When The Stars Align

Chapter 77

I opened my eyes in the dark still not believing he was crying again. It seemed like the little time he'd let us sleep wasn't even enough. Three weeks of not sleeping a whole night straight, ever since Tyler came back home. Nothing new to me though, I was expecting for it to happen. As a zombie, I slipped out of bed and went to Tyler's crib. I rocked him a bit. I had to do that so many times a night that I could do it in the dark already, I knew every single corner of our room by heart. With a hand on his tiny body I rocked him gently, but he wasn't giving up.

"I can't believe he's crying again." James said in an extremely sleepy voice.

"I'm trying." I said. He turned the light on and sat on the bed, I looked at him and he was barely keeping his eyes opened. James was having a hard time getting used to the baby schedules, that with the fact that he left every morning to the studio didn't help.

"Maybe he needs to be changed?" James suggested. I was already picking him up in my arms.

"Yeah, I am going to do that. Can you hold him a bit please?" I asked and he nodded. The second I put Tyler in his arms he offered him a tired smile. James was coping with it better than I thought he would. First he was totally in love with Tyler and second he'd learn fast all baby tricks he needed to know, and when he was home he was very tender and caring and even helpful. Though he was tired, exhausted even, he'd always showed wiliness to help me. "Hey buddy..." I heard him talking to Tyler while I picked up what I needed to change his diaper. I didn't need to be looking at him to know that he was smiling at our baby boy. "How do you rock n' roll all night? Uh? How do you do it? Daddy can't do it!" He said, making me giggle.

"OK, give him back to me." I said, laying Tyler down on our bed. By the corner of my eye I saw James subsiding to his sleep even if the light was on and Tyler was still crying at the top of his lungs. When I was done, I decided to leave the room, so I could, at least, let James sleep peacefully for a while.

I took Tyler to the living room, downstairs, where the sound of his crying could be muffled a bit, Sarah was also sleeping upstairs and I wanted her to rest well. She needed to. First I walked around the living room with him against my shoulder, which worked for quite some time because the little fellow stopped crying, but his eyes were opened. Tyler was giving no signs of sleeping. I grabbed him with both my hands and brought his face close to mine, his little blue eyes wide opened made me smile.

"How about some sleep Mr. Tyler Hetfield? That would be nice baby, because mom would like to sleep a bit." He frowned and I giggled. "No? You don't know what I'm saying...watching the living room is much more interesting right?" I put him back against my shoulder and continued to walk around the dining table. Then tired of walking, I sat on the carpet and put Tyler on the couch, his eyes still opened. "How do you manage it? Babies your age are supposed to sleep a lot! Guess mommy had a pretty rough pregnancy wasn't it? Nervous all the time...I am sorry sweetie..." I kissed his forehead and intoxicated me with his baby smell. "I love your smell. Mommy buys good stuff for the baby, doesn't she?" I looked at him and Tyler was really quiet hearing me talking to him. I watched him in silence for a while, he had grown up a bit and put on some weight, though still so little, his face was showing some traces. "Yeah...your father is right, you do look like me, but you have his eyes. Beautiful eyes like daddy, but, as he can't hear us, I hope you don't get his temper." I shushed. "Uncle Lars is right you know, daddy can get grumpy sometimes, but you'll find out about that."

"I heard that." James's voice behind me made me jump. I looked back at him and I giggled. "What are you saying to my son behind my back?" He smiled. "Mommy is lying to you Tyler; don't believe a single word she's saying." He said sitting on the floor by my side and grabbing one of Tyler's hands.