I wasn’t going to attempt to troubleshoot through text messages, so I called her.
“What do you mean you can’t see anything?” I asked when she picked up.
“When I tap the notification, it takes me to the video clip, which is nothing but a black screen for the entire clip,” she explained.
“How many times has that happened?”
“I don’t know. More than five, less than twenty,” she guessed.
“What does the live feed show?”
She was silent for a few seconds, I assumed while she navigated to that screen. “A black screen.”
I had no idea what the problem could be, and since I didn’t have admin access like Judge did, there wasn’t much I could do to help her remotely. Sure, I could have told her to call the support line, but I didn’t want to pass up an opportunity to see her.
“Do you want me to come over and see what’s going on?” I offered.
“Oh, no,” she started. “I couldn’t—”
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I said, repeating the words she said to me the day I met her.
She laughed lightly. “It’s up to you. I’m not going to say no, but please don’t go out of your way or make a special trip.”
“Make sure you lock the doors and set your alarm. I’m leaving now.”
“I will. Thanks, Grant.”
“No problem. I’ll be there soon,” I said, already on my way out the door.
I didn’t realize she’d already started babysitting until she opened the door with a crying infant in her arms.
I cringed and glanced at my bike. “Did I wake him?”
“No, he woke up crying right after we got off the phone, but I haven’t figured out what’s wrong yet. He’s not hungry, and I just changed his diaper.”
“I’m pretty good with babies. Want me to try?” I asked and held out my hands.
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes, please.”
I took the little guy into my arms and cradled him against my chest underneath my cut. Then, right beside his ear, I made a clicking sound by flicking the nail on my index finger with my thumbnail. Kalen stopped crying within the first minute and his eyes started to droop within the second.
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but keep doing it,” she whispered.
“Where’s his bed?” I whispered back.
“Follow me.”
I continued clicking my nails next to his ear while she showed me to his room. Then, I carefully placed him in his bed and tiptoed out with Blakely right behind me.
“How did you do that?” she asked excitedly.
“I can’t tell you; it’s a secret,” I smirked.
“I’ll give you the lemonade recipe.”
I laughed. “Oh, now you want to trade?”
“Yes. Your magic baby trick for my lemonade recipe,” she stated and held out her hand for me to shake.
