Big Brown Eyes

Crash

We're staring at each other and I realize, even though she's smiling, she's shit scared. 

"Kelly," I say, touching her face again. "It's going to be okay. I promise."

"I hope so. I just—" A piercing wail interrupts her, and it's like a starter gun went off. She hasn't even finished her sentence. She's off the couch and heading back to the bedroom. I'm left staring at the space where she was, wondering what the hell happened.

Then she opens the door and that wail becomes a shriek and I blink. What the everloving—that kid has lungs. Maybe he'll be a singer? 

The crying settles into hiccups quickly, which is a relief. She's gone a few minutes punctuated by little cries and wails. I hear Holly check in, but can't hear what they say to each other. I realize I'm just sitting there. But what would I do? If I touched him I'd probably break him. And... I wouldn't have a clue how to help her otherwise.