Justin?
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She sat on the rocking chair in Ava’s room. The curtains allowed some dim street and sky light to cast a gently glow over the pink and white furniture. Amora sunk into the cushions and held a colourless drink in her hand. Her lips took a gingerly sip as her weary eyes half payed attention to her daughter’s little chest rising and falling. Tilting to one side her head and her eyes surrendered to sleep. Her limp hand dropped the almost empty glass onto the carpet.
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I think I’m having some post-pregnancy depression.
I’m just going to take a walk.
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I'll give you a nickle to tickle Stark's pickle.
AnonymousI’d rather not. I heard his jar’s rusty.
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Colic.
Colic, the doctor said. It sounded, for a short moment like something much more serious when Amora heard it. He’d provided and demonstrated a list of many things for them to do as natural treatment. They sounded strange yet simple. White noise. A pacifier. And so on. They picked up a few things at the pharmacy down stairs before going home. Amora looked back at their daughter in the backseat. Her eyes wide open. Ava seemed content with her binky.
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*comes back dressed and takes the baby* I’ll meet you downstairs. *kisses his cheek and heads downstairs to put on her coat*
*goes back to their room and changed quickly before walking down the stairs.* She still hasn’t stopped?
*gently rocks Ava all bundled up* I think it’s a little better but, no, she hasn’t stopped. *frowns and kisses the baby’s forehead, holding her own coat over her arm*
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*hears the cry through the house, it’s impossible not to hear. He yelled out.* Please tell me that’s not a baby crying.
Shhh. We have to be quiet. Daddy can’t know you’re awake. Oh. *kisses her forehead*
You’re just sleepy. *starts humming softly and gently stroking her head*
*rolls out of bed and walks to her room.* Sleep was a stupid idea.
*frowns* Does something hurt? What is it? I just fed you before you slept.
*takes Ava from her and starts patting her back.* Did you burp her?
Before she slept… but- I don’t know. I think there’s something wrong.
Maybe we should take her to the hospital…
… *nods and starts pulling out an extra sweater, mittens, shoes, and a hat*
That seems logical.
shhh…shhhh. *rocks her back and forth gently.* Please stop…
*starts trying to dress Ava, despite her moving around. She’s almost pouting*
*yawns and stops moving her so she can dress her.* You’re okay…you’re okay…shhh…
Ava sweetie… it’ll be fine. *puts on her hat and goes to their room to quickly get dressed herself*
*holds her close enough though she’s screaming in his ear.* you’re gonna make me start crying.
*comes back dressed and takes the baby* I’ll meet you downstairs. *kisses his cheek and heads downstairs to put on her coat*
