“Coffee. Coffee coffee coffee.”
Connor looked up from his sketchbook as his sister-in-law walked, no stumbled was a better description, into the kitchen. He couldn’t quite stop his smile. “Do you want a cup of coffee by chance?”
“No, Connor,” she said, a near whimper in her voice. “I need coffee. And more like a vat than a cup.”
He laughed, and she turned a glare on him. “Glad you think it’s funny. Maybe you want to stay up rocking miss whinypants all night and see if you’re laughing.”
He held up a hand in surrender. Maybe this hadn’t been a good time to visit his brother. “Is that any way to talk about your sweet baby girl?”
She dropped into the chair across from him and laid her head on the table. “I’m just so tired, Connor. I think I’ve gotten five hours of sleep in the last few days.”
Concerned, he moved closer to her. “Is she sleeping now? Maybe you could get a nap.” He’d thought waiting a couple weeks would mean they’d have gotten into a routine, but what did he know about babies? He hadn’t even been two when his baby sister had been born. He had younger cousins but didn’t remember spending too much time around them as babies.
Kayla shook her head. “Adrian’s sitting with her. She quieted for her daddy nearly right away.”
Connor was glad she couldn’t see his smile this time. “Mom says that’s how Dory was too. Daddy’s girl from day one.” And her death had nearly destroyed their father, not to mention their family unit.
Kayla did lift her head then. “Is your family really okay with it? That we named her that? Your mom said-”
“Mom doesn’t lie,” he told her. “It was still too soon when Rian’s daughter and then Darcie’s girls were born. But it’s past time her name held more than pain. They all understand that.” He squeezed her hand. “Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll spell Adrian so he can join you. Being here alone is the only way I can get my hands on my niece anyway.”
She didn’t fight him on that. He closed his sketchbook and headed up the steps toward the baby’s room. This wasn’t what he’d planned when he’d decided to stop over. But, if he could give his brother and Kayla the break they needed right now, maybe it was what he needed, too.
Today’s Just Jot It January prompt was “coffee” by Barbara. I wasn’t exactly sure where this was going to go after the beginning. And I am so glad those days are behind us now(my youngest is 7 now). But, I do remember those sleepless nights and breaking down when my son was about 3 weeks old because I was just so tired.