Ginny awoke, as she always did, when the baby cried. She couldn't help it. Big Brother had, it seemed, turned her into her mother. Most disturbing of all, she was even starting to feel *broody*. This was not good at all...
"I don't know," Rita sighed, rocking him against her. "He's dry. He's been fed. He was sleeping. What else do babies do?"
Merlin, of all of the people left in the house, Rita should be the most well-versed in this sort of thing. She was, after all, an older sister by four years, but sweet merlin that had been a long time ago, and all her memories of being an older sister were when Stella had been at least old enough to talk.
Babies cry because they can't tell us what's wrong, she remembered someone saying, once upon a time. But what could possibly be wrong? It was fed, it had been sleeping and it hadn't shit itself. What else did it need?
"Honestly? I have no idea. Apparently, the baby-spell forgot to give us Telepathic Baby-Understanding Powers. But let me try something"
Ginny reached out, took the baby from Rita, and sat down. She turned him gently over in her arms, so he was face down, and softly patted his back.
"Burping babies helps sometimes. Trapped gas, and so on. If this doesn't work, of course, we may have to try lulling him back to sleep. How's your singing voice?" she asked
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"What's the matter, now?" she asked, groggily.
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"I don't know," Rita sighed, rocking him against her. "He's dry. He's been fed. He was sleeping. What else do babies do?"
Merlin, of all of the people left in the house, Rita should be the most well-versed in this sort of thing. She was, after all, an older sister by four years, but sweet merlin that had been a long time ago, and all her memories of being an older sister were when Stella had been at least old enough to talk.
Babies cry because they can't tell us what's wrong, she remembered someone saying, once upon a time. But what could possibly be wrong? It was fed, it had been sleeping and it hadn't shit itself. What else did it need?
"Oh God," Rita murmured. "You don't think he's sick, do you?"
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Ginny reached out, took the baby from Rita, and sat down. She turned him gently over in her arms, so he was face down, and softly patted his back.
"Burping babies helps sometimes. Trapped gas, and so on. If this doesn't work, of course, we may have to try lulling him back to sleep. How's your singing voice?" she asked
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