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The crying hadn’t stopped for hours. A baby with an ear infection was no fun.

Y/N was walking around the kitchen, bouncing Grace up and down, trying to get the wails to stop.

“Baby, what do Ты want?” I’ve done about everything I can,” Y/N almost pleads with the baby. “Mommy wants to sleep.”

I was suddenly aware of the fact the Y/N didn’t sleep at all last night.

I walk over to Y/N, and take the baby from her. “I got baby duty tonight.”

Crap.

I’m screwed.

“Are Ты serious?” Y/N asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” I smile.

What am I doing? I Любовь Grace to death but…

“Ok I’m going...

Every little thing she did I noticed.

How she’d scrunch her eyebrows and bite her lip when she was concentrating.

Or how if she was wearing a ожерелье she’d play with it.

She wore red nail polish еще than any of the other colors.

She always had her hands in the pocket of her black leather jacket.

She wore the blue hoodie most often.

She had crinkles by her eyes when she smiled.

She blushed real easy.

She always made eye contact with Ты when she talked, no matter who Ты wore.

How she seems to smirk every time she swears, as if thinks its funny thats what she’s saying.

How she’d laugh at her...