No matter what I did though he still wouldn't stop crying until I took the bottle out of the microwave and feed it to him. Honestly I was a little bit scared that he would burn the inside of his tounge from all the hot liquid. I hadn't checked it to make sure that it was cool enough for him to drink.
