A child’s cry pierced his heart and forced him out of his late-night slumber. At instinct, he got out of bed as quickly and swiftly as he could, as to not disturb Judy, who was probably trying to sink back from a doze into a deep sleep. He ran out of his shared room and to the closed bedroom door a little down the short hall.
He opened the door, but then stopped. The crying stopped, knowing someone was there, but Nick paused, wondering what the heck he just did. He could have tried to slip back into bed, but the baby would then go back to crying until someone came, and then Judy would get up, pissed at Nick for not helping when he clearly was awake.
The dumb fox stopped and thought to himself what in the world made him think he could do this. It was like reality slapped him right in the face and now he watched in horror at what he was doing. He was playing a game he could only lose, and he didn’t need to add this to the list of things he failed, disappointed.
Judy wanted to