it is you like and what makes you feel happy and safe, and hopefully in next week's visit, we can come up with a plan to help you get a safe and happy night's rest," he said smiling.
He wrote out another prescription. It was for the same medicine, but for a higher dose. I hoped it would help my Little One rest. I felt guilty that I had been sleeping like a log, unaware of her distress at night. I was going to have to find a way to fix that.
Chapter 12 - Liars
The new medicine seemed to be helping Emma. She was working more with my momma, and I noticed she was going to bed earlier. I did my best to stay awake and keep an eye on her, but it never surprised me, when I would wake myself in the middle of the night, and she would be in the bathtub, curled up and pouting. After a couple of days of this, I figured out she was in there by midnight and decided to just stay up and see about helping her. I didn't make it, though, and was asleep by eleven o'clock. I felt like such a grandpa, not being able to stay up, but in my defense, my momma had gotten a lot of shipments in, and we had been working like mad.
I set my radio alarm clock for 11:55 p.m., so I would wake up before she moved. At least that was my plan. Unfortunately, that was not how it went down. At 11:55 p.m., the radio clock started blaring out some rap crap, thumping as if the walls would come down, and I knew for sure Clayton had stayed at my place while I had been away.
I bolted upright to Emma screaming and running to the door. She flung it open, darting into the front room, and I found her in the corner, curled in a ball and crying. She flinched when I first touched her, but I ignored it and pulled her into my arms. Once she buried her face into my chest, she seemed to relax a little.
"Hey, Little One, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, you're safe," I whispered to her, rocking her in my arms.
She sobbed quietly, whispering she was sorry every once in a while. She eventually fell asleep with me holding her on the floor of our front room. I looked down at her exhausted, tear-stained face and decided it would be best if I just sat there and toughed it out for the night. My Little One needed some rest.
The next morning, I woke up stretched out on the floor, with Emma curled up and sound asleep against my chest like a cat. My arms were holding her in place, and her back was against the wall I had been leaning on. She was squished, but she seemed content and still asleep, which was a rare thing when the sun was up. She must have really been exhausted.
I carefully picked her up, trying to keep my groaning to a minimum. My back was freaking killing me. Whoever said sleeping on a stiff board helped your back was a liar. L. I. A. R. Liar, I tell you, because my body was darned near killing me. I tucked my Little One into her bed and went to the bathroom, looking for some painkillers. I knocked back a couple of her girl pills, because that was the only painkillers we had, and then I stretched, trying to crack my back. It popped several times as I groaned. I looked over at my shower and decided to hop into it and let some hot water work its magic.
I rolled my shoulders, moaning as my muscles relaxed. After a few minutes, I got out to brush my teeth and start the day. I was sure my momma was wondering where we were, and I wasn't about to wake up Emma. I had just wiped my mouth, when Emma came flying into the bathroom and threw herself into my arms, wrapping herself around me like a baby monkey and hiding her face in my chest, not even bothering to notice I was only wearing a towel. I could feel her wet tears and hear her sobs, so I knew something was up.
"Dude! Man, I'm so sorry!" I heard Clayton yell from my front room. I could only guess he had startled her. I held on to her and carried her out to the front room, where Clayton was standing sheepishly. "Momma sent me to check on you guys. I didn't mean to scare her. It's just hard to get used to the whole
He wrote out another prescription. It was for the same medicine, but for a higher dose. I hoped it would help my Little One rest. I felt guilty that I had been sleeping like a log, unaware of her distress at night. I was going to have to find a way to fix that.
Chapter 12 - Liars
The new medicine seemed to be helping Emma. She was working more with my momma, and I noticed she was going to bed earlier. I did my best to stay awake and keep an eye on her, but it never surprised me, when I would wake myself in the middle of the night, and she would be in the bathtub, curled up and pouting. After a couple of days of this, I figured out she was in there by midnight and decided to just stay up and see about helping her. I didn't make it, though, and was asleep by eleven o'clock. I felt like such a grandpa, not being able to stay up, but in my defense, my momma had gotten a lot of shipments in, and we had been working like mad.
I set my radio alarm clock for 11:55 p.m., so I would wake up before she moved. At least that was my plan. Unfortunately, that was not how it went down. At 11:55 p.m., the radio clock started blaring out some rap crap, thumping as if the walls would come down, and I knew for sure Clayton had stayed at my place while I had been away.
I bolted upright to Emma screaming and running to the door. She flung it open, darting into the front room, and I found her in the corner, curled in a ball and crying. She flinched when I first touched her, but I ignored it and pulled her into my arms. Once she buried her face into my chest, she seemed to relax a little.
"Hey, Little One, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, you're safe," I whispered to her, rocking her in my arms.
She sobbed quietly, whispering she was sorry every once in a while. She eventually fell asleep with me holding her on the floor of our front room. I looked down at her exhausted, tear-stained face and decided it would be best if I just sat there and toughed it out for the night. My Little One needed some rest.
The next morning, I woke up stretched out on the floor, with Emma curled up and sound asleep against my chest like a cat. My arms were holding her in place, and her back was against the wall I had been leaning on. She was squished, but she seemed content and still asleep, which was a rare thing when the sun was up. She must have really been exhausted.
I carefully picked her up, trying to keep my groaning to a minimum. My back was freaking killing me. Whoever said sleeping on a stiff board helped your back was a liar. L. I. A. R. Liar, I tell you, because my body was darned near killing me. I tucked my Little One into her bed and went to the bathroom, looking for some painkillers. I knocked back a couple of her girl pills, because that was the only painkillers we had, and then I stretched, trying to crack my back. It popped several times as I groaned. I looked over at my shower and decided to hop into it and let some hot water work its magic.
I rolled my shoulders, moaning as my muscles relaxed. After a few minutes, I got out to brush my teeth and start the day. I was sure my momma was wondering where we were, and I wasn't about to wake up Emma. I had just wiped my mouth, when Emma came flying into the bathroom and threw herself into my arms, wrapping herself around me like a baby monkey and hiding her face in my chest, not even bothering to notice I was only wearing a towel. I could feel her wet tears and hear her sobs, so I knew something was up.
"Dude! Man, I'm so sorry!" I heard Clayton yell from my front room. I could only guess he had startled her. I held on to her and carried her out to the front room, where Clayton was standing sheepishly. "Momma sent me to check on you guys. I didn't mean to scare her. It's just hard to get used to the whole
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