What they say about newborns is true. They really do eat, sleep, and poop all day, over and over. I’d feed Desi, and an hour or so later she needed to be changed. Once she was fresh and clean, she’d go to sleep almost immediately. Hours later, she’d wake up hollering for a bottle, rinse, and repeat. But it was all good. For the moment, I’d always be there to make sure she always got what she needed. Just as I turned around to leave, Maira walked through the door and scared the daylights out of me. She wanted to meet Desi but also find out if I was having a party since she didn’t receive details about one.
“Geez, how long do you plan on growing out your hair?” she asked.
“Until I’m ready for a new look. I’m not having a party. With the baby, and Sophia needing rest, I don’t need my birthday to be a thing. We’re having cake later, if you want to stay.”
“I’ll never say no to free cake.”
I scooped up Desi and presented her to Maira.
“This is daddy’s friend, Mai-“
Before I could finish her name, Desi began screaming unlike anything I’d ever heard from her.
“What’s this?” I asked.
Maira laughed.
“She must feel the vibes and know I’m bad news.”
She was joking, but maybe she was right. Desi was fine when she met Dad. And they say children could sense things about sims.
“My kid is not even a day old yet, and you’ve already traumatized her.”
“I’m here all week,” she said, still laughing.
I tried to soothe her, letting her know everything was alright and that I’d protect her from Big Bad Maira. The wailing reduced to a whimper, but she was still upset. What did she feel that disrupted her peace? Was it something I needed to be wary of? Or was it truly just stranger danger? And if it was, how did she know Dad was family?
“In all seriousness,” she said, “she’s adorable. I hope she really doesn’t think I’m bad news. I’d never hurt her or anything.”
“I know that.”
Like clockwork, she began to yawn once realizing she had a clean bum. Maybe she was just tired and not feeling visitors at the moment. After all, it was a bit early for non-family visitors. I put her down and watched her slip into a rather delayed milk-induced coma.
“They’re so cute at this age…before they unleash their inner demon,” Maira said.
“Are toddlers really that bad?”
“Oh yeah. I’m cool to babysit until she starts walking. After that, call me when she starts school.”
