Despite being scolded by the person she admired most she still clung desperately to her father though her body was quivering with trying to hold back tears of her own. Being the first time she had heard her father speak to her in such a way she was slightly afraid and yet also angry, blaming the new baby for her misfortune.
“Nature is stoopid!” she whimpered, sniffling back tears and nuzzling her face further along his shoulder. “Dadda take baby back…”
Katelynn watched the scene with a slightly broken heart as she managed to sooth the little one down who had decided his fist was delicious. She opened her mouth to suggest her husband to talk to Gail but closed it and wanted to wait and see what they would do.
Jack gave a deep sigh. He could see how saddened Katelynn was, and he wanted desperately to go comfort and help her, but he had to deal with this first. “Sweetie, we’re n-not taking the baby back. He’s part of our family now. Nothing’s going to change that.” He stroked her silky brown hair. “You’re just g-going to have to get used to him.”
Bonnie watched the two of them with a sinking feeling. Like her son, she wasn’t used to handling sibling disputes. For the sake of trying to do something, she turned to Katelynn. “You want me to help you get this little guy set up?”
It brightened the gloomy look on Katelynn’s visage as she nodded at Bonnie. “It will give you some time to cuddle your new grandchild. Maybe we can all do it and it will help a certain someone get used to the new addition?” she offered hopefully, looking between Jack and Gail with a smile.
They had some of the old hand me downs from Gail such as the diaper genie (where you disposed of them) as well as changing table (and it was blue rather than pink for reasons) and her cot where he would sleep for the first few weeks just as they had done with Gail until they transferred him over to his own bedroom which had been set up ahead of time.
Katelynn walked over to gently hand her son over so she could help her husband get everything put away. “Here you are Bonnie. He’s still awake.”
“Yeah, I see that.” The old woman smiled as she gave the baby a gentle little bounce in her arms. “Y’know, I wish I could have seen Jack when he was a baby. I’m sure he would have looked a lot like this.”
She peered closer. One trait both Maple children had inherited from their father’s side was that they’d been born with their eye colors already settled, instead of the milky blue most human infants started out with. “Hm. He may look like Jack, but he has your eyes, dear,” she said, glancing up at Katelynn.
Jack Maple 