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Challenge: tehuti’s 100 Sentence Prompts

Prompt: If it didn’t stop soon, he’d never get to sleep.


54. Double Trouble


If it didn’t stop soon, he’d never get to sleep. Kian rolled to his side and squeezed the pillow tighter around his head. Two. They had to have two new babies in the house. One little cousin was enough, but a little sister was too much. Nobody asked him if he wanted them. Nobody asked if he wanted to have the room next to theirs.

A soft babble echoed in the still halls, followed by a pair of shrill laughs. He listened closely for the sound of footsteps but nothing came. “I’ll do it myself.”

Kian tossed the pillow and blankets aside. If nobody was going to look into it, he’d do it. The big brother, older cousin roles were already shoved on him. His parents expected him to look after Sage. His aunt and uncle expected him to watch out for Lantana.

“Hey. You have to be quiet.” He hissed. Kian hurried into the room after closing the door behind him and stared down at the babes in their joined cribs. In truth, they were kind of cute in an annoying way.

He rose on his toes so he could reach Sage’s empty bottle and frowned. “Mom!” He started away but remembering the binkie still on the floor, he grabbed it and ran into his parents room with both binkie and bottle raised high. “Mom!”

“Kian.” Almost knowingly she smiled at him. Setting down her journal, she walked over to him. “Are you stealing from the girls already?” He scowled and his mother laughed at him, earning her an added pout. “Come on. You can help me get them both new bottles.” Seeing the binkie, Kian was still holding she nodded. “And another pacifier. Whose was it this time?”

“Lantana.” Leora took the bottle as he spoke. “Sage isn’t bad like her.”

“She isn’t? Are you sure?” She pet his full head of hair. “I thought she was the worst present ever.”

Kian went silent. In the months that his sister was born, he didn’t think he’d like her. He didn’t plan on liking her. Then, somehow, he did. He slowly looked forward to helping take care of her. “Maybe she’s not anymore.”

Leora looked down at him and smiled. He was six and already a straight talker.

“Can I give her the bottle when we’re done?”

“Of course.”