Wherein the Chief gets owned...by an infant [RP thread for Abby]

[dr_hair]

Lee is still angrily muttering to himself about Neela having played him earlier in the day as he lets himself into the house. He knows he was perhaps a bit too harsh on the intern with his reprimand, but he expects more from her than he does most of his staff. He hand picked her, pursued her for the one opening he had in the department and he

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OOC (sorry for stepping in...)

[zerostress]

...but I had to say it: the title of this post is so (Fielding's) Tom Jones-like, i love it! It reminds me of Chapter 4 title: The reader's neck brought into danger by a description

Re: OOC (sorry for stepping in...)

[dr_hair]

Hee! Thanks.

[lockhart_md]

Abby walks into the house, her mind on Neela, still kind of baffled over her friend's revelation of her dreams about the paramedic-turned-med student. Her train of thought quickly changes, though, as she closes the door and sets down her bag, hearing the wailing baby upstairs. She slips her coat off and drapes it over the banister as she walks up the stairs.

She has a concerned look on her face as she walks into their bedroom, her eyes finding Lee and the baby. What's wrong, baby girl? She looks at Lee, then down as she feels her body's physical reaction to her daughter's cries. She looks like she's been at this for a while...has she eaten?

[dr_hair]

Try prtty much since I got home...He winces as Lily's cries get particularly shrill as he tries again to comfort her by patting her back and swaying side to side.Shaking his head, No, she hasn't eaten. She won't take the bottle...there's nothing wrong with it. I warmed it, even tasted the damned thing to make sure it wasn't spoiled...she just doesn't want it. As he explains, he starts speaking faster, clearly frazzled about not being able to find a solution.

[lockhart_md]

Well, she *sounds* hungry. She's already unbuttoning her shirt, her heart squeezing at her daughter's wails. Hopefully she'll take the breast, because if not I'm going to have to pump and we still don't know what's wrong...Come here, Lily baby.

[dr_hair]

He hands the baby over, almost relieved of the burden of trying to soothe her himself. Taking off his glasses he scrubs a hand over his face and shakes his head. I know she's hungry she just...He frowns as the baby continues to cry, though the volume and intensity seems to be decreasing as if she's winding down. He watches as Lily turns her face towards her mother's breast, seeking out what she wants, I'd give her the bottle and she's turn her head away. He gives the offending object a dirty look.