The tapping of the knife against the wooden board filled the kitchen, I was still making our dinner. Garte was upstairs, washing Garroth. I would occasionally hear the quick sound of splashing or Garroth's high pitched happy screech followed by Garte's deep chuckle.

It made me happy, knowing both of them were having fun.

I put the thick knife that shaped like an Eagle's beak down, walking over to the fridge. I opened it up, bending down to reach red tomatoes that I just got today. Letting out a small hum, I turned my heel. Closing the door with my ankle, I smiled softly. This was the last thing left to cut before I mix the salad.

I sighed softly, reaching for the sink to wash the tomato, as the faucet let out water I handed the tomato, still holding it with one hand while the other hand washed it.

A long muffled screech roared across, I jumped. Turning the faucet off as fast as I could, my attention came up to what screamed upstairs. It was Garroth, his long high pitched yell finished as he started crying loud enough for me to hear.

With the worry of something bad happening, I rested the tomato on the cutting board, it took me a moment. But Garroth's crying made me forget the food and check up if he is alright. Before running up the stairs in the most speed I can make, I did frankly leave a huge stomping sound but that didn't matter anymore as Garroth's crying became louder as I got closer.

I rushed through the door, barging it bright open. Seeing the view of Garte lifting Garroth up. Garroth was fine, or seemed to be so. Garte held onto him lifting him up from the water, Garroth had no sign of bruises or blood around him, so he wasn't dropped or hurt in anyway.

Garte let out an assuring sigh, an expression saying everything was fine but he himself was confused.

''What happened? He never cries like this.'' I stated, the panic that rushed through me was gone. The burning feeling in my lungs reminding me to breathe again, I could feel my heart tattoo in a hammer beat. My face felt pale, and Garte himself was confused and slightly scared.

''I don't know. He just started crying when I tried to wash his arm.'' Garte says, he tried to calm him down. Coating him with a toast warm blanket, resting him on his lap as he started rocking him back and forth in a slow beat.

''Come here, baby.'' I say, Garte let me take Garroth trustingly. The blanket slightly sled down Garroth's shoulder as Garte handed Garroth to me.

I slowly rest him against me, putting my hand on the back of his head and try to shush him, or calm him down. Garroth turns his head, still crying but requesting for Garte to take him as he reaches his arm out.

''Okay, bud.'' Garte kinda smirks, happy to know that Garroth wants to be held by him, he picks him up again. Repeating to rock again, I could hear him try to hum a nursery song out. Looking of so dearly into the Garroth's squinted eyes.

''Take him into his room. I'll be there in a quick minute.'' I muttered, loud enough for Garte to hear me. I knew it was Garroth's bedtime, but he could be very hungry too. He just never cried like this.

Many thoughts and questions danced across my mind, Garte nods as he slowly exited the washroom and headed to his room.

I rush downstairs, as Garte disappears into Garroth's room. I promised to clean everything up in the washroom later on to myself as I reach the first floor. I was startled, and couldn't think fast but I grabbed Garroth's bottle. It was filled with warm milk. Running as fast as I can back upstairs, getting my heart to beat like a hammer as sweat heated behind my neck as I could hear Garroth crying loudly.

~•~

7:45

Fifteen minutes or so have passed, Garte was sitting down on a pewter grey couch. He held tightly onto Garroth, he was looking more and more worried. Garroth's ear was pressed onto Garte's chest, hearing his heartbeat. Garroth liked that for some weird reason, but that could not stop his repeating wailing.

I stand in front of the door, the milk bottle I gave didn't bother an effect on him to calm down. I held onto a blanket that Garroth loves the most. Garte saw me, his eyes were worried but he tried to hide it by straightening himself. Garroth was wide awake, my eyes couldn't block out but to show the fear and sadness in me, as I bent down to wrap Garroth in the blanket he reached for it, still his hands were weaker than mine as he tried to tug it, but I let him have his way. Garte helped him out as I let go.

''Are you sure he is okay?" I ask Garte, as I lift myself up.

''I'm sure, he is probably just tired.'' Garte says, trying to hide his shaky tone. He quickly stood up, holding tightly onto Garroth who layed in his hands.

He walked over to Garroth's crib, resting him as gently as possible. Garroth dangled his hands up, demanding to be lifted and cared for in his father's strong muscle arms that he felt oh so protected and comfortable in.

''Goodnight, baby. I love you.'' I whisper out, I stood a few steps back away from the crib. Hearing Garroth let out a uncomfortable and sad whimper before settling back into a wail.

Garte rested his hand on my back, he lead me out the room. We could hear Garroth's screaming and yelling getting louder. Garte closed the door to Garroth's room, he made sure the windows were closed so our neighbours wouldn't think he was getting murdered down here.

We lay down on our bed, both stressed out of our minds. We could still hear Garroth on on and on screeching his lungs out.

''Do you really think he is okay?" I question.

''It's probably seperation anxiety, he'll go to sleep.'' Garte rumbled in an excuse that he himself wasn't sure by. I let out a sad sigh, standing up to get changed as Garte took off his shirt and pants and huddled under the sheets.

Twenty minutes slowly passed by, the repeating crying of Garroth got to me and Garte. I was holding onto him, and he rested his hand around my waist but still laid straightly. Finally deciding to go get Garroth and calm him down.

We basically sprinted, Garte managed to over pass me. Reaching for Garroth who instantly calmed down as he felt his father's presence and shadow layer over him. I closed the door, seeing Garte beginning to rub Garroth's back in a circle like motion once he was holding Garroth. It was so calm to hear the silence, to know our son wasn't crying anymore.

''Should we stay with him until he falls asleep?" I inquired, holding onto one of Garte's arms tiredly. Garroth's head was resting on his other shoulder.

Garte nods. ''Yeah, we probably should.''

~•~

It seems like forever, Garroth didn't stop crying no matter what. Garte was trying his best, rocking Garroth's crib back and forth while he was standing up. I rested my back onto the chair, trying not to close my eyes.
''What time is it, Zianna?" Garte asks, he rubbed his eye before putting a pacifier in Garroth's mouth.

''2:57.'' My groggy voice responds, looking at the childish clock that was framed a deep blue.

''Jeez.'' Garte whispers, cursing friendly in front of Garroth, he slowed down the pace with wobbling the crib back and forth. ''You go to sleep. I've got-''

Almost instantly, Garroth throws up all over his blanket before Garte could even finish his sentence. He begins to cry even more, but his screaming became a volume lower. Garte separates the blanket from Garroth so Garroth won't get dirty with his own puke. Throwing it into the hamper. Garroth tilts his head towards where the crumpled with puke blanket landed. Tears filled his huge navy blue eyes, as Garte tried to wipe them away with a nearby tissue paper.

''Oh baby...'' I whisper weakly feeling madly sad for Garroth, I rush over to a small closet, pushing the pocket door to pick out another blanket that Garroth likes. As I walk over to rest it down and calm down Garroth, Garte could see the deep concern inside my taffy cyan eyes that I couldn't hide.

''You go to sleep, He will be fine.'' Garte promises.

''No Garte, I can't-'' Garte instantly cut me off, holding onto my hands to get my attention.

''I don't have work tomorrow and you look exhausted.'' Garte says, gliding his big hand up to my cheek. ''Go to sleep, I'll take care of him.''

It took a moment for me not to hesitate. ''O-Okay. I will.''

I take a small glance at Garroth who had a tear running down his cheek, I take another soft glance at Garte. Muttering a goodnight before I rush out, feeling Garte give me a warm smile. I close the doors, the need to cry is huge.

After all, for the first time being a mother and, for anytime seeing your own baby cry and puke like that will make any mother cry.
I turned my heel, sprinting towards our room. Shutting the door silently as I jumped into the cold sheets, I could feel the walls in my eyes break as tears started to come out. I crawl under the thick layer of blankets. Holding tightly onto the side of the pillow. I couldn't sleep at all, it was dark. But, as my eyes got used to it I could see the objects in the room better.

It was unexplainable, but I wanted to cry. Even if I knew tears wouldn't help out this situation.

Garroth's crying calmed down, lowered until I couldn't hear. But, it didn't stop the tears to cascade down my apple red cheeks, my eyes blurred for a moment. My breathing was fast but it was hard to hear, I cried silently.

A good ten minutes passed by. And I could hear Garte's steps trailing down the hallway. Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I was silently crying. I tried to wipe them away, fast enough. But I couldn't manage to as Garte stepped in. The door creaked close, Garte pressed his hands on the bed as he made it slowly down to beside me. We both were to tired to finish brushing our teeth or washing our face.

''Goodnight.'' He whispered silently, wrapping his hands around my waist as he got under the blankets too.

''G-Goodnight.'' I responded with a crackling tone, I wanted to respond in a calm tone but it was to hard to do, Garte was surprised I was still awake, and in fact he was more so surprised that I was crying.

''Honey?" Garte whispered, ruffling around in the sheets as he turned on the lamp on my side. The light waved across the room, not managing to get to the corners of the room. But, it revealed Garte's face and half his chest just fine.

His features were beautiful, but tired. His dandelion hair was messy and I could already see hair growing on his chin since he was to tired to shave. The light highlighted his chest, and apart of his abs. His sky blue eyes shined softly.

''Why are you crying?" He questioned. I stood silent for a moment, forgetting he was able to see me too. My cheeks were bright red, tears rolling down and falling down off my chin. I stained the blanket slightly that I was crying into, I let out a wail of my own. Slamming my head onto Garte's chest.

''Oh, Honey.'' Garte whispered tiredly. Wrapping his arms around my head. He wiped the tears beneath my eyes with his thumb lifting my head up.

''Why are you crying?" He asks, tilting his head by keeping his face emotionless.

''I-I don't know..!'' My voice broke, I tried to gather myself together to make a less vague response.

''I guess, it's because I am a mother now...And this is my first time and everything. How do you not expect me to cry if our son that rarely cries for no reason?" I question, looking at Garte. Garte sighs, rubbing his hand down my river black hair.

''Ugh, now I have to calm down two babies?" Garte joked, smiling gently. I tried to smile but tears still stroked my cheeks. He stood silent, unimpressed with himself as he tried to joke around and make the situation better.

''He will be fine, I promise.'' Garte comforted me, I stiffened slightly.

''Do you promise?" I rotate.

''I promise, everything will be just fine.''