I rocked back and forth on the rocking chair holding my baby in my hands. I glanced around the dim lit room before looking down to my son. My baby. I sighed, and leant back against the dark wood of the chair.
Suddenly, my baby cried. My eyes widened as I tried to see what the source of the noise was. I didn't like it. I didn't want my baby to cry. I sang to my baby, I fed my baby and I changed my baby's nappy after I tried burping him. Nothing stopped him, and I felt scared. I felt his forehead for a temperature, but he was perfectly okay. What was wrong? My heart went into overtime, panicking. I had no one else, it was just me! How can I help when I don't know what's wrong? The cries continued as I searched around the room for inspiration, something to put these terrible sobs to sleep. Every time he released a new set of wails my heart froze, and every time a new tear appeared the pain was as if a razor blade was cutting into my skin, and boiling water leaked into it. I went and turned on the television, but my baby wouldn't look. I walked around my small apartment, but my baby screamed more. I glance at the clock, it had been an hour since my baby had woken up. I let out a sob of desperation, and my baby stopped and stared.
I was crying when I woke up. "Sonny? Sonny!" a voice called, and as I opened my eyes, I noticed the bedside lamp was on, and I could see my boyfriend, Chad Dylan Cooper's dim lit face. His worried expression was enough to set me off again, and I collapsed in his arms, sobbing. Chad sang softly to me, words muttering a lullaby, and every now and again he'd 'hush' me, whispering my name. When the sobs had silenced, he finally looked into my tearstained eyes, wiping away the remnants of the tears with his thumb. "What's wrong, Sunshine?" He asked softly, and I shook my head.
"I dreamt that I had a baby, and I was all alone. My baby wouldn't stop crying, and I was scared, I didn't know what to do." He gathered me in his arms again as tears threatened. "I was so, so scared Chad." I told him, and he lay us down in bed, me pulled into him, my tears dripping off his bare chest. I breathed steadily, getting my control back, and focussed on every little detail to get my attention. I focused on the duvet, and how warm and soft it was. I focussed on Chad's blue pyjama bottoms, and the way I could see a trail of hair poking out in the middle, leading to his belly button. I focused on the shirt of Chad's that I was wearing, and Chad's hand protectively on the bump that lay there. We weren't immature sixteen-year-olds now. We were twenty years old, and prepared. I wriggled in the cage of his arms, and turned so my back was pressed against his front. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hand curling around to my hand, and when we'd linked hands, he brought our intertwined hands to my bump, resting our hands over our baby.
He pressed his lips to my hair. "I love you Sonny Monroe." His voice was full of emotion. "Soon to be Cooper." I giggled. "After four bloody years of loving you, you tease." He chuckled in my ear. "I love our little bump to."
"I love our bump." I smiled. "and I think that you, Mr CDC, Chad Dylan Cooper, are a little bit more that alright." I heard his shocked gasp. "And I love you too."
"Good." He replied, and I heard the smile in his voice. "Now sleep."
Without another word, I obeyed Chad.
In my dream, my baby was smiling. He just wanted his daddy.