kid kept right on crying.
Matt tried walking around with him, putting an exaggerated bounce in his step. Duchess thought it was some sort of game and kept wrapping herself around his legs.
The kid continued to wail.
Was Rory missing his mother, instinctively knowing that he and Lacy were poor substitutes? Or was he just feeling colicky? He had no idea, but the incessant crying was making him feel a bit panicky.
“Here, I’ll take him.” Lacy extracted Rory from his arms, holding him protectively to her chest. There was a hint of fear in her eyes, and it took him a minute to figure out she was worried he was going to lose his temper over a crying baby.
“He’ll likely cry himself out eventually. In the meantime, try changing him, then see if he’ll eat,” he advised calmly. “If not, we can take him for a car ride, see if that settles him down.”
Lacy gave a tiny nod and hurried into the bedroom. The baby continued to cry, and when she returned five minutes later, she looked frazzled. “He still won’t take the bottle. Let’s try the car ride.”
He closed the computer screen and nodded. He grabbed his jacket and gave his K-9 partner a hand signal that instantly brought the dog to his side. “Okay, let’s go.”
Lacy buckled Rory into his car seat, and he carried it outside and secured it in the back seat. He opened the back hatch for Duchess, then slid in behind the wheel.
“I hope nothing is seriously wrong. I don’t even know the name of Rory’s pediatrician,” Lacy said in a low voice. “Maybe I should have purchased a thermometer. He feels a little warm, but maybe that’s just because he’s crying. I just don’t know...”
“I’m sure he’s fine.” Matt did his best to infuse confidence in his tone.
Achoo! Achoo!
Rory’s crying was interrupted by two consecutive sneezes. They would have been cute if they weren’t so concerning. Matt didn’t like thinking about how they’d been dragging this poor kid around the city, only just getting him something warm to wear a couple of hours ago.
He exchanged a worried glance with Lacy. What if the baby was indeed getting sick with some sort of flu virus?
No. Please, God, no. He couldn’t bear the thought of something bad happening to Rory. He couldn’t survive watching another innocent child struggle to breathe. To live.
Please, Lord, keep Rory safe in Your care!
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