"Jessie, baby, please stop crying," Amanda begged her daughter. She was on the verge of crying herself. The blonde had no idea why the baby was crying; she'd just been fed and changed her, won't go down for a nap, or play with her favorite toy. Amanda loved her daughter with her whole heart, but when it came to some things, she felt less than competent as a mother.
She sighed when the baby let out an ear piercing wail. "Jessie," she crooned, bouncing the child softly. "Sweet girl.. calm down. Please?"
Her phone went off in her back pocket, signaling an incoming call. The sound made Jessie cry louder. Amanda groaned, shifting the baby from one arm to the other and she pulled her phone out, answering it quickly.
"Hello?" She answered, annoyed.
"Amanda? Is everything okay?" She heard her boss ask on the other end.
"Yeah, Liv. Jessie's just cryin'." She replies, bouncing the baby gently once more. The cries have died down shaky whimpers, but with any sudden noise or movement, could erupt back into wails.
"I was just calling to let you know there's a couple of 5's that need your signature. From the Crestmond case and the Rowan case... But you sound busy so I'll wait until-"
"No, I can come sign them. Let me just figure out what I'm going to do with Jessie and I'll be over there."
"Why don't I just bring them to you?"
As much as Amanda didn't want that, she couldn't deny that it was for the best. She reluctantly agreed and when they hung up, she looked down at her daughter who had tears streaming down her face. Surprisingly, she'd stopped crying. Amanda went to set her down on her playmat, but as soon as her bottom touched the floor, she broke out in screams again.
Amanda let out a little cry this time too.
She texted Olivia, telling her to just walk in when she got there, wanting to avoid anything that could set the baby off. So when the older woman made her way inside, she stood up, still bouncing the upset little girl on her hip.
"Oh, what's wrong, sweet girl?" Olivia cooed, taking the baby from Amanda and handing the blonde the DD5's in need of her signature. "She's still crying? It's been like half an hour." Olivia questioned, brushing thin blonde curls away from Jessie's face.
"I can't figure out why she's crying. She doesn't have colic, she's not in need of a diaper change, she won't sleep, she's not hungry.. It's driving me crazy."
Olivia hummed, puzzled. She looked at the baby's face as she cried, and it clicked. "She's cutting teeth." She states, eyeing the extremely faint white spot on the little girl's bottom gum.
"What? How? She's barely four months old."
"Babies can get their first teeth as soon as three months," Olivia smiled reassuringly, handing the baby back to Amanda. She walked into the kitchen and found a soft, clean cloth. She opened the freezer and grabbed a medium sized piece of ice and wrapped the cloth around it.
Amanda watched, amazed as the older woman put the cold material to her daughter's lips. The baby sucked on it curiously, and after a few moments, stopped crying.
"Oh my god," Amanda muttered. "I could kiss you."
Olivia arched a brow, smiling deviously, "How about just give me those 5's and we'll talk about that another time."
Amanda blushed deeply, not knowing what to say as Olivia made her way out of the apartment. She looked down at her silent baby, sucking away at the cold cloth, and sighed.
At least Olivia didn't run away in disgust.
