Faye

Waking up to the sound of a baby cry, smiling at the sight while still being half asleep, I say, “Why don’t you hand me one of them.”

Not long after Michael starts crying so he hands him over as well; holding in my laugh at how freaked out he is but he hears it anyways and playful glares at me. He kisses my forehead before getting me something to eat. 

Once he leaves, and a few minutes later, the pack doctor comes in; “Is it morning or night?”, I ask.

“Of my gash, Faye, please don’t do that again.”, she states out, while holding her chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”, I tell her while feeling slightly embarrassed.

“So what was the question?&rd