Trouble

|Chapter Six| Morning Bride

[Morning Bride]: I have lost all

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Mia 1, Connor 3

A kid was on his tiptoes, his hands clenching the sides of the vintage chic crib, staring at the baby inside. He was watching her sleep soundlessly as if he'd never seen a baby before, and really, he couldn't recall seeing one from up close.

For him, she was like a baby toy that came with its stuff in one package - some dresses, a milk bottle, and yada yada, that he never liked to play with, except now he couldn't wait for her to wake up.

He kept watching her suck on her thumb and at one point she almost eat her whole tiny little fist. He couldn't decide whether it was cute or scary. Did he do this too when he was just one?

"Connor, baby," he heard a voice behind him and started to turn around reluctantly. He didn't want to miss the moment she opened her eyes.

It was his mother, tall like a model, way younger than his Father, and stunning. She was dressed in her favorite color - pink, her blond hair resting on her shoulders, her red lips turned into a smile, though her green eyes, similar to his, looked... bored. She called him over to her in a whisper and a delicate move of her hand.

"We need to leave. Let's go and say bye to Sophie." His mother said lazily, making him shake his head no and pout unhappily.

He really wanted to see the baby wake up. It was his first time seeing her and he was so excited... unlike her, who'd been sleeping FOR HOURS!

"Nooo, I want to see."

"What?" His Mother asked confused but didn't even give him time to answer. "Come on, she's not going to wake up any time soon, and we need to go get some new clothes to drive your Daddy crazy."

"Mommy, no! I want to play. She so little."

"We'll visit tomorrow, too, Connor. She's not going to go anywhere, come." His mother encouraged him over with a smile, but he was too stubborn to comply.

He'd been waiting for her to wake up for three hours already. How could she sleep so much? Maybe that's why she had fat pink cheeks and sausage fingers.

"No!" He said again stubbornly, and as if on cue he heard the baby stir behind him.

Turning around he faced two big brown eyes staring back at him. For a second it felt like the baby was not even breathing. She was just staring at him with giant eyes and pouting lips, studying the foreign face next to her bed.

Connor kept looking at her too, ignoring his mother's scolding. After a second or two, he decided to give her a smile. However, the second his lips turned into a huge friendly grin, hers opened in a terrific shriek.