"Uaaaaaa! Waaaaaah! Waaaa!"
Only slightly after three hours, my son's loud cry spread through the Lord's quarters like an alarm for dinner. I rushed out of the bedroom with wet hair and nothing but a bathrobe covering my body.
What a timing, my son.
"I'm here!" I went straight to the bassinet, where my baby was trashing around and throwing my blanket in a tantrum. "I'm here, baby!"
Ah, at this point, I had no idea whether I should laugh or cry. Shwa cried as hard as he did when I just returned, and the green eyes were looking at me full of betrayal.
This time, I didn't even need Natha to translate things for me. "Pfft--do you think I was trying to deceive you?" I patted the wailing baby and swayed him in my arms. "I just wanted you to feel me while you were sleeping, baby. Look, I'm still here, ain't I?"
"Waaaaah! Waaaah!"
