This #WritingWednesday I struggle with what to write.
My mind is very distracted.
I am concerned for my father's health.
I am thinking of my sister and her husband during their time of loss.
I also find myself thinking of Cst. Woodall today. He is a police officer who lost his life in the line of duty in our city. Today is his memorial and funeral. And outstanding show of support for his family by our city. Our various protectors came out to line our streets and show their support. Read more about that with CTV.
So, here is a little something I wrote for another project. I hope you enjoy.
'I hope that doesn't wake the baby,' she thinks to herself. No sooner than she thinks it, the wailing begins.
"Shoot," she breaths. She turns and goes to the baby's room, abandoning the idea of changing her shirt. If she calms the baby quickly enough she can make herself another tea and read her book.
When she walks into the baby's room, the motion sensor turns on the soft night light so she can see where she is stepping.
"Shhhh," she whispers, "hush now baby. Momma's here." She reaches over the crib railing and starts to rub the baby's hair and forehead. The baby whimpers in response. She smiles, pleased that she made it before it was too late and there would be no hope of comforting her baby boy. She knows not to leave too soon and starts to sing a lullaby. Suddenly the room lights up. She pauses, waiting, hoping that the clap of thunder is not so near or so loud. The storm must be right over the house because the thunder that follows only takes a moment and shakes the crib. Her baby boy opens his eyes wide with fear and takes a deep breath before letting it all out. A tear rolls down her cheek as she reaches in the crib to pick him up. There will be no putting him down in the crib again tonight.
"It's ok my baby," she tries to soothe him. She rubs his tiny back and begins to pace the room. He gasps for air and quivers with each exhalation. The room lights again and clings her baby boy closer to her chest. The thunder continues to shake the house. Even her little house creaks under the pressure.
When the next lightening strikes, so soon after, she hears crackling in another room of the house. She jumps, her heart racing. The thunder makes the house groan even louder. The baby starts screaming and her tears begin to flow. She leaves the baby's room in search of any damage. She is alone for the night and it is up to her to make sure that they will be safe.
She goes to the kitchen in search of a flashlight, not wanting to risk turning on any lights in case there is a short in the house. She checks the kitchen first for any electrical fires or broken windows. Finding none, she moves to inspect the living room.
The storm continues to strike with its wicked force and she tries to stay calm. To not jump with every clap of thunder. It is a battle she is not winning. Normally she loves storms, but to be home alone in one with a newborn babe is not nice at all. Curious, she draws back the drapes and looks outside. The sky is bright with purple streaks going in all directions. She has never seen anything like it before. The phone rings making her drop the drapes. She turns to go answer it and on the second ring lightening strikes again. The ring sounds funny, like it has fizzled out. Carefully, she lays her hand on the receiver and finds it hot. She puts her screaming baby in his bouncy chair and quickly runs to the kitchen to grab some silicone tongs to unplug the phone. From there she runs quickly to the breaker box and turns them all off.
Wiping the tears from her eyes with the backs of her hand, she takes a deep breath and picks up her now hysterical baby.
"I know baby," she whispers, "Momma is scared too." She takes a deep breath and walks back into the boy's room. Sitting in the rocking chair she tries to soothe her baby. After many stuttering breaths, he finally begins to settle and grasps at her, letting her know that he is hungry.
"Of course baby," she whispers. Tears still rolling freely down her cheeks, wetting the baby's head. She opens her now tea stained blouse and feeds her baby. She continues to rock as he whimpers at her breast.
She has blocked out the thunder. She closes her eyes. The baby falls asleep so she closes her blouse. Not ready to put him back in his crib she continues to rock him in her arms. The rocking eventually lulls her to sleep.
"Hey babe," she hears his quiet voice and begins to stir. She opens her eyes slowly and sees her husband bending down in front of her. "Hi beautiful," he whispers before kissing her on the cheek.
"Hi," she whispers back. The hint of fear still in her voice. He puts his hand on on the side of her face, tangling his fingers in her hair. His lips brush against hers and she breaths in the scent of him. He moves away from her slowly, rubbing his thumb on her bottom lip, biting his own bottom lip. She sighs.
He bends down and kisses his baby boy on the forehead before scooping him out of her arms. "Time for you to go back to your bed little man." He looks his wife in the eyes. "Daddy needs to comfort your momma now." He winks at her and puts the baby in his crib. As he tucks the baby in, the baby lets out a comfortable sigh.
"I don't know how you do that so easily," she whispers.
"It's easy," he says playfully. "He doesn't want me as much as he wants you." He shrugs as she shakes her head. "He already knows a good thing when he sees it."
He reaches a hand out to help her up and she takes it. He pulls her in close, holding her hand to his chest. He rubs his nose on hers.
"You're simply irresistible."
"You," she pokes his chest with her finger, "are a player."
He shrugs, indifferent. "Then," he smiles, "I played my cards right." He runs his hands over her arms before grabbing them and wrapping them around his neck. "Cause, damn, I think I married the hottest woman in the world." She blushes. "And," he continues, proudly, "I can still make her blush."
He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in closer still. Leaning his head down he doesn't simply brush his lips against hers. She tightens her arms around his neck and she can feel him grin.
"Come on beautiful," he whispers stepping away from her, "we don't want to wake the boy." He winks at her before leading her by the hand out of the baby's room.
(c) Rachel Rennie 2015