The noise she made didn’t sound too much like agreement, but he nodded anyway, as if they were having a conversation. That was one of the things Hadley said all the time. The babies were people, not aliens. He could talk to them normally and it helped increase their vocabulary later on if everyone got out of the habit of using baby talk around them.
Which was fine by Kyle. Baby talk was dumb anyway.
Once Maggie was secured, he fetched Maddie and repeated the process. That was the thing about twins. You were never done. One of them always needed something, and then the other one needed the same thing or something different or both.
But here they were, having family time. In the family room. Couldn’t get more domestic than that. He sat on the couch and looked at his daughters squirming in their bouncy seats. Now what?
“You ladies want to watch some TV?”
Since neither one of them started wailing at the suggestion, he took it as a yes.
The flat-screen television mounted to the wall blinked on with a flick of the remote. Kyle tuned to one of the kids’ channels, where a group of grown men in bright colors were singing a song about a dog named Wags. The song was almost horrifying in its simplicity and in the dancing that would probably lace his nightmares later that night, assuming he actually slept while continually reliving that aborted kiss with Grace from earlier.
The babies both turned their little faces to the TV and for all intents and purposes looked as though they were watching it. Hadley had said they couldn’t really make out stuff really well yet, because their eyes weren’t developed enough to know what they were looking at, but they could still enjoy the colors and lights.
And that’s when Maddie started fussing. Loudly.
Kyle pulled her out of her baby seat, cursing his burning hands, which were still raw from his climb out of the ravine. Liam’s timing sucked. “Shh, little one. That’s no way to talk to your daddy.”
She cried harder. It was only a matter of time before Maggie got jealous of the attention and set about getting some of her own with a few well-placed sobs. Hadley could usually ignore it but Kyle didn’t have her stamina.
Plan A wasn’t working. Kyle rocked his daughter faster but she only cried harder. And there was no one to help analyze the symptoms in order to arrive at a potential solution. This was a solo operation. So he’d run it to completion.
Bottle. That was always Plan B, after rocking. It was close to dinnertime. Kyle secured Maddie in the chair again, forced to let her wail while he fixed her bottle. It seemed cruel, but he needed both hands.
He’d seen some guys wear a baby sling. But he couldn’t quite bring himself to go that far, and he’d never seen Liam do it, either, so there was justification for holding on to his dude card, albeit slight.
Maddie sucked the bottle dry quicker than a baby calf who’d lost its mama. Kyle burped her and resettled her in her bouncy seat, intending to move on to Maggie, who was likely wondering where her bottle was.
Maddie was having none of that and let loose with another round of wails.
In desperation, he sang his go-to Taylor Swift song, which surprisingly worked well enough to ease his pounding headache. He sang the verse over again and slid into the chorus with gusto. The moment he stopped, she set off again, louder. He sang. She quieted. He stopped. She cried.
“Maddie,” he groaned. “Tim McGraw should have been your daddy if this is how you’re going to be. I can’t sing 24-7.”
More crying. With more mercy than he probably deserved, Maggie had been sitting quietly in her seat the whole time, but things surely wouldn’t stay so peaceful on her end.
Feeling like the world’s biggest idiot, he sneaked off to the kitchen to call Hadley. There was no way on God’s green earth he’d call Liam, but Hadley was another story.
She answered on the first ring. “Is everything okay?”
“Fine, fine,” he assured her, visualizing Liam throwing their overnight bags into the cockpit of the Cessna and flying off toward home without even pausing to shut the door. “Well, except Maddie won’t stop crying. I’ve tried everything, bottle, rocking, and it’s a bust. Any ideas?”
“Did you burp her?”
“Of course.” He hadn’t changed her diaper, but his sense of smell was pretty good and he didn’t think that was the problem.
“Temperature?”
He dashed back into the family room, cringing at the decibel level of Maddie’s cries, and put a hand on her forehead. Which was moronic when he’d been holding her for thirty minutes. “She doesn’t feel hot.”
“Is that Maddie crying like that?” Now Hadley sounded worried, which was not what Kyle had intended. “Take her temperature anyway, just to be sure. Then try the gas drops. Call me back in an hour and let me know how it’s going.”