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“I saw you park. Come in.” I glanced at him as I slipped past; his hair was sticking up in every direction, and he had a shell-shocked look about him. I almost laughed, but a keening wail caught my attention, and I quickly shoved my laptop bag into his hands and ran up the stairs.
In the living room area near the sofa was a small white bassinet, and I rushed to it, setting my coffee mug on the side table and shrugging out of my jacket. After tossing it to the couch, I went for Devon.
“It’s okay, sweet baby. It’s okay. Aunt Davina is here. Come here, honey. It’s okay.” I cooed at him as I curled him against my chest. He continued to cry, but his tears slowly began to subside as I whispered to him and kissed the top of his head, rocking slowly.
“Get a bottle for him,” I said as I glanced over my shoulder. Trevor was standing at the top of the stairs, his jaw hanging open as he stared at me. “What?”
“How did you do that?”
I rubbed Devon’s back, patting it softly, and he let out a burp and fidgeted against my chest. “Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay.” I stared at Trevor. “How did I do what?”
“Get him to quiet down so damn fast?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Get a bottle for him.”
He quickly set my laptop bag to the side and hustled into his kitchen area. There were baby things spread all over the counters, and I chuckled to myself. It looked like my apartment when I’d first brought Devon home.
Devon continued to cry softly and wiggled against me as I waited. The minute Trevor had the formula in the bottle, he came toward me, a look of awe in his eyes. I took the bottle while adjusting Devon in my arms and then rubbed the nipple against his lips. He latched on immediately and began to suck.
Trevor stepped closer, and I glanced up at his face. He was staring at Devon, shaking his head. “I’m serious, how did you do that? I’ve tried to feed him four different times, and not once would he take the bottle.”
I pulled the bottle away from Devon’s lips, and he started to cry immediately. “Here, you take Devon, and let’s see if we can change that.”
“But he’s crying again.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just take Devon.”
He sighed, but took hold of the baby, holding him stiffly. “Go sit down with him.”
“Where?”
“On the couch,” I pointed, and he took Devon to the couch and sat down as he began to wail again. I handed him the bottle, and he tried to get Devon to take it, but Devon refused.
“See, he doesn’t like me!” Trevor growled.
“Oh, come on.” I took hold of Devon and pulled him against my chest again, and then held my hand out for the bottle. The moment I put the nipple to his mouth, he latched on again.
I frowned down at Devon as Trevor spoke. “You sure you don’t want to take him home with you? He likes you much better than me.”
Chapter Five
Trevor
Iwas at my wit's end. I’d never been so stressed in my life. Put me into the middle of a battlefield with guns firing all around me and I could think perfectly clear. Put a baby in my arms, and I was a total idiot.
I had tried everything, and nothing was working. Lexi had been kind enough to not only pick up a car seat, but a small baby bed and some other important things like more bottles. My kitchen looked like an IED filled with baby paraphernalia had gone off with baby shit all over the place.
When Devon wouldn’t quiet down, and I was ready to throw my hands up in the air and run screaming, I finally did what I said I wasn’t going to do. I picked up the phone and called Davina. Maybe she could calm him down or at least show me what I was doing wrong.
I paced by the front window as Devon continued to scream, and I was thankful that I was an end unit, and my neighbor downstairs was an old woman who was very hard of hearing. The one on the other side of me worked nights. If I’d had other neighbors, they probably would have called the cops for a noise disturbance. Jesus, how did people deal with this?
I watched her car pull up and turned back to Devon. “Backup is here, little dude. Hold on.” I took the stairs quickly and yanked open the door. She jumped back, her eyes wide.
When she stepped in, she paused momentarily, then practically threw a heavy shoulder bag at me before rushing up the stairs. By the time I got to the top landing, she had Devon in her arms, and he was already quieting down.
I stared at her, completely in awe. “How did you do that?”
She was rubbing his back and spoke softly to the baby before looking at me. “How did I do what?”
