“Do you even know how to change a diaper? Make a bottle?” I asked, opening my eyes to a slit to look his way.
“Kinda,” he shrugged. “I’ll make due.”
I wasn’t so sure about the idea of him taking care of the baby. Would he really be able to? Would he do something to make me regret ever letting him into the house?
“I promise I won’t leave or do anything stupid,” he said, knowing what I was thinking. “I promise, Avidya.”
After a moment of thought, I moved to where my head rested on the armrest, my legs pulled up so I wasn’t touching Zach. Of course, that didn’t last long. He took my feet into his lap, his warm hands soothing me as I let my eyes slid closed.
I was out in seconds.
~oOo~
I had been so used to only getting a few minutes of sleep here and there. Maybe half an hour if I was lucky. I knew I slept at least a couple of hours before I woke in a panic. I hadn’t heard the baby. I hadn’t heard Zach move or make a sound.
I couldn’t help but wake up in blind panic. Any parent would do the same.
Opening my eyes and sitting up on the couch, I looked around and found the living room to be empty. The blanket that I assumed Zach covered me with was bunched in my lap.
Where were they? He didn’t take off with my baby, did he?
He couldn’t.
My heart pounded in my chest, way too fast as my breathing grew heavy. Right as I was about go into a full out panic, the front door was pushed open. Zachariah and Krissy stepped inside.
“Feeling better?” Zachariah asked me.
I nodded, afraid to say anything.
My shoulders relaxed as Krissy handed Joshua to me, most likely knowing I was on the verge of panic.
“He was poopy,” Zach explained. “I didn’t want to wake you up, so I asked her…”
“He couldn’t handle the smell,” Krissy laughed. “So he came over for my help.”
I looked between the two, seeing that Zachariah wasn’t too thrilled about having to ask for help.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I put the baby up to my chest. It was the type of laugh that I hadn’t had for a very long time.
“Glad it amuses you,” he grunted with a smile on his lips.
“He did well. He even made a couple of bottles,” Krissy said. “He’s a keeper.”
I gave her a smile, hoping she was right.
Just maybe we would be okay.
